We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

For a moment, a split moment when the boat went completely airborne she was entirely sure she had broken something vital on that yacht. Boats were meant to be in the water not flying through the air. Maybe the engine would suddenly just give in, it made an awful sound as it soared. As though it choked on air! But the boat quickly landed mid wave, and everything was perfectly fine once more. It barely slowed its barreling momentum. Once she realized this ridiculously expensive boat wasn't going to suddenly malfunction on her account, she relaxed, those tense shoulders seemed to fall back into place. Her hands still gripped at the wheel as though if she let go the boat would suddenly, viciously spin out of control. At least now that she knew nothing bad was going to happen she would eagerly accept the next one.

The golden eyed woman shifted her attention back to Tetradore, his face was formed in that focused frowny way that said he was thinking. She could hardly help herself from simply asking him. Of course, she wasn't expecting the most honest of answers, in fact she anticipated it being more secretive words she could make nothing of. Tetradore was a master of his half-truths and veiled comments. He was a mystery most of the time and it was intriguing and as well as infuriating even if she found herself amused by it. Yet there were moments, moments where she could catch a quick, tangible glimpse inside. She wanted to see more but she wasn't going to pry it from him. It was like pulling teeth trying to figure out his first name. He was very much the cat. He would come to you on his own terms. You cannot make a feline do anything it didn't want to do and trying to push the matter only made it entirely futile.

He almost seemed entirely surprised of the question as though she tossed him a hand grenade. Of course, there was no such a trap laying in wait. She blinked, patiently and also fully considering that she might have broken him. But then in true Tetradore fashion, he spun that question into gold. It was her turn to be completely off guard. Mira could flat out handle an assault, a hunter shooting silver bullets, she could look the most terrifying bad guys in the eye and calculate her way out of countless messes. Yet a compliment, she was hardly prepared for. She fumbled with the right words to say. Uh. Now, who looked rattled? That proverbial hand grenade thrown right back at her and she fumbled it. It was just a compliment for crying out loud! She was about to say something, her mouth opened and shut the moment something caught Tetradore's eye and spoke. The whole purpose of this mission was that very boat, but it was also the rain cloud of this particular parade. No more zipping around on this sexy boat with compliments to tease her ego. Most compliments simply bounced off her, happy to ignore them. But this one.. seemed to bounce around in her head like a ping pong ball without a modicum of control.

Mira slowed the boat with a slight reluctance, her mind now shifted toward that mission that lay ahead of them. There was a time for play and well business. But then again, this was just the kind of play she enjoyed. It was risky, but she was happy to walk on that ledge without the strings of fear holding her back. But her head had to be in the game as there were unspoken stakes on that table. Tetradore took control of that boat, quickly working with expert prowess. You could see his movements were as fluid as his inner cat, his face entirely honed and focus. Any trace of a smile had been chased away, he was determined and so was she. With a plan in mind and the duffel bag on her arm they were good to go. She was content to play that lethal arm candy if only to serve that simple purpose of obtaining that payment. Or even payback. "I can be terribly convincing." She replied. Mischief settled upon her face as she put her own mask on.

After a moment of pondering, a spontaneous plan sprouted with in the intricate chambers of her mind. He offered her hand so that they could teleport to the other boat, but Mira had other things on her mind. She wasn't entirely sure what possessed her in that moment, if it were mere curiosity or that very compliment that pushed her off that ledge of harmless flirtation. But there was spark, the she-wolf found herself inquisitive of. She moved with poised predatory grace, stalking toward him, her golden eyes fixed and yet entirely unreadable. For all he knew it was her own guise she wore. Before the calm became the storm.

Her blazing golden eyes briefly search to his, looking for any hesitation. He seemed frozen as she gently but assuredly presses her lips against his own. His soft lips parted as he met her into that fleeting kiss and then it was over, far too soon. A tease. Her fingers reaching for his outstretched hand so he could teleport them onto that ship. As she pulled away she murmured those Spanish word falling, a delicate whisper from her lips that once dared touched his own. Her eyes peer at his face, that perfect mask of stone.

Without skipping a beat besides her heart dancing within her chest, her body heat rising as the lava so moved quicker through her veins. She spoke those words to encourage they took care of business and pay his friends a visit. She was content to let his thoughts linger on that. The tousled wind swept haired woman hadn't expected her own thoughts lingering on that moment. Wordlessly, she felt those dreadful shadows whisk them away. She wasn't sure if she would ever get used to that sensation, of that feeling of her body getting pulled every which way, the vertigo settled in. What way was up anymore? Her stomach churned.

She found herself clinging to his hand tighter, afraid what would happen should she let go in those rapid moments. Would she be lost to the shadows, caught in some in between place, lost for eternity? For a moment there was blackness, and then in an instant there was light. She used him for support, blinking back that vertigo, gasping for air as if she forgot to breathe. Woah. He was unphased as usual. "Much better than ending up in water.." She considered, pressing against his firm, chest, it was like he was carved from granite.

Mira straightened to make damn well sure she could stand on her own before he led the way. Her golden eyes scour the ship as they walked, making note of every crevice, every corridor. Anything she could to make her own mental map. The boat was... to say the least expensive, the décor was all custom handiwork. The stained mahogany flooring looked like they haven't seen a scuff in its short lifetime. Her mind drifted to that place it went to when she hunted, the thrum of excitement began to sing its internal melody. The huntress peered out of those golden eyes and yet she feels perfectly calm as they delved further into that ship.

As anticipated the duo had caught them entirely off guard. Time to crash that party.

There was drugs sprawled out on the countertops, scantily clad women sitting on the laps of the men that sat at the table. Mira watched with indifference. She could feel the unease in the room, the tension could be sliced with a carving knife. Worry hardly finds her in these terse moments, in truth she felt the prickle of enjoyment swell within her, amusement flashing in her eyes. Especially as Tetradore mentioned his grand reveal. She fought a grin that dared to bloom upon her lips, enjoying watching them scramble like anxious chickens. All she could think was that they were total morons for not doing a count in advance. Any one good at business would have done that at the very least, they were quite obviously terrible business people and even worse thugs. Anyone with half a brain would have pat them down, searching for weapons and demanding to see what was in those bags. They were probably to high off their ass and distracted by their whores and good time.

One of those women looked at Mira with wide eyes. She let the wolf within her peer out, letting a small smile as though baring her ivory teeth in that predatory way. It must have gotten to point across as she instantly looked away from Mira, pretending she was busy. One of those thugs that lingered close to Ethan, protectively was fixated on her.. That was when she actually took in the rest of their faces. Familiarity hit her like a ton of bricks. "Shit.." She whispered out a hiss. Shit shit fuckity shit.. This was bad. She knew those faces. How could she not smell them.. how could she realize that some of those men bustling about were ones that she knew? Recognition must have found him too as he merely looked at her with that dark gaze. Smiling that knowing twisted, smug grin. He waved at her and it made her skin crawl like fire ants marched upon the surface of her flesh, the lava beneath her skin unsettled.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS