Hints of Jasmine could be caught as she walked past, the erotic click of her heels against the old- fashion cobblestone floor; flanked by her most trusted bodyguards, the Red Queen entered the briefing room. “Who is this guy?” She asked, trying her hardest to suppress her Iberian parlance.
“Mistress, we have no word on who he is; but he’s been seen working with the Braveharts” One of the information techs reported. The Braveharts-Cardinal rivalry stood the test of time, with each group moving and countering to prevent the efforts of the other.
Though Ziccarra was in charge of the Cardinals; doing the field work was something she took pride in. There was a sort of art, in setting up a battlefield.
“I’ll deal with this Bravehart myself; until I know what I’m up against, I want you guys tracking his movements”. Performing a pin-point pirouette the Raven haired vixen headed back towards her villa.
Ziccarra’s villa could easily be described as a palace; she sat on a lawn chair on the balcony, which hosted the Mediterranean in the backdrop and her menagerie in the forefront.
Her bright yellow balcony room was filled with Spanish-inspired design elements from top to bottom. The ceiling features wooden vigas, which lay perpendicular to slender strips of wood called latillas. The carved corbels, were inspired from the early Spanish settlers, support the ceiling beams while adding to the element.
The colorful Talavera tiles on the wainscoting were purposely placed to draw the eye of the visitor. Saltillo tile, introduced to Mexico by Spaniards, Lined her floors allowing for warmth even in the wintry months. These elements, combined with the vibrant, old-fashioned sliding glass door made her balcony the perfect thinking spot.
“SALUDA!” her house maid called as Z came marching forcefully through the house; opening cupboard lined in diamonds; she removed the “Fox-eyed mask” Also known as Mascara de Cortez. Facing the mask ace deuce on her head; she turned her Mediterranean gaze towards, Y intercept’s legendary Black Rose Blade.
One of two blades the ancient Chinese dictator used to maintain discipline now held by the Cardinal Queen, Z a matron of venom and toxins had fused the ancient art with her own moden style.
Resting inside her gauntlets were her poison laced claws, on the inside of her tunic ninja stars, laced with black mamba venom.
Laughing Gas and her X-Intercept bullwhip on her hip; the Mirage Matron was fully prepared for a super-human assault.
“How will you get those through…customs?” Isabella asked, somewhat skeptical. “Mija, the same way I always do…” she said, walking right past the young maid.
14 Hours Later, New York, City
Z walked right off the airplane in full gear; the positioning of her mask cast an illusion of herself in civilian clothes. The moment she showed up in NYC, she expected Bravehart trackers to already have a price on her head.
“In a city full of hunter, least expect they be the hunted”