Nice Shot
On the high ground above a bank, Amélie stood dead still, getting ready to snipe a businessman. She felt the rush of adrenaline as her delicate finger pulled the trigger. She hasn't felt anything other than the thrill of a kill since Moira's experiments on her. With a deafening boom, the man fell to the floor. A smirk played on her lips and she reloaded. A woman walked up the stairs to her point, yelling something to someone below.
"Calm your tits, Zeke! I've got this!" she exclaimed, taking her gun off her hip and crouching down beside Amélie. Amélie raised an eyebrow at this woman, seeing how casually she just sat next to her. The woman in question was around her age, with a paler complexion and short blonde hair. She was pretty, and Amélie couldn't help but watch what the unknown woman planned to do. The woman's red eyes stayed fixated on the bank, as she threw a dynamite into the bank. She shot the dynamite in midair, and with another deafening boom, the explosive detonated. People screamed and run out of the bank. Amélie couldn't help but watch, and frankly, she was impressed.
"Nice shot, ma belle."
"Why, thank you.. what's your name, sugar?" the stranger said with a smile, turning around to face her. Her Texan accent was undeniably thick, and she obviously had no intention of hiding it.
She looked the mystery woman up and down before answering. "Amélie Lacroix." she responded, her silvery French accent filling the air. Amélie normally hated Americans, and some cowgirl who was good with a gun was no exception.
"Well, the name's Ashe." she said, standing up slowly to shake the woman's hand "Not that I was starin' or anythin', but you're pretty good with a rifle.". She'd be lying if she said she didn't find Amélie attractive. Ashe took a good look at the woman she was in front of, noticing how her long black hair was tied back in a braid, she was slender, and looked about 5'9.
Amélie shook Ashe's hand firmly. "Merci, ma belle. Echantée.." she said, gazing into Ashe's red eyes. She caught herself staring, and pulled back her hand swiftly. She noticed her hand was sweating quite a bit. A weird feeling of nervousness emerged whenever Ashe speaks, with that accent that would normally annoy Amélie, but she surprisingly didn't mind it.
What the hell? She's just a pretty face..
Ashe blushed slightly. She couldn't speak a lick of French, but she adored the name 'ma belle'. "So, what do you do around here?" she asked, as her gang members run out of the bank, clutching bags of money and gold. Amélie could hear some yelling from Ashe's goons from below the platform, but neither seemed to pay them any attention.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that just yet, cherie." she said with a wink, moving slightly closer to Ashe. There are more calls for Ashe ringing in the distance. "Now, if I'm not mistaken, I think someone needs you downstairs.." Amélie said smoothly, gesturing to the stairs leading down. Ashe nodded, her heart beating relatively quickly, not wanting to break eye contact with her. After a solid 5 seconds, Ashe turned to leave with a breathy chuckle, her body feeling some sort of warmth suddenly. Amélie looked her up and down, then pulled her back quickly, and took out a pen.
"Attends, cherie."
She took off the cap, and held it with her teeth. She wrote something on the collar of Ashe's white shirt.
"There..." said Amélie with a slight smirk. She let Ashe walk away and then she goes right back to her work.
Ashe walked down the stairs, positively flushing. "D-did y'all get the stuff?" she asked as she reaches the bottom, her breathing a bit heavy, and her voice is rather breathy. She didn't know what to make of the last conversation. She'd just met this woman.. and she felt like a high school girl with a crush. One of her goons, P.T, looks down at Ashe's shirt collar quickly before nodding. "Of course we did, boss. But, uhh, you got a little something on your shirt collar." remarked P.T with a confused expression. She knew Amélie had written something, but she didn't bother checking, she was too caught up in the tension of it all.
"Huh?" she said curiously. She looked down at her collar and sees some numbers. The digits were upside down from her point of view, but it was undeniably Amélie's phone number. Ashe smiled and blushed a bit, then looked at her gang members.
"Oh, that? What can I say, boys? I'm hot!" she exclaimed with a chuckle.