War of Shadows: Sinclair Tie-in (RP #1)
Dec 18, 2021 2:10:57 GMT -5
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Post by SinclairGodfrey on Dec 18, 2021 2:10:57 GMT -5
I
Sinclair Godfrey was in a foul mood as she sat in the holding cell. If there was one thing that could be said about the members of Donzig-gun? They didn't like to be outsmarted. And Esmeralda Von Kraus had out-maneuvered the Baroness this time. Worse, Donzig would know that she failed.
Donzig didn't handle disappointment very well.
She glared at her hands, absently flexing her fingers as she shook her head. It wouldn't be long now, she had made the right phone calls when she had been brought in. All of this was just a waste of time, and she had still had that insipid Dakota Jennings to deal with. She hissed to herself, and then looked up a shadow fell across her. She glanced up and saw a tall woman with broad shoulders covered in tattoos staring down at her. Another woman stood beside her, arms folded over her chest as she gave an ugly smirk. The first woman sniffed, and Sinclair cocked her head with a slight narrowing of her green eyes. 'Listen, I know you two think you're going to do something. But I promise you, all you are going to do? Is get hurt.'
The big woman laughed. 'Is that so princess? Who's going to do that? You?'
The pair laughed, and Sinclair's lips drew back in a smile that could be only described as slightly off. 'I am the Ninth Lady Godfrey, Chosen of the Scourge, and I would leave both of you broken and bloody.'
The pair blinked at each other in surprise, and then the big woman snarled as she grabbed for Sinclair. Her hand grabbed air, before her arm was twisted around as she was slammed face first into the bench. Sinclair, spun her around by that arm to slam her into the other woman before she lunged forward to throw three stiff punches into the other woman's face as the first started to rise while staring at her bloodied hands. Blood was dripping from her nose as she cursed, and Sinclair laughed maniacally as she dodged a clumsy swing from the smaller. Her foot snapped across her thigh, then snapped over her knee. The smaller one stumbled, and Sinclair wasted no time hitting a step up enzuguri that sent her falling.
The rest of the cell started to go crazy, cheering them on as they stomped the floor. They shook the bars, and the big woman with her tattoos came up in a fighting stance. She glared at Sinclair as blood ran from her nose, and Sinclair shrugged. 'I did warn you.'
'You little whore!' The woman roared, and she came in swinging wildly as Sinclair stepped aside of her blows before moving quickly away. Her eyes narrowed, and then she drove a foot into the woman's knee. She crashed downward, and Sinclair Godfrey ran in as she started to rise to drive a knee into her head. The big woman dropped senseless to the floor, and Sinclair sneered at the pair before her eyes flicked across the rest of the prisoners as though in challenge. And she tilted her head, licking her lips as she could hear the guards running down the halls as the other cells were going wild with cheers.
Say what you will about the Servants of the Void? But much like their leader? They were drunk on violence and blood, they craved it like normal people hungered for food. Sinclair Godfrey for her all refinement was no better, and she fairly grabbed the big woman's arm as she lifted her from the floor to cross them before her. And her foot pressed against the back of her head, and her face was slammed against the floor as the guards started to push inside. Blood was everywhere, and she turned to glare at the other one as she wiped a hand across her mouth. 'You should stay down.'
The guards finally pushed back the prisoners, and stared at Sinclair as she held her hands up. A crazed smile on her face as she laughed, and stepped across the bloodied form of the bigger woman at her feet.
II
Sinclair sat a metal table in the dimly lit interrogation room, leaning back as far as she could with her hands cuffed to the table before her. She frowned at them thoughtfully, tugging once before she sat back again with a sigh. The door opened, and the two detectives who were in charge of this mess walked inside. Their cheap suits in stark contrast to the two men who followed behind them. They glared at the pair before looking back to her.
The first man was a tall man with sharp features and dark hair, he had commanding blue eyes that narrowed on the two. He was used to being in charge, and these two were testing his patience. He gave Sinclair a nod. The second man was slightly shorter, and had a lean build. His head was shaven, and his suit was black. He had a red tie, and he pressed his lips into a grim line before he moved forward to set his briefcase on the table.
Sinclair knew them both. The first man had been the person she had called, her dear old friend Peter Temple. They had gone to school together, and had moved in the same circles. He worked for Interpol now, and the Godfrey name still meant something in certain circles. The second man was Dante Sollozzo, a lawyer who had one notable client who was in fact Donzig himself. He and Sollozzo had been through the shit together, and the pair were extremely loyal to each other. Temple frowned, and he stared at the pair of detectives before he spoke. 'Lady Godfrey, sorry for the delay. There has been some problem with you in the holding cell, and these gentlemen had to determine it was self defense. Since you shouldn't have been there in the first place, I think they should be lucky they aren't sued.'
'Now listen here, Temple! This woman and her thugs have been implicated in a murder.' the detective snapped.
'And as I have already told you, Lady Godfrey and her associates were working with me on this case. The real criminals seem to have eluded your department again!' Temple said, frowning as he looked to Sinclair for a second before he turned back to the detectives. 'Now your captain gave the two of your orders, and you will release them at once. You have the paperwork, and Interpol has better things to be doing!'
Take that Esmeralda, you trollop. Sinclair thought testily, pleased to have outwitted the cunning woman for the moment. The detectives glared at Temple, then one of them fumbled for the keys to her handcuffs. Sollozzo watched, a brow arching before he spoke in his deep voice. 'You should be lucky my client doesn't sue this department for this treatment. She could have been hurt by those ruffians in the holding cell.'
The detectives sputtered, clearly angered by that comment. Temple snorted, and Sinclair rubbed her wrists before she spoke with a smile. 'I trust my associates were no trouble?'
'We kept them in their own cell, they had the guards worried.' The cop said, as Sinclair nodded. Yes, that was a good call the Death Squad did not play well with others, and without Donzig or Sinclair to keep them in check? Well, Mormo and Moloch were known to be rather aggressive. She shrugged, and rose as the cops left the room before Temple turned to her.
'Sinclair, what is going on? How are you involved with the Red Thirst?'
Sinclair waved a hand dismissively, snorting as she arched a brow. 'I'm not. I am after Esmeralda Von Kraus, and she is after someone named Alexis Logan.'
Temple's eyes widened, and he tugged at his tie. 'Von Kraus? Alexis Logan? These people are dangerous, Sinclair! What are you doing? I'd heard you'd been doing some--'
Sollozzo cleared his throat, and frowned slightly as he tilted his bald head. Temple looked at him, and Sinclair scowled slightly before she leaned across the table. 'I don't think you want in my business anymore then you want in Esmeralda's, dear Peter. But I promise you that things in this city are about to become--' Sinclair paused, thinking it seemed a minute before she shrugged as her fingers flicked. '--untidy.'
'Messy.' said Sollozzo.
The Baroness nodded, and Temple sighed as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. A shrug, and he turned towards the door. 'I hate it when you people do that, it's like you're listening to a voice who can't decide what to say.'
Sinclair laughed, following after him with the lawyer in tow. 'Maybe we are, the Void whispers in many voices it is hard to pick just one.'
Peter Temple frowned at that with a sighed. 'Sinclair, please, just call me if you need anything.'
The first man was a tall man with sharp features and dark hair, he had commanding blue eyes that narrowed on the two. He was used to being in charge, and these two were testing his patience. He gave Sinclair a nod. The second man was slightly shorter, and had a lean build. His head was shaven, and his suit was black. He had a red tie, and he pressed his lips into a grim line before he moved forward to set his briefcase on the table.
Sinclair knew them both. The first man had been the person she had called, her dear old friend Peter Temple. They had gone to school together, and had moved in the same circles. He worked for Interpol now, and the Godfrey name still meant something in certain circles. The second man was Dante Sollozzo, a lawyer who had one notable client who was in fact Donzig himself. He and Sollozzo had been through the shit together, and the pair were extremely loyal to each other. Temple frowned, and he stared at the pair of detectives before he spoke. 'Lady Godfrey, sorry for the delay. There has been some problem with you in the holding cell, and these gentlemen had to determine it was self defense. Since you shouldn't have been there in the first place, I think they should be lucky they aren't sued.'
'Now listen here, Temple! This woman and her thugs have been implicated in a murder.' the detective snapped.
'And as I have already told you, Lady Godfrey and her associates were working with me on this case. The real criminals seem to have eluded your department again!' Temple said, frowning as he looked to Sinclair for a second before he turned back to the detectives. 'Now your captain gave the two of your orders, and you will release them at once. You have the paperwork, and Interpol has better things to be doing!'
Take that Esmeralda, you trollop. Sinclair thought testily, pleased to have outwitted the cunning woman for the moment. The detectives glared at Temple, then one of them fumbled for the keys to her handcuffs. Sollozzo watched, a brow arching before he spoke in his deep voice. 'You should be lucky my client doesn't sue this department for this treatment. She could have been hurt by those ruffians in the holding cell.'
The detectives sputtered, clearly angered by that comment. Temple snorted, and Sinclair rubbed her wrists before she spoke with a smile. 'I trust my associates were no trouble?'
'We kept them in their own cell, they had the guards worried.' The cop said, as Sinclair nodded. Yes, that was a good call the Death Squad did not play well with others, and without Donzig or Sinclair to keep them in check? Well, Mormo and Moloch were known to be rather aggressive. She shrugged, and rose as the cops left the room before Temple turned to her.
'Sinclair, what is going on? How are you involved with the Red Thirst?'
Sinclair waved a hand dismissively, snorting as she arched a brow. 'I'm not. I am after Esmeralda Von Kraus, and she is after someone named Alexis Logan.'
Temple's eyes widened, and he tugged at his tie. 'Von Kraus? Alexis Logan? These people are dangerous, Sinclair! What are you doing? I'd heard you'd been doing some--'
Sollozzo cleared his throat, and frowned slightly as he tilted his bald head. Temple looked at him, and Sinclair scowled slightly before she leaned across the table. 'I don't think you want in my business anymore then you want in Esmeralda's, dear Peter. But I promise you that things in this city are about to become--' Sinclair paused, thinking it seemed a minute before she shrugged as her fingers flicked. '--untidy.'
'Messy.' said Sollozzo.
The Baroness nodded, and Temple sighed as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. A shrug, and he turned towards the door. 'I hate it when you people do that, it's like you're listening to a voice who can't decide what to say.'
Sinclair laughed, following after him with the lawyer in tow. 'Maybe we are, the Void whispers in many voices it is hard to pick just one.'
Peter Temple frowned at that with a sighed. 'Sinclair, please, just call me if you need anything.'