All was silent except for the occasional crackle from the flames that slowly devoured the wood in the hearth. Alone in the room, the brunette sat quitely in an oversized chair, her eyes dangerously fixed on the fire that rose and fell then rose again. Shades of reds, oranges and blues, the flames seemed to rise a little higher each time while a steady smolder burned beneath. Symbolic she thought as she tucked her right leg beneath her left. Viper was fuming over that outrageous arrest at the end of Retribution, her night marred over a crime she hadn't committed. The assumption of guilt just because of who she was and because of a passing and brief aquaintence with a fleshbag named Stanley Green.
The brunette sighed, she had no quarrel with Stanley, it wasn't his fault. Yet, she couldn't help but feel that if there was anything she had learned from this experience, it was to heed her own intuition, her instincts to never succumb to the pathetic human emotion of kindness. Where did it get her? On the list of suspects being questioned for his murder. It was insane! She didn't do it and if anyone had been good to Stanley, it was her but did that matter? Was that taken into account, no, not in the chattle's eyes. They had a suspect who confessed to the crime but he had vanished and in the interim, she had been bumped up on the list and interrogated as if she had been guilty, She had been taken into custody publically, but they had shown wisdom and in turn, fortune had cast them a reprieve once they didn't insist on placing those handcuffs on her. An intervention by Mckain or Astin? Possibly because they knew what could have happened and they would have been right had those officers attempted to treat her like a criminal. She would have had no recourse than to rip their damn arms out of their sockets and club them to death with them!
Viper growled lowly as that memory played over in her mind, a part of her wishing they had tried, she would have shown them exactly who she was and exactly what she could do. Although, in retrospect, she had chosen the right course of action, to cooperate and endure the questioning. She had nothing to hide and with the arrest being public as it was, her attorney was already at the police station waiting for her when she arrived.
Had worse come to worse, she would have simply demanded a polygraph test, or she could have worked her charm and inclined that investigator to place the barrel of his own gun in his mouth and blow his brains out.
Leaning her head back against the cushion of the chair, Viper closed her eyes slowly and opened them again, her gaze settling on the shadows dancing on the ceiling. She had a feeling this wasn't over, not until Stanley's murderer was revealed and captured, and given their resources, it could be awhile. Once again she sighed, she did not have the time or the patience for this. Between her partner's ailment courtesy of Mr. Tall, blue and pyschotic, and her upcoming trip to Messina, Sicily for Straight To the Grave, she had her hands full. Maybe, just maybe she'd head over there a few days early and do a little retail therapy, that or, she mused wickedly, she'd indulge in an all-you-can-eat Italian buffet.
Maybe she'd go pay Damien a visit and suggest dinner, who knows? It might raise his mood from murderous to just homicidal.