Short and Sweat. (Solo)

The office was roomy, stretching about 30 feet, by 25. Walnut stained pannels covered the walls, and supported shoulder height shelves and a large portion of the floor had been covered in a burgundy and green carpet. The curtains on the windows had been drawn all day. Several large books lined the shelves and were stacked so neatly that they were like little soldiers standing at attention in front of a large wooden desk. One wouldn't expect to see an office like this in someone's home, but here it was.

Beniamim Baboescu, Romanian politician, supporter of the registration act, rich, talk happy show off, with a big house, family that currently weren't home, and what ever else that had to do with him that Sara could care less about, currently was stuck in the corner of a room, with no place to hide, and no way of getting himself away from the corner. Exactly 17 seconds before this very moment, a furry paw like hand had punched through the wall, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his entire arm through. Exactly 15 seconds before this very moment, Mr. Baboescu Heard a click as a metal bracelet was attached to his wrist and exactly 14 seconds before now, His fingers felt the short chain that was attached to the cuff that had been snapped around his wrist. He'd tried to yank his hand back through the hole only to feel a sharp pain around his wrist. Hand cuffs. Someone had handcuffed him to something in his own house.

Curses started flying out of Mr. Baboescu's mouth as he yanked on his own wrist. The call button for the guards was out of his reach, however he wasn't with out his defenses. A gun was strapped to his ankle. His right hand was currently hand cuffed, but his left hand was free. The left hand would be awkward to manipulate a gun with but what else was he supposed to do? He wasn't screwed yet! "GUARDS!"

"At the moment, your staff can't hear you." Sara's voice drifted from the hall way, just before she appeared in the door way to Beniamim Baboescu"s office. He seemed to take the sight of a woman who was half cat well. Mutants were one thing. Mutants with physical mutations as obvious as Sara's were another. Mr. Baboescu only hesitated, and stared at her, for a heart beat.

He leveled the gun at Sara's head but before he pulled the trigger, Sara was already on her way across the room. The shot echoed in the office, and Sara wasn't sure if it was heard outside as well. That was fine. She expected to only have a short visit. Despite the fact that she'd dressed to impress, with a dark navy blue pants suit and collared cream shirt. Mr. Baboescu tried firing off a second round but by that time, Sara was practically on top of him. Her right hand shot up grabbing his wrist and she shoved his arm against the wall.

"Your guards were investigating movement on the other side of your property. I knew I'd only have two minutes to talk anyways and that's all I'm doing is talking Mr. Baboescu."

"Mutant Scum. S*** Blood."

The man tried to jerk his gun arm away from the wall but Sara's hand was firm and wouldn't budge. Instead she leaned in closer to the Romanian politician, and lifted his chin with her other hand, witch his head pulled back away from till she grabbed his lower jaw and pinched with her paw like digits. "You don't have to like me and you don't have to like my kind but you should understand this. I'm not even a strong mutant and I hold the upper hand here. If you support the Registration act, you bring an army of my kind to you and you know that there are groups of mutants already gathering." Sara's hand that pinned his gun hand to the wall slid up to his gun and twisted it out of his grip then dismantled it dropping the pieces at his feet.

Ok. Now, had Sara been any other mutant Beniamim Baboescu would have been screwed. His mouth ran dry as Sara let go of his face so she could pull an envelope out of her pocket. She opened the flap to flash the ends of the cash at him before leaving it on his desk. "It's more profitable to be on our good side, Mr. Baboescu. There is more than enough cash here to fix your walls, and if you were to cooperate, then there will not only be more cash, but more protection for your self, and your family. Think about it Beni. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what I'm telling you to do, all you have to do is do it, and services will be provided."

Sara checked the clock on the wall. She was running early but this was a good thing. "Have a nice night, and sweat dreams, Mr. Baboescu." Sara said. Grinning to flash her pointed feline teeth before she turned and headed for the door. The hand cuff keys were dropped on the rug, and the tip of her flicking tail disappeared exactly 9 seconds before the first of, politician, Beniamim Baboescu's first guards appeared.