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     those who fail to listen to history are doomed to repeat it. of course, when lives were on the line, the detective had no choice. returning to the grounds where they’d met before felt a little off even by her standards — but knowing her and her already complicated plans, there had to be a purpose. slowly, he approaches the entrance to the apartment, virtually unchanged from the last time they’d met. although here was different. he could clearly see the silhouette of the woman, exactly as described. but there was something amiss. she wasn’t waiting to greet him. no, she felt frightened. the detective makes his way across the dimly lit apartment to face her, concern overwhelming him. 

    “ don’t worry. i’ll help you. just tell me what happened. who did this to you ? “

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masterminds​.

     ‘ i know– i know it’s set to go off at midnight, but can’t we discuss this in the morning? a woman needs her beauty sleep. ‘      she doesn’t wait for him to respond, instead letting out an audible yawn.       ‘ and i have an early day tomorrow, yknow? breakfast with AB and all. ’ 

     ❛       not much of a beauty sleep if you’re planning to have screaming and sirens going off at the same time, miss salmon. you’ve dragged it out for long enough. tell me how to disarm it and i’ll try my hardest not to have the police sent over to your penthouse. ❜ he is firm but cold in his response — another of her trails lead him to the explosive right in front of him, something very familiar to john within her escapades.  ❛ you have what you want. you have me demanding your help. i am powerless here unless you tell me ! ❜

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@masterminds cease and desist, villain

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misscrimes.

     he came! oh, he came, just to see her. and she’s ecstatic, although outwardly she seems less than amused. it’s all about the first impressions, after all. she remains stoic as ever, and to be fair she has been awfully bored. there’s not much fun in waiting an hour for him to arrive ( she had to get the setup just right, complete with her getaway vehicle waiting to leave at the drop of a time ). 

     she perks up at his introduction, though her posture remains abhorrent, sitting sideways in her wing chair. long legs are draped over one arm of the chair, her back resting against the other, the folds of her floor length coat draping to the floor beneath her. and of course, her head adorned with the classic black top hat, still obscuring part of her face.

      ‘ you’re nothing if not persistent, mr. smith, ‘      she says, almost a compliment rolling off her tongue, in response to something that was most definitely flattering to her. she is very good at what she does, and she’s glad he knows it.     ‘ but i hope you know i’m letting you see me, now. and one wrong move and you will never see me again. is that clear? ‘      he’s on her turf, playing by rules that are set by her and ever changing.

     for pursuing someone as evasive as she was, john had no real idea what he’d gotten himself into. he hadn’t met someone as theatrical as she was, but that was what made her all the more alluring. he stands still, smirk etching on his face as he motions to her that the floor is hers. an acknowledgement that he was on her property. a gentleman’s agreement. 

     he's careful, however, to not lose sight of her, or have his hand hover over his pistol, in case she decided to up the ante. it was more than likely that this was only a means of introduction, and nothing too short of it, but he could never figure her out. their game was already one that was already unraveling fast, and if he were to survive, it would be best to be careful for himself and that he doesn’t fuck it up.

     ❛       any particular reason why you decided to meet here ? we could’ve had dinner. some place nice. ❜ 

     his attempt to lure her out further is followed by a more obvious motion from his hand. like himself, miss salmon notices everything. but in this moment, he forgoes being mindful, to get the message across to her that while he is open to playing her game, he too is a brute force.

     ❛ you've built up quite the reputation. so unknown to the public and yet feared amongst the underbelly of the world. the sharp-dressed criminal. but enlighten me for a moment — why are you letting me go after you, hm ? surely you can’t be bored enough to, but if so, i am honored. but i play fair. ❜

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     hell’s kitchen was nothing different from the rest of the city — quiet, damp, but bustling where it needed to be. the address matched with the note left from an anonymous source. it must’ve, considering how terrified the person was dropping it off. there was an unsettling aura as detective smith made his way to the front door, knocking once, twice, three times. just as he figured it was a bust, the door opens behind him. it’s completely dark in the abandoned apartment, nothing entirely unusual for someone there, but it was too quiet. his hand felt around for the light switch, but it only responded with flickering. that was as good as it was gonna get, for now. by instinct, he looks around for anything of note. suddenly, there’s movement in the next room — he’s not alone. 

     carefully, john enters the living room, hand hovering over his pistol as he awaits for something else to emerge. it’s then that her silhouette is visible. he couldn’t believe it — it was actually her. the elusive miss salmon kept her word and was there for the meeting. or at least, she could. he’s followed her trail enough to know that it could be a decoy, someone else appearing in place of her, but he seeks to prove it’s the real deal. straightening himself, he moves his hand away from the gun and begins to address the top-hatted silhouette in the distance. the flickering makes their appearance ominous — all part of her game of elusiveness.

     ❛       so... you decided to finally show up when you’re supposed to, hm ? you are quite the difficult woman to reach, miss salmon. ❜ 

     the aura changes as he sees the figure lilt itself upward, almost as if it were a confirmation.

     ❛ i must say, you’ve done a pretty good job of keeping yourself hidden. ❜

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misscrimes.

   ‘ why not? does it irritate you? ‘   if he’s smart, he’d know she’s just trying to get under his skin. shes crosses her arms and leans in closer.   ‘ because i’d hate to do that. ‘

     ❛       it does. you know it does. and if you think this is going to halt any of my investigation, it won’t. your plans won’t continue for much longer, miss salmon. ❜ clearly frustrated, john prepares himself to leave the vicinity, hand briefly grabbing the doorknob before stopping and slowly turning. ❛ you know i’m closer, too. that’s why you’ve agreed to be here. your mind games and need for a thrill have lead you here to taunt me by holding the answers right in front of me ! ❜ he sighs. chuckles a little. ❛ fine. i’ll play along. ❜ he continues to face her, smirk adorning his face. ❛ is this all part of it, too ? your chaotic plans...meant to confuse me ? ❜

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it's really rude of you to block my number... again.

after you threatened to murder me and blow up my entire block i think it was a great precaution