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Django had seen them finally and as he was going to make it to get the suspect he had seen her pull off an incredible maneuver to get across the electric fence. If he wanted to get her he would need to do the same thing but alas that was impossible since he had no means now to get that kind of altitude. Django had now on his mind this Scarlett person because of how skilled they were and now thought that they had to be an agent or spy of some sort. She was an exceptional human being and if it were not for the circumstances at play, Django would admit that he had a little thing for her. Django reported all of this and now had a couple of other eyes on the case to help him find out what they wanted with the jewelry and where did they come from. Finally it was the end of the day and he walked his way all the way back to his apartment where he passed out after all the work he had done. ((I think that would be good. We can have it be a dinner for the person that she wants to rob from))
((mk))Brittney dressed the next afternoon into: navy blue strapless cropped shirt; black very-ripped jeans; white tennis shoes; and a grey cardigan. She put her coily black hair in 2 french braids, and put several chains and silver dangly earrings on. She walked out and headed to the dinner. The Calymon family was rich, and had a thin knife she needed for SMC. The knife, called Secalypta, was needed for fingerprints. She was coming as a businesswomen, who’d she dealt with, named Leah Rydel. She walked in, and went to the couch. She had to play the part, and she was good at it.
Although Django hated going to these events, he was forced into going by the police chief because people would always love rubbing shoulders with a star detective. He was dressed up in formal police uniform and had his hair neatly put into a nice knot behind his head. He at least didn’t have to put much effort into his appearance thanks to his obligation to wearing the police formal wear to these events. Django walked around the house making his rounds, saying hi to all the guest and answering their questions. He finally gets to a couch and sees that it was a familiar face. He sits down and says, “Well out of all the people here I didn’t expect to see you here.” He looks down to her face and smiles
Britt saw Django. “Well, hello. Nice to see you again. I’m here on… business. Just don’t mess with me, and no one will get hurt, okay?” she said. She tugged on her braids, and a few pieces of coily hair sprung out. “You have to understand that. This is business. You leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone.” she said, her gorgeous green eyes staring into his. They were round and green, and as a grey circle around it, and gold circle on the inside. “Got it?”
Django let’s out a small laugh at what she had said and knew that she would say something along the lines of that but he did not expect her to just be so blunt like this. He adjusts himself and looks back into her eyes, their eyes were almost the same really if it weren’t for her having more green and some nice gold specs in them. “Well you can say that you want to do your job and not have me get in your business at all but the problem with that is that it is my business to try and stop you.” He says back to her prepared if she was going to do anything this time. “But for now let’s just have a little chat. Like we’re not going to fight each other now.”
Britt chewed her cheek. “Whatever. What do you wanna talk about? 500 ways to kill me?”
Britt saw the electrical fences, but knew Django was close. She accelerated, pulled out a inflatable and pressed the button. She threw it and it inflated, and she jumped on it and flipped over the fence. She pulled out a tiny knife and threw it at the inflatable, making sure it deflated so Django couldn’t follow her. Britt grinned and ran back to her apartment/ alcove underground. She did the passcodes and scans, and got in. She grinned at Tyler and Talia, blowing the hair out of her face. “Heyyy. We got it!!” She started to work on the fingerprints and materials in the ring, gathering information. She sent the info to SMC. She high-fives the twins. “Done!” she said. “Finally, they’ll know how to get into the top presidential office.” she said. She waved bye as they left to go to their separate apartment, then shut the door behind them. She had barely broken a sweat. She pulled her coily black hair out of its high ponytail and fixed it to where it was laying down like usual on her head.
((how do you think they should meet up again? should it be some sort of dinner thing that she goes to, but Django sees her there and sits with her and starts questioning her? just throwing out ideas))