Given her current persona as a socialite in the halls of kindredand accomplished writer to the eyes of kine you would think Sam would feel at home in an upper class neighborhood, but it could not be farther from the
truth. Though she worked to not wear it on her sleeve she grew up on the
streets. The amount of work and dedication to get out of the hell that was her
old life was no easy accomplishment. As she came upon the manor of her targeted
location she could not help but feel that the guy deserved to have some of his
collection taken from him. In recalling the Google results of Blaine Dillian,
the pathetic man had inherited all his riches from daddy when the multi-millionaire
died. Since then Blaine had surrounded himself with collections of some of the
finest art and antiques that his father’s money could buy. The only work
required was to cry at the funeral. She was so disgusted by this fact that even
though her research before a job was typically well in depth she couldn’t stand
reading beyond the important parts for the job. It went on about all the things
he collected, but she skimmed through that focusing on her items of interest:
Picasso’s “Nu Couche Sur Un Coussin Rouge” and XVIII stamp “Girls Swimming In
Lotus Pond”. She was crouched by the side gate of the manorwhile black leather gloved hands worked her electronic tool kit to work on cutting the power to the place completely to disable any possible security
measures that might be in place. There was hardly a sign of her usual attire
when on a job. Black Raiders ball cap concealed her typically flowing black
locks with brim pulled down low casting shadow over flawless visage. Over sized
black leather trench coat concealed large black duffle bag strapped across
chest over reinforced leather body suit. Trusty combat knife was tucked in
sheath of her right black boot. Once she hit the sweet spot of the power source
there was a zapping noise as the exterior lights to the yard went out. Slight
grin came across unpainted lips as she thought about how careless her target
was. She had endured staking the place last night finding no signs of guards.“Just leave your precious collection in the hands of technology.Brilliant idea, dumbass.” She whispered into the darkness. Due to her lack of investigation based on theapathy for silver spooned Dillian she was unware of Mr. Blaine’s most prized of
collections of fighting breed dogs. Being that the man thought it fancy to have
the entire house fitted with electronic doors when the power was cut they were
all unlocked, and swung slightly ajar. Including the doors to the cages the Pit
Bulls, Rottweilers, and more exotic dangerous canines were kept. Excitedly the
dogs all freed themselves, though since being kept in the basement the barking
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Sam scaled the gate with ease dropping on theother side and sidesteppingto hug the wall. When out of view from the street
she reached in her bag for her ski-mask, and replaced the ball cap with the
winter attire. Long strides took her to a side door thinking how convenient it
was that the door was already open for her. Hazel orbs peered around the room
for any signs of occupants, but as she learned from her casing of the location
the night before Mr. Dillian would be getting black out drunk till to bars
tossed him out hours from now. When she felt comfortable that she was alone she
moved quickly around the place scanning each room for what she was after. In the man’s officeshe found the lotus stamp shewas after in a framed ancient stamp collection
covering a wall over looking his
desk. She could not help but to stare in awe for a moment before gloved hand
picked up “Girls Swimming in Lotus Pond”. Grin pulled on tightly fitting mask
as she slid the item into her bag. She kept on searching the place for her most
important item, and as she thought would be the case “Nu Couche Sur Un Coussin
Rouge” was hanging above his California king water bed. Leave it to this
pretentious douche bag to hand a Picasso over his bed. Never the less she
carefully climbed on top of the man’s bed hoping that no std’s could eat
through her garments. She carefully removed the painting from the wall placing
it inside already prepared protective plastic inside of the bag. Samantha
securely buttoned the bag and hoped off the bed not being able to hold back
laughter at the fact of how easy this was. At that moment she heard a deep
growl coming from around the corner followed in chorus by at least five more
sources of the unsettling sound. The extending of hersupernatural ability toHeightened Senses was immediately releases. A task
should would have routinely
performed prior to any job had she not fell into her stereotyped perceptions of
the target. She could now feel the first beast bolting around the corner at
her. Line of sight showed the grey pit bull with mouth extended, bile foaming
at the mouth, and a look in the eyes that showed intent to destroy her.
Experience
told her that the most important thing from this point would be to leave no way
to track her while keeping the art intact. This meant do not let the thing draw
blood and cradle the pieces like an egg. Forearm was extended as the canine
leaped at her jaws extended awaiting the taste of her flesh. She forced the
part of her left arm most wrapped in reinforced leather into it’s mouth. The
bite tore through the jacket, but could not fully get through the body suit. As
it clamped down she tried to ignore the slight pain as right arm slid down into
her right boot gripping tightly to the handle of the combat knife. She crouched
down with the weight of the pit bull now trying to use its grasp to seemingly
rip her arm off with violent full body back and forth movements. Finely being
on her A game her ability of celerity flowed through her blood. Razor sharp tip
of the combat blade moved fluidly from it’s sheath and in a blink pierced into
the neck of the thing. As the blade drove upward all the way through the
canines neck his gripping bite slacked as life flowed out of its form. There was no time toeven force a breath as aRottweiler was seen airborne coming straight for her
face. As though one motion
in grace the knife was removed from the Pitt’s flesh as she dropped and rolled
to the left avoiding the attack of the Rottweiler arms hugging the art in the
bag as she did so. Quick look up now saw an enraged St. Benard charging at her.
Now a bit pissed off she would lift off the ground extending a boot to the face
of the dog in a furious kick with left boot as she kept balance now standing on
her right. Full stance was secured before flipping the direction of the blade
down, gripping handle with both hands, and slamming the tip of blade through
the skull of the St. Benard. “Fuck you Cujo! Iwill not meet my end to the paws of a horrid StephenKing cliché.” She almost
spat the cheesy line.
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As she looked to the doorway to exit she could not make much out beyondthe mass of Great Dane blocking an exit. The rapid paw
steps of the Rottwiler she dodged were heard coming behind her as the huge
Great Dane charged her. There was not time for more than a quick glance at the
window before sprinting toward it. Head tucked, and arms tucking the precious
art to her chest she jumped turning in the air as she did breaking through the
glass back first of the first story window. Shards rained around her as her
back hit the grass hard with a thud. A look to the window showed that the dogs
were not ready to give up, and they were now joined by a forming group of even
more vicious animals. So she sucked up the pain starting to course through her
body, and got to her feet as quickly as possible. The memory of her sprinting
through the courtyard of a man she underestimated while being relentlessly
chased by a herd of his blood thirsty killer dogs would always haunt her.
Vampire or not, it was no easy taskto escape them, but indeed she did succeed
once scaling the wall of the estate.
When dropping to the street side of the wall she could hear the barks of furry
of the killers she nearly escaped on the other side. She knew she could only
afford one moment to gather herself before getting out of there with all the
noise being made. One last hard runwould take her 5 blocks and afew turns from the location to a black Mercedes
that she had never been so
happy to see. As she quickly made way into the back seat the driver looked back
to her with bemused expression and thick accent.“Madmazel Calvin, I hope that
you’re appearance does not suggest that the item has been compromised?” the man
said. Sam unbuttoned the bagrevealing only the painting showing that her diligence in keeping it intact had
paid off. “Mint
condition as always.”She snorted seeming agitated beyond her normal limits.
“Just drive.” Once satisfied hesmiled before turning around to tactfully drive out of there in the fastest way
while avoiding breaking traffic laws. Sam
would brush off random foliage, glass, and dog drool as she made a mental note
of never assuming dueche bags do not breed monster dogs.
