[color=darkcyan][h3] Deeandra~[/h3][/color]

    [i] “Well, come for a dinner and a night up in the Penthouse in the Hole. Who knows what stories we'll be making." [/i][@VKAllen]

     The golden gun gleamed it caught a ray of light before sliding back into its holster at the leopard’s thigh.  Purring, interrupted by a velvety voice,[color=darkcyan] “Be careful what you ask for Sach…it might be more than you can handle.” [/color]  Adjusting her gloves, shiny claws moved methodically in and out flaunting their piercing abilities, eager to sink into a target[color=darkcyan] “But what kind of lady says no to dinner?” [/color]  Eyes narrowed to dangerous slits resting on the figure momentarily before wandering to the storm brewing in the distance.  Dee let out a cocky smirk.  It was his “goons” who would be needing to watch their backs.    

     Eyes followed the men as they exited the car; she couldn’t help but to hear the voice of the raven [@Mega Birb], it’s pitch almost annoying enough to ruin her good mood.  Almost.  Glancing at the sand at her door she knew she would have to go out in it.  Rolling her eyes, she picked up a walkie, giving orders to Marcus as to the new situation of the drop.  The confidence of Sacha not double crossing her twice were certain.  Leaving it in his capable hands, the leopard opened the door to the car allowing more sand to enter.  Making her way towards the popped truck she slipped her arms underneath Marliena’s limp body, picking her up.  Shutting the door with her tail, Dee brought her driver to the passenger’s side, carefully placing her and strapping her in.  [color=darkcyan][i]You had me almost worried for a second...not enough to avoid punishment but...[/i][/color]

     Climbing into the driver’s seat, keys went into the ignition as the engine revved to life.  Pulling a u-turn, tires slid defiantly across the sand, adding to the amount in the atmosphere.  Within moments, the vehicle began its journey back to the Rock.  Between the sand in the floorboard and the cracks in the glass repairs would be necessary.  There would need to be a count on the inventory to mark what was lost.

     A devilish smile crossed her lips[color=darkcyan][i] Let’s not forget what else I need to plan.[/i][/color]  Her turn would be soon after all.  Much to do indeed.