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===Shina Dark's Perspective===
Shina Dark hated them. They lied and pretended to care, but they didn't. Not really. They were afraid. They were afraid of what she could do, and they shunned her for what she couldn't. They would glare fearfully at her when they thought she wasn't looking. They whispered about her behind her back. But when she turned around, they would pretend to care and she would try to believe. But actions speak louder than words and what they did and didn't do told her that they were all afraid of her 'death kiss'.
No one ever got close to her. Of course, that didn't matter in her line of work. She was a thief. And a damn good one too. The leader of the New Orleans Thieves Guild was rather proud of her. Of course why wouldn't her father be proud? He was more proud of her than of her brother Remy. Starting a new war with the assassins.despicable. But she did miss him on those cold, lonely stakeouts.
With her seductive voice, enticing green eyes, silky smooth skin, elegant black hair, lustfully full lips, and sensuous curves, she could have anyone she wanted. But she wanted no one. She had an occasional fling, but it always ended with a dead body and her fleeing. She was, in fact, in the midst of a fling now with one of her potential 'clients'. She knew she was going to have to run sooner or later. She preferred sooner. So, she packed her bags and left without a trace.
===Murderer's Perspective===
She stepped out of the cab and told him to wait. She wouldn't be long. She strolled gracefully up to the door and knocked. After a few moments, he opened the door.
"Ma chere," he said, bringing her hand to his lips, "to what do Ah owe dis' unexpected pleasure?"
"Oh," she said, sliding past him into the house while smiling very seductively, "I just wanted to see what monsieur was doing tonight?" She made the last word an answer and question in one. She smiled again and winked at him.
"In dat case," he smiled and closed the door. He reached and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. She wrapped her hands around her neck and pulled him down for a kiss. His last Kiss.
He fell dead to the floor. She smiled and licked her lips, savoring the taste of death. For some reason 'the kiss' always seemed to excite her. -Oh well, - she thought, -I'll fix that later.-
===Cab Driver's Perspective===
She exited the house and came towards the car. She had been in there for thirty minutes almost. He could only imagine what they had done in that short time. The thought aroused him and he had to scratch.
"Where t' now Madame?" He asked as she got back in the car.
"The country." she said.
===Murderer's Perspective===
When they had stopped in the country she said to the driver, "You are quite handsome, what a pity I have to kill you." The last thing he saw was the color blue.
$$$$$Next Day, Xavier's Mansion, Breakfast$$$$$
===Kurt's Perspective===
Kurt had just sat down and was chowing down on breakfast when something on the front page of Scott's newspaper caught his attention:
Two Dead. Homicide reopens 10 yr. Old Case.
Scott laid the paper on the table and got up to take his bowl in the kitchen. Kurt teleported to Scott's now empty seat and began reading:
New Orleans, June 28th-Mr. John Michael Blankenship III was found dead in his house this morning by a fellow coworker when he did not show up for work that day. Miss Eloise Henderson had been asked to go see where Mr. Blankenship was after he had not responded to several calls, pages, faxes, and e-mails. When she opened the unlocked door, she found 37- year-old John Blankenship laying dead at the foot of the stairs in his two-story house that had been ransacked. Miss Henderson quickly phoned the police. When the police arrived, however, Miss Henderson was nowhere to be found. After examining the house and body for evidence, the police received another report of a dead man in the outskirts of New Orleans. When they arrived at the second crime scene, they found 48-year-old Robert Donaldson dead in his cab. The cab had also been thoroughly searched before the police arrived. Neither body showed any cause of death. This perplexing mystery was soon linked to a 10-year-old case by Detective Jeanna Bartok. Seven men had been found dead, all without plausible cause of death. The case has now been reopened and investigators have a description of a possible suspect. A female with black hair and green eyes. Five feet six inches in height. Fair skin tone. Highly dangerous.
When he had finished reading the paper he stared hard at it until the Professors' voice broke into his thoughts,-Kurt, get suited up, we have a mission.-
===Shina Dark's Perspective===
Shina Dark hated them. They lied and pretended to care, but they didn't. Not really. They were afraid. They were afraid of what she could do, and they shunned her for what she couldn't. They would glare fearfully at her when they thought she wasn't looking. They whispered about her behind her back. But when she turned around, they would pretend to care and she would try to believe. But actions speak louder than words and what they did and didn't do told her that they were all afraid of her 'death kiss'.
No one ever got close to her. Of course, that didn't matter in her line of work. She was a thief. And a damn good one too. The leader of the New Orleans Thieves Guild was rather proud of her. Of course why wouldn't her father be proud? He was more proud of her than of her brother Remy. Starting a new war with the assassins.despicable. But she did miss him on those cold, lonely stakeouts.
With her seductive voice, enticing green eyes, silky smooth skin, elegant black hair, lustfully full lips, and sensuous curves, she could have anyone she wanted. But she wanted no one. She had an occasional fling, but it always ended with a dead body and her fleeing. She was, in fact, in the midst of a fling now with one of her potential 'clients'. She knew she was going to have to run sooner or later. She preferred sooner. So, she packed her bags and left without a trace.
===Murderer's Perspective===
She stepped out of the cab and told him to wait. She wouldn't be long. She strolled gracefully up to the door and knocked. After a few moments, he opened the door.
"Ma chere," he said, bringing her hand to his lips, "to what do Ah owe dis' unexpected pleasure?"
"Oh," she said, sliding past him into the house while smiling very seductively, "I just wanted to see what monsieur was doing tonight?" She made the last word an answer and question in one. She smiled again and winked at him.
"In dat case," he smiled and closed the door. He reached and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. She wrapped her hands around her neck and pulled him down for a kiss. His last Kiss.
He fell dead to the floor. She smiled and licked her lips, savoring the taste of death. For some reason 'the kiss' always seemed to excite her. -Oh well, - she thought, -I'll fix that later.-
===Cab Driver's Perspective===
She exited the house and came towards the car. She had been in there for thirty minutes almost. He could only imagine what they had done in that short time. The thought aroused him and he had to scratch.
"Where t' now Madame?" He asked as she got back in the car.
"The country." she said.
===Murderer's Perspective===
When they had stopped in the country she said to the driver, "You are quite handsome, what a pity I have to kill you." The last thing he saw was the color blue.
$$$$$Next Day, Xavier's Mansion, Breakfast$$$$$
===Kurt's Perspective===
Kurt had just sat down and was chowing down on breakfast when something on the front page of Scott's newspaper caught his attention:
Two Dead. Homicide reopens 10 yr. Old Case.
Scott laid the paper on the table and got up to take his bowl in the kitchen. Kurt teleported to Scott's now empty seat and began reading:
New Orleans, June 28th-Mr. John Michael Blankenship III was found dead in his house this morning by a fellow coworker when he did not show up for work that day. Miss Eloise Henderson had been asked to go see where Mr. Blankenship was after he had not responded to several calls, pages, faxes, and e-mails. When she opened the unlocked door, she found 37- year-old John Blankenship laying dead at the foot of the stairs in his two-story house that had been ransacked. Miss Henderson quickly phoned the police. When the police arrived, however, Miss Henderson was nowhere to be found. After examining the house and body for evidence, the police received another report of a dead man in the outskirts of New Orleans. When they arrived at the second crime scene, they found 48-year-old Robert Donaldson dead in his cab. The cab had also been thoroughly searched before the police arrived. Neither body showed any cause of death. This perplexing mystery was soon linked to a 10-year-old case by Detective Jeanna Bartok. Seven men had been found dead, all without plausible cause of death. The case has now been reopened and investigators have a description of a possible suspect. A female with black hair and green eyes. Five feet six inches in height. Fair skin tone. Highly dangerous.
When he had finished reading the paper he stared hard at it until the Professors' voice broke into his thoughts,-Kurt, get suited up, we have a mission.-