Chapter #4. Oblivion
"Selena Porter," a masculine voice said from behind Sally. Sally automatically responded to her Alias and turned, pasting a smile onto her face.
"Oh, Mr. D'Armand," Sally said sweetly.
He shot her a dazzling smile, his black hair perfectly combed back, "I didn't get a chance to meet you."
Sally fingered her necklace which was not only a transceiver but also a video camera. Sally liked the idea that Wufei was hanging between her breasts (*Author snickers*), "no, I believe you were dealing with a little problem at the bar at the time we were supposed to be introduced." Sally was referring to a fist fight between two guests that he had diffused quickly. Sally could have dealt with it quicker.
"Indeed," his appreciative green eyed gaze roved over Sally's figure, "and since I couldn't state it earlier may I say that you look lovely tonight."
"Thank you," Sally blushed even as a thought popped into her head : at least someone truly believed she looked good. Wufei hadn't even said anything about how she looked. But then of course Wufei never really noticed what she was wearing, whether it was pajamas or an elegant gown.
"I was merely stating the obvious,"as D'Armand spoke Sally could hear Wufei grumbling in her ear about something that sounded like 'Uppity sucking up smart @$$'. Sally smiled and ignored him.
"I'll have to take your word for it," Sally giggled. Ugh. She hadn't giggled since she'd almost hit a boy in the back of the head with her sling shot in Elementary.
"I was wondering if I could have a word with you in the library," D'Armand took her elbow before she could say anything. She spoke anyway.
"Of course," Get your filthy paws off of me! She allowed him to lead her there, then turned to look at him as soon as he shut the door, "yes?"
"Oh, yes of course," he calmly spoke. Abruptly she felt a sharp pain at her hip and whirled around to slam one 'Delicate' fist into the face of a masked crony. He crumpled like a leaf and in his grip he held an empty syringe. Then out of the darkness burst four more and with her weakened strength she fought them until she could no more, having collapsed and only weakly thrashing. The last thing she saw before drifting off into oblivion was D'Armand carefully taking off Sally's earrings and necklace and him smashing them under his heel.
"Selena Porter," a masculine voice said from behind Sally. Sally automatically responded to her Alias and turned, pasting a smile onto her face.
"Oh, Mr. D'Armand," Sally said sweetly.
He shot her a dazzling smile, his black hair perfectly combed back, "I didn't get a chance to meet you."
Sally fingered her necklace which was not only a transceiver but also a video camera. Sally liked the idea that Wufei was hanging between her breasts (*Author snickers*), "no, I believe you were dealing with a little problem at the bar at the time we were supposed to be introduced." Sally was referring to a fist fight between two guests that he had diffused quickly. Sally could have dealt with it quicker.
"Indeed," his appreciative green eyed gaze roved over Sally's figure, "and since I couldn't state it earlier may I say that you look lovely tonight."
"Thank you," Sally blushed even as a thought popped into her head : at least someone truly believed she looked good. Wufei hadn't even said anything about how she looked. But then of course Wufei never really noticed what she was wearing, whether it was pajamas or an elegant gown.
"I was merely stating the obvious,"as D'Armand spoke Sally could hear Wufei grumbling in her ear about something that sounded like 'Uppity sucking up smart @$$'. Sally smiled and ignored him.
"I'll have to take your word for it," Sally giggled. Ugh. She hadn't giggled since she'd almost hit a boy in the back of the head with her sling shot in Elementary.
"I was wondering if I could have a word with you in the library," D'Armand took her elbow before she could say anything. She spoke anyway.
"Of course," Get your filthy paws off of me! She allowed him to lead her there, then turned to look at him as soon as he shut the door, "yes?"
"Oh, yes of course," he calmly spoke. Abruptly she felt a sharp pain at her hip and whirled around to slam one 'Delicate' fist into the face of a masked crony. He crumpled like a leaf and in his grip he held an empty syringe. Then out of the darkness burst four more and with her weakened strength she fought them until she could no more, having collapsed and only weakly thrashing. The last thing she saw before drifting off into oblivion was D'Armand carefully taking off Sally's earrings and necklace and him smashing them under his heel.