Hide and Seek by Luna

The Faberge

Standard disclaimer applies. I own nothing of Inuyasha.

Written for the WANTED! Challenge on LJ!

Hide and Seek

1: The Faberge

By: Luna

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He waited in the dark, a dozen mini computer screens set up in front of him, all showing different infrared camera angles. He would catch her this time. He had to catch her this time. Over six months of attempting to track her, to find even the smallest of clues, and he had come up with nothing.

The woman was a fucking ghost. She slipped in, she stole, and then she slipped out with hardly a whisper.

He was only at the Ito’s residence because of a hunch, one he couldn’t risk not listening to. She went after the muck of society; the wolves that prowled among the sheep dressed in Armani suits and Italian shoes. Naraku Ito currently came to possess a Faberge egg, and Sesshoumaru knew that the woman would to collect it; it was too rare a piece for her to resist.

It was a beautiful piece, multi-faceted and perfect. It was a piece of history that had no right sitting in Naraku’s library, but since his job was to merely catch the thief and not preach to a rat about principles, he approached Ito about a possible breach and asked if he could set up surveillance.

He was granted a day, so Sesshoumaru chose the night Ito was having a party, where the security might be tight on the outside, but lax in the inside. Sesshoumaru knew Ito was just humoring him, thinking himself untouchable from a thief. But this woman was good. Sesshoumaru considered himself to be the best at what he did, and yet she still remained elusive.

Even betting that she was a female was a hunch. She had slipped a Harry Winston diamond wreath necklace straight from a woman’s neck with the victim being none the wiser two months ago. It had been at a lesbian dinner convention. The victim claimed that between the time the conference started the necklace disappeared, she had not been approached by any males, nor did she remember seeing one. When he mentioned the possibility of a man posing as a woman, she had given him a long, droll stare before telling him it was her business to know the difference. He had believed her.

All the servers had been women, and all the entertainment had been done by women. The only men were security guards, all stationed outside the building and in the front hall. None of the cameras sported suspicious activity, and the victim had been in a blind spot when the necklace was taken.

What kind of woman was she that she was able to steal a two million dollar necklace in front of a thousand different witnesses - and not get caught? What kind of a woman would know exactly where the blind spots were for every camera stationed?

A genius. A fucking genius. He was gong to wring her skinny neck when he caught her for causing all this frustration.

He had to take her down carefully, he knew. For all he knew she would be armed; he was positive she would be dangerous. If she didn’t have any weapons, he was positive he could take her. She had to be small to get in some of the places she’s managed to squeeze into, and he doubted a woman that small could do him any damage. He would not, however, go against the woman if she held a gun. Small or not, a gun could kill, and he had no plans to die any time soon because he miscalculated.

A flicker appeared on the screen, directly above where the egg was arrogantly put on display. Squinting down at the display, he cursed, dark and long.

The egg was gone.

Prompt: Armed and Dangerous, WANTED! Challenge April 7th 2011