Wrestling the Kraken

Vivianne

Vivianne

Vivanne tried to find an excuse all morning to shake the agents. Apparently, trying to use her as bait was priority at the moment, which meant all eyes were on her. She paced the suite back and forth like a restless tiger.

The agent stood by the wall, solid like a statue. He had read the paper too and she could see from the coldness that seeped into him after breakfast that at least part of him believed it. Here she was about to confess who the actual killer was, when the story got flipped onto her. Now anything she tries to say now will only look like she's saving her own skin.

Stabbing Armand didn't help with that either, but why would she have herself abducted? These fools would believe anything! Vivanne scanned the room. There has to be...a- she locked onto her target.

Making her way to the dining table, she brushed her fingers along the surface. She glanced over her shoulder. The agent was still standing facing the other end of the room. Picking up the vase, the weight had been misleading, and she had to adjust her hold before it fell to the ground. The agent looked at her.

"The flowers need water." She said, making an effort to smile and walked to the sink in the kitchenette. He watched her refill the vase and set it back down.

She puckered her lips, placing her hands on her hips, resuming her pacing. The agent turned back around. Not wasting time, in a swift motion, she lifted the vase and rushed toward him. A knock came at the door. The agent turned around and looked at Vivianne holding the vase.

"Looks better over here." She said, again making an effort to smile. He watched her as she placed the vase down on the coffee table. The knock came again. The agent walked over to the door with his hand by his holster. He peered into the peep hole, then his vision faded to black. His body slumped to the ground against the door. The vase shattered into pieces around him. His shirt and hair, wet from the water. Seeing that he was unconscious, she stepped over him to look into the peep hole. Vivanne sighed. It was shift change. A third knock came.

"Ms. Cordova, open the door, or I'm coming in." The replacement said.

Vivanne pulled the limp body into the coat closet, stumbling as she did. She slipped on her heels, cracking the one on her left. Yanking both shoes off, she threw them into the closet with the body.

"3!" The agent hollered.

She just needed to buy some time. They all thought she was guilty anyway. She grabbed a scarf and tied it around the agent's mouth for when he woke up.

"2!"

She found some belts to use to bind his arms and legs, but...

"1!"

...It was too late.

The agent busted through, revolver aimed. He stared at Vivanne, standing by the door.

"Are you okay? Where's Tomilson? The agent demanded.

"Everything's fine." She smiled. "He's right over there." She pointed at the other end where the bedroom was.

The agent began to head that way. "Tomilson!" He yelled out.

His head was forced to the side, causing him to lose balance. He stumbled and crashed back onto the wall.

Vivanne swung the iron again, the cord whipping around. It came back and hit her on the cheek. Chest heaving, she watched the agent slump to the ground. She sensed a weight, pulling her arm down and remembered the iron in her hand, letting it drop to the ground.