09-11-2013, 05:30 AM
Vixen watched her beloved weapons being wrapped up, but she took comfort in the fact that they were being treated with care. She looked sharply at the man in front of her, and nodded. "I figured it would be something like that. But be assured that I have no intentions of being killed tonight, or any time soon." She said. She then allowed herself to be cuffed and placed into the car. She realized that most of it was for show, just in case there were spies around. She was relatively sure that she hadn't been followed, but one could never be too careful. Vixen decided to stay quiet. Adding any more dialect to the act would just make it seem planned. Silence, in this case, was the best way to go about things.
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