Officer Bio (Last Updated: Sept. 2019)
Alias: White Diamond
True Name: Bianca Diamant (True Surname Unknown)
DoB: 1924-1925 (Estimated)
Age: 95 (Estimated)
Marital Status: Single
Known Family:
Melena Diamant, Daughter (Adopted)
Linna Diamant, Daughter in-law
Carissa Diamant, Granddaughter (Deceased)
Military Rank: None, Civilian
Known Affiliations:
Polish Resistance, WW2 (Formerly)
The Authority (Director)
Current Status: Active
Super Human Abilities: *REDACTED*
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Miami, Florida: August 8th, 1997, 20:27hrs
"What's going on? Why is she here?" Blue whispered somewhat worriedly. Normally, Yellow would share her wife's tone. White showing up in her SUV to an Ops mission usually meant there was a massive screw up somewhere. Not this time though, Yellow was actually half expecting her.
"It's not what you think. The target for this Op? White's been after her since... Well before either of us were born." Yellow said in a low tone in case anyone else besides Blue was in ear-shot. She watched as a burly Topaz class Gem exited the SUV and opened the door for White Diamond. Two Manolo Blahnik white pumps stepped onto the concrete of the warehouse the operation temporarily occupied.
The other Gems in the squad immediately began to murmur as she approached. The local Miami SWAT and FBI looked around, not entirely aware of the gravity and power this older woman held. Other than her expensive taste in clothes, shoes, and jewelry the average person could easily mistake her for a harmless, very wealthy, middle-aged lady.
The average person would have only gotten one of those three assumptions correct; she was very wealthy. But she wasn't middle-aged as her appearance suggested, she was in her mid-seventies. It was a curious side effect of having the XX chromosome modified, longevity. Gems typically aged twice as slow (if not slower) as non-Gems.
The other observation, harmless. White was the most dangerous being alive in Yellow's opinion. Her powers were mental in scope; mind reading, thought control, mind control. Pair that with decades of guerrilla warfare combat and clandestine experience (skills learned in WWII and the Cold War respectively), there was little she couldn't accomplish.
White strolled up to the officer that was guarding the doorway; it was a makeshift nerve center that Yellow had set up. "Darling, would you do me a favor and step aside? I need to speak to the officers in charge of this operation." Her tone was absolutely saccharine.
The SWAT officer looked questioningly at the two Diamonds behind her, Yellow nodded and he stepped aside. "Well hello, sunlight, moonbeam." She glanced over at Blue while setting her clutch purse down on a nearby table.
"How are my two favorite ladies doing tonight?" Yellow held out a clipboard with the most recent situation report.
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"We were about breach Club Nebula," Blue said somewhat unsure. From all appearances the older woman had shown up just in time. Both Diamonds were geared up in bulky Kevlar tactical armor, the Authority symbol emblazoned on the left of the chest guard.
White only nodded at Blue's comment. A long moment passed as she glanced over the report, the only sound in the room was dry paper brushing against the clipboard.
"We're sure she's in there?" White said, glancing up from behind the report.
"She took the bait and she's in there waiting for her contact. Private room number eleven." Yellow said, she was ready. White could smell the ozone firing up around her, but she was going to be disappointed.
"Well, Serpentine is going to be very frustrated to know that we are actually her contact." It was genius really. The FBI had caught a very crooked US senator who had so many gambling debts it could bankrupt a small country. The man had Serpentine's contact number all over his phone. US secrets for sale.
The FBI had informed The Authority and told the senator to pass false information to the freelance spy in exchange for leniency. Now she was waiting inside for her "contact". Usually, someone representing what ever country that was interested in said information, but this time White made sure to step in place as the interested party.
White had been chasing this woman since the 1950s, she originally worked for the KGB during the height of the cold war. What made Serpentine so slippery was her ability to bend light around herself, making her seemingly invisible for a short period of time. That and some minor shapeshifting talents and you have the combination for one of the world's most effective infiltrators. (Agate class Gem, not too powerful, but effective.)
Now she was in clandestine business for herself, stealing information from world powers and selling to the highest bidder. A freelance spy in many ways was much more dangerous than a spy that was committed to cause and country.
"I'll be going in to get Ms. Serpentine." White finally said setting the clipboard down. The Topaz from earlier stepped in with a plain but elegant black leather briefcase. "Be a dear and close the door on your way out?" The Topaz nodded silently as she stepped out, the door closing with a gentle rattle.
"White, you can't be serious? We're ready to go, we've got enough manpower to take everyone in that club." Just as the older woman anticipated; her daughter was upset. She had raised Yellow and knew her tells and moods like the back of her own hand. Yellow's tone rising a few octaves, a defined vein popping up above her right temple, a red flush spreading on her cheeks.
She said nothing at first as she removed her white blazer then turned as she unbuttoned the gold catches on her velvet black suit vest.
"Now sunbeam, I'm not criticizing your plan. It's solid and would be 100 percent effective in all other cases, with the exception of this one..." She turned back around to face Yellow and Blue in her ivory silk shirt. Carefully she unbuttoned and rolled up the cuffs, then addressed the briefcase.
"Your plan is formulaic, however, and having multiple encounters with our target over the past 40 years or so..." The briefcase opened with a soft click. "Serpentine will pick up on it a mile away. Her apprehension will have to be more... organic."
Inside was a state of the art Kevlar vest tailored to White, a Walther PP with a silencer and shoulder holster. There were also a couple of small tactical knives and an extra clip for the gun. She removed the vest and slipped it over her head.
"Well then, what is this more, organic plan?" Yellow said, placing her hands flat on the table, glaring.
White was struggling a bit with adjusting the vest, Blue walked over to assist. "Your squad, the FBI and the Miami SWAT will create a perimeter around the club roughly a block away, just like you originally drew out. Then you're going to wait, about 30 minutes."
Satisfied with how the armor fit, she nodded to Blue who grabbed the black velvet vest and helped the older woman slip it back on.
"What are we waiting 30 minutes for?" The gold Diamond said through clenched teeth.
The older Diamond finished with the vest and put on the shoulder harness. "You're not waiting for anyone thing, you're just going to give me the time. After 30 minutes are up, breach the night club." She made sure the gun was loaded, forgoing the silencer she moved to the extra clip and stowed it in a discreet vest pocket.
Yellow stood up straight as a rod, "Let me get this straight, you want me to let you go into a crowded night club, with a dangerous criminal that knows you on sight, that has the ability slip away undetected?" She clasped her hands behind her back to keep them from fidgeting. "Oh, by the way, you're alone. Backup is a block away..."
"Don't patronize me Yellow, I've been doing this a lot longer than you have. I've also been chasing this target a lot longer than you have too." White had since put on her blazer and was checking her makeup in a compact from her purse, reapplying her dark lipstick and making sure her black mascara was en point.
She put her makeup back into her purse and slung it loosely over her shoulder. White then looked at Blue who walked around her and nodded. "Nothing out of place, you look like you're going out for the night."
She gave a microscopic sigh as she watched her daughter pinch the bridge of her nose. Her daughter-in-law walked up and put a hand on the others shoulder. White truly did love these two, they were her family. Yellow, strong and constant. Blue, gentle and elegant. Then there was Carissa, waiting at home for her mothers, she was a rowdy, free spirit.
Perhaps too rowdy and too spirited... Time would correct that, along with some discipline. She would be the perfect addition to The Authority.
But for now, she was just a little girl... For now.
The older woman approached the pair and spoke in her usual honeyed tone. "Let's get this done and over with shall we? It's Carissa's birthday tomorrow, we don't want to miss that now? Age 10 is a hallmark age for a child after all..."
Yellow Diamond shook her head and handed White a small radio and wireless earpiece from the table. "I don't like this at all, call in if you need backup. I'll give you exactly 30 minutes, then I'm coming in."
White turned on her heels, "I wouldn't expect anything less sunbeam."