Moonlight

Jean-Michel Devereaux checked his wristwatch once again as he paced the length of the empty highrise parking garage. He motioned for his two bodyguards to stay in their positions on either side of the garage to keep watch for the pantheress who was coming to pick up her money. He had turned to pace in the opposite direction when the light tap of footsteps echoing against the concrete floors alerted him to the presence of another person. Raising his head to sniff the air, Jean-Michel knew immediately that it was her. A smirk appeared across his handsome face as his guards drew their weapons and walked toward him but he waved them away. "That won't be necessary, Yves, Laurent."

Roxane felt her insides twist with grimace when she saw that the drop agent was none other than Jean-Michel Devereaux. "It is good to see you again, Miss Yamagashi," he said to her with a charming smile that never failed to irritate the young woman.

"I would say the same but that would be a lie, Jean-Michel," she replied nonchalantly. "Do you have the money?"

"Always in such a hurry, Roxane. Can't you at least pretend to like me while we make the exchange?"

"Only if you were a corpse," she grinned.

Jean-Michel's eyes darkened with fury as he walked over to the trunk of his parked Jaguar to retrieve a silver briefcase with her pay inside. He too was a big cat, in fact a Were-tiger, who believed that he was more than a match for the young pantheress. If only he knew what she was actually capable of. Walking back to Roxane with the case in hand, he kept a firm grip on the case as she tried to take it. "Come away with me, chere. We go well together, you and I."

"Piss off, you pervert," she growled, yanking the briefcase away from him.

"Don't you tell me to piss off, you cur," he said with an inhuman growl as he took a step towards Roxane only to have her rear back and strike him hard in the face with the metal case. Dropping it as Jean-Michel's two bodyguards withdrew their guns, she took off in a run as she forced herself to shift into a dancing black mist as they fired at her, missing.

"Where did the bitch go?" Yves said to Laurent as they stopped firing.

"I don't know," said Laurent as he and Yves ventured into the shadows. "Whatever you do, stay close." The two men looked around, pointing their guns in the direction of the slightest sound, however, it would was hard enough to see any movement in the shadows even though they were Weres. Little did they know that one of Roxane's many talents was the genetically enhanced camoflague that the evil scientists at the lab where she had been kept decided to splice into her genes. Roxy waited until she was able to see the two men in perfect night vision before she decided to make her move. Running lightly across the rafter that crisscrossed the top of the garage, she stalked them quietly. Her vivid green-blue eyes glowed as she watched them move through the darkness, her vision picking up their heat signatures like candles in the dark.

Quietly leaping to the floor, the pantheress decided hide and seek was over and it was time to take care of business. When the two Weres came to a wall, Roxane unfurled her ten foot long whip that was equipped with razor sharp blades. The sound of metal clanging against the concrete floor drew their attention. Moments later, all hell was unleashed as she began to slash and cut the two men into ribbons with her weapon with the grace of a blade dancer.
The blood curdling screams of the Yves and Laurent echoed loudly off the walls moments before Roxane finished them off with a swift move that severed their heads from their bodies.

Jean-Michel grew worried when he heard the screams and ran back towards his parked vehicle only to be stopped by the sudden appearance of the pantheress. "Going somewhere?" she asked, walking towards him, cracking the bloodied whip.

He turned to only to have her appear in front of him instantly and the tongue of the whip reached out to wrap around his throat. She jerk him to her, the blades cutting into his skin and blook began to seep out. "Please, don't," he whimpered to her.

"Shut the hell up," she hissed as she pulled tighter on the whip, cutting off his air intake. Knocking him to the floor, Roxane kicked him over onto his stomach and placed her foot in the middle of his back and pulled with all her might on the leather whip. A sickening crack then crunch filled the air as she snapped his neck and the blades nearly decapitated him. After unwinding the whip from around Jean-Michel's bloodied neck, Roxane calmly wound it back up as she walked over to the silver case and picked it up. "Never fuck with me or my money," she spat at the corpse. "Because you will only end up dead and mutilated."