Tokyo
Amber pursed her lips. Then, she calmly picked up her left
knight-Brita- and placed it so it was defending her pawn. She then
picked up her small, pink and cheap phone, and called Brita.
'Hello?' Brita's voice, like always, was seductive and playful.
'Hi, it's Amber.' Her voice was soft and sweet.
Amber could hear the change in her voice; it lost it's devil-may-care
accent, and turned low and important.
'What is it?'
'Listen closely...'
California
The woman crouched in the eighth floor parking lot, in the Agora Mall,
leaning halfway out the window. Her thumb and forefinger created an
'o' as they pointed towards to sunny street. The man standing there
was Keith Andrews, and the Syndicate needed him to die. She squinted,
and her body started to glow blue, as her eyesight sharpened. She
could see the people on the street now at a close distance, and as she
spotted Keith, she focused on his neck. Perfect. The disc of air, which
had been balancing in between her fingers, was released, as it stabbed
Keith Andrews. It neatly took his head off, and it was so fast he
didn't have time to feel the pain.
Tokyo
Amber pushed black's pawn, so that it was threatening hers, and then took it. They took back.
California
Brita watched, as she saw a young, raven-haired woman enter the seedy
tattoo shop. Inside, the woman had taken her shirt off, wearing only
her bra. She then requested for a tattoo on her back; one in the shape
of a small bird. The tattooist nodded, and as he started his work, he
noticed the multitude of tattooed birds that flew across her back.
When he questioned her, she replied:
'Habit of mine,' and laughed. Soon, her back was burning and ink
stained her skin, as she walked out. Now Brita made her move: the
world evaporated as she disappeared, only to reappear as she grabbed
the woman, and teleport away. They appeared in a grimy alley, and as
the woman started to glow blue, Brita vanished. The woman stared
around in confusion. She then noticed bomb, lying on the ground.
London
She pulled the trigger. A man stared at the naked temptress, only to
see her vanish.
Tokyo
Amagiri fell to the floor, as cold lips planted themselves on his. He
struggled, and the pressure was released. He sat up to see Brita walk
away, completely nude.
'I'm back.' She called.
Amagiri stared at her behind, before shaking his head.
'Course you are.'
Amber smiled, as the knight took the pawn. The Syndicate could take
it, but they wouldn't. Not yet.
Sorry for the late upload.