Manhattan September 26th 20:00 HRS
It was raining. Unlike most she loved the rain, loved the sound and feel of it. The way it caressed your skin; each drop as tender as gentle wind. She had followed them, still feeling the small thrill of triumph because neither of them had detected her presence. A satisfied grin grew on her face at the thought. No one caught her. Ever. What puzzled her was what they wanted here. There was an auction being held here tonight. She was interested in these. The history they had to offer flooded her senses every time. But still, this was no time for hesitation, whatever was in those boxes hadn't sounded good. Bracing herself, she sauntered across the road, sliding her shades onto her nose. They were to hide her eyes. The only outward indication that she was...abnormal. She slipped into the role of someone wealthy; with her jeans, t-shirt and trainers, she didn't look the part, but then again who cared. She certainly didn't if it got her inside the hall where the auction was being held.
As she walked through the door one of the guards stepped towards her, she could see it was clearly his intention to stop her. Arching her brow at him she carried on past him into the hall. As she passed the doors, she saw the auctioneer motion towards a statue of a fertility goddess. All she could say was, with tits that big you'd have to be fertile one way or another. A smirk crossed her face at the thought. She reached the front row and sat down, arching her brown again at the woman next to her. The arrogant bitch had the nerve to sneer at her! Reminding herself about her brothers views on humans she calmed down, claiming the higher ground.
As he started the bidding, at 300,000 no less, she was looking around the building at all possible entrances and, if necessary, escape routes. The auctioneers voice became a monotonous drone and combined with the incessant tapping of computer keys in front. Enough about the sex goddess already, we can see what she's about you know. Just as she was about to put in her headphones, he changed the topic. Oh thank God!
He spoke about a piece of the crown of the King Balor! This could complicate things. Oh well, I guess it's a good thing I'm always up for a party. Now, if only I knew what was in the box. I'd hate to have to kill them, Mr Wink and his associate. Especially as he's got the finest piece of ass on the planet. The auctioneer talked about the history of the piece, the Golden Army whatever, I already know this! She zoned out, taking in a heightened awareness of things, the people around her, their breathing, their heartbeats. In a slit moment she saw their lives, that moment lasted lifetimes and she became aware of their thoughts. Oh shit.