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[b]Havensgate Apartments
South Gotham
It’s late… really late[/b]
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Icy blue eyes shielded by large [url= https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1d/55/56/1d5556fb90351002740dd1c5f4c846e8.jpg]glasses[/url] narrowed at the screen, the brightness reflecting off the glass and making them practically glow in the dimly lit room. The figure, identifiable as a woman due to their form, leaned closer to the screen. A low hum escaped them before their fingers began to dance over the keyboard, lines of code whizzing by. The woman muttered under her breath in low tones as she did so. And ‘the woman’, as if you didn’t know already, was called Victoria.

On the monitor to her left was a Skype call, no camera. [color=maroon]“Are you in?”[/color] A distorted voice asked, clearly modified by a voice modification system. The woman gave a decidedly unlady-like snort before replying in a deeper and overall raspier tone then you’d expect her to have. [color=black]“I’ve, uh, been ‘in’ 5 minutes ago, have the files as well. At this point I’m just downloading some more files for, uh, my own enjoyment.”[/color]

The voice was silent for about a second before responding in an angered tone. [color=maroon]“Then why have you not sent me the-?”[/color]

[b]Beep![/b]

[color=black]“Already sent, you’ve just received them by the way, that’s what the beeping sound was. I mean, I know you old people don’t, uh, really get tech. I even, to be extra nice because I’m a nice guy, added the Gotham City police file on your brother, Mrs. Davenport. You know, the one that was apparently ‘buried’ within the system?”[/color] She rambled off, leaning back in her chair as she picked up a, still smoking somehow, cigarette from an ashtray. She brought it to her lips as the mysterious voice, now revealed to be Mrs. Davenport, seemed to go silent while the faint sounds of typing came over.

A small smirk rested on the woman’s face as she heard the faint gasps of her employer. [i]Easy,[/i] her mind concluded and Victoria was powerless to do anything but nod in agreement as smoke bellowed from her lips like a cloud. 

[color=maroon]“T-thank you so mu-.”[/color] The watery voice caused a frown to appear on Victoria’s face, the woman shifting uncomfortably. [color=black]“Hey, lady? Calm down, will you? I’m not good when girls cry, it gets me all gross inside. Besides, I’ve already extracted my, uh, payment from your bank account. Thanks for the $10,000 bonus, by the way. I mean, I know we didn’t agree on it but I mean, I just figured. I was right there, after all. It’d be a true crime to NOT take advantage, ya know.”[/color] 

Ignoring the woman’s stuttering, the white haired woman rolled over to the left where a pile of books and papers sat. Grabbing a large book, she then proceeded to roll over to the other side of the room where her bed sat. [color=black]“Okay, I [b]may[/b] have lied. Just a little bit.”[/color] She said louder to the still stunned woman, having to do so to make her voice heard. 

[color=black]“The info on your brother? It wasn’t a free thing. I’m not a nice guy. BUT, think of it this way, after another month and a half wasted trying to get information, you would’ve come to me anyway. And, uh, I would’ve charged a LOT more. See? It all works out in the end.”[/color]

Her words were rushed as usual, her attention only half on what she was saying while the rest of her attention was on the book and notebook in her hands. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two before she ended up rolling back to her computers.

[color=black]“Anyway, you know the drill by now. Tell your friends, keep my name out of your mouth or away from your fingers when you’re talking to certain people in Gotham. Last thing I need is the wrong attention, you got me? Brilliant! Now, I have things to do and money to make SO, this is where I give my goodbye Mrs. Davenport. Or, uh, can I call you Doris at this point? I’m thinking Doris. I mean, we’ve been through a lot together and I think we’ve grown close enough. Anywho, BYE DORIS!”[/color]

Victoria cut the confused woman off, exiting from the Skype call without another glance. Checking to make sure she was still properly encrypted, the hacker let out a sigh as she went boneless in her seat. Tugging at her baggy [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/bd/42/65/bd4265348fdae518612d17a495040f98.jpg]sweater[/url], the woman took off her glasses to idly clean them as she got lost in thought.

[i]Another day of the daily grind down, sweet. Hmm, but that name: Bruce Wayne.[/i] Personally, Victoria had much preferred to stay out of that whole thing. She never got caught by the bat once. Then again, that’s probably because she never went outside and stayed off the radar as much as possible. Unlike some of the other… [b]colorful[/b] baddies of the past, she much prefers to stick to her own merits. She has little interest in starting her own crew and going around robbing banks and blowing up hospitals.

[i]But imagine what would happen if the goodies and baddies found out that you were playing both sides,[/i] her thoughts tried. Well, there’s a good way to counter that. She’s stated many times that she’s neutral. She doesn’t work for the good guy or the bad guys. Whoever pays her the most, that’s where she goes. She doesn’t sell out the other side and fucks both of the sides over equally if she needs to. See? She’s all about equality.

Her thoughts shot over to the book and her notes. While rummaging through the files of a ‘legitimate’ banking agency for her client, she’d came across one of the alias’ of her ex-boyfriend Joshua. It was the first sign she’d found of him for the past couple of years. [i]He got involved in some stuff he [b]really[/b] should not have.[/i]

That means that, most likely, he was trying to act as a mole and got caught. So, most likely… her mind spiraled down to some [b]dark[/b] places before she managed to resurface. [i]Let’s try and forget that. We’ve moved on, yeah?[/i]

A small meow grasped her attention and, looking down, Victoria saw the small black cat rubbing against her legs and purring. Unable to stop her smile, the woman leaned over and picked up the squirming cat. Holding it to her chest, she tried her best to push away thoughts of Joshua. But, the sinking feeling in her gut provided a constant reminder.