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Iris Huntington might have been arrogant, a control freak, and a self-described bitch, but she wasn’t stupid. She learned from her mistakes - when they were truly her mistakes, and not just the world being stupid - and adapted. So her first robbery might have been a bust, landing her in CIA custody and forcing her to do some quick thinking to escape. But a few weeks later, after ironing out the kinks in her safecracker’s programming and tinkering with the ammo capacity of her guards, she tried again. Coast Star Bank might have been a bit less prestigious, but it was far enough away that the CIA wasn’t watching over it. Coverage of her first attempt had been a curiosity, tucked away in the third pages of newspapers that bothered to cover it.

The Coast Star Robbery, though? Put in the cash, the bonds, the savings, the jewelry and watches, and she had nearly half a million dollars. Now that was something worth reporting on. Front page, a photo of Iris sauntering out of the bank and to her car, flanked by knockout gas and gunfire. One for her trophy room.

She kept going - another few banks and museums, until they started shoring up their security in paranoia. The headquarters of Ford Automobiles during a shareholders meeting, mostly to tell them that their new breakthrough was crap. One day, she’d held an entire movie set hostage, primping and preening in front of the cameras, trying to get the actors to smile. She’d gotten bored and left - but really, that had just been for fun.

But the attention from the public meant attention from the Government, and the day came where her stream of luck ran out. Somehow, they’d found her hideout, nestled away in the Appalachians. Assembly line in an abandoned mineshaft, laboratory and a sprawling apartment on a mountainside, all powered by a series of nearby dams - it might not have been the glamorous retreat a Bond villain would have, but it was close.

And the best part, in Iris’ opinion? A complex-wide speaker system. So while she directed her troops (seventy soldiers strong) from her laboratory, she blasted the Rolling Stones so everybody could hear. Paint It, Black was such a damn good song, and she knew the words by heart.

“Come o~on,” she sing-songed into the microphone, cutting the music out for a moment. “Surrender and I won’t kill you.”

Date: 2018-05-24 05:52 am (UTC)
velvetier: (↡ loose caboose)
From: [personal profile] velvetier
"I'm impressed by your not murdering me," Delilah countered. She hadn't forgotten that Iris might not have heard that, but on the off-chance that she was just being coy and vague there was no point bringing it back up.

The hand on her waist was also very noticed, but she wasn't going to fuss. Certainly not. Better just to pretend it wasn't happening, or something.

Date: 2018-06-07 05:06 am (UTC)
velvetier: (↡ round midnight)
From: [personal profile] velvetier
"Because, at the risk of sounding like a cliche, that's what a whole lot of them say," Delilah pointed out. "Trying to lull people into a false sense of security, that kind of thing. It's stupid, but it happens."

And, considering who she was, she was more than used to men who didn't try to be subtle or clever with her. She also wasn't used to women who decided to drop everything and dance with her in the middle of their evil lair, so.

"I'd think that was obvious," she remarked, swaying along easily. "You've been on a veritable spree."

Date: 2018-06-10 05:46 am (UTC)
velvetier: (↟ skyline waltz)
From: [personal profile] velvetier
"You realize that's also what most of them say," Delilah deadpanned. "Or at least that they're not stupid. That, I'd believe about you. But robberies and large-scale crime?"

She dragged out the pause. Clearly as a government agent she found that abhorrent and, yes, stupid, but she was also starting to just mess with Iris a little.

"You keep on doing those," she concluded. "And it's flashy, sure, but you can show off your new toys without wreaking havoc."

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