Dancing Asp<br/>New York City<br/>The Streets/ Lita Keroln's apartment<br/>Evening<br/><br/>This was a strange country. To think that people let themselves go because of laws put into place by those who abused the laws. A snort of contempt left the petite females lips as she paced through the ally ways of the city. It was dirty, dank and fill of squalor and death. It was just like Ciaro, like Alexandria, like London. Though, thankfully it was warmer then London. London had been hard on the woman who had grown from the ages three to twenty two in Egypt. She missed the heat of the desert, just as the snake currently sleeping in their new apartment.<br/><br/>For all that the Dancing Asp scorned big corporations and names she had more then enough money to install herself into the city in style. Her apartment was something that could easily make the inside of any magazine in home decor, decorated with faultless taste and for much cheaper then anyone would imagine, many artifacts from Egypt had come here with her. Many weapons as well. Her fingers slipped down to caress at the daggers that rested in sheaths attached to her upper thighs, hidden slightly as the chiffon of her skirt swirled with the movements of her steps. The black of her outfit was stark against the warm tawny color of her skin, her pale eyes glittered in the night as the air rushed against her when she picked up speed. She was almost home.<br/><br/>Tonight had not gone overly well, this country was ridiculous, shielding the rich and pampered, giving them the rights to keep the commoners down. At least in her homeland they had not been surprised with rapid rises and falls. A corrupt ruler did not often last long in the desert, for it was harsh and so were its people, humans could not give you fear like a sand storm or lions crouching and snarling. Or asps, swaying and threatening, at that thought a smile quirked the full lips of the lithe young woman. Lita enjoyed it when her work brought down the corrupt, the high and mighty who needed to be toppled.<br/><br/>Apparently costumed heros were resurfacing here. She found it quaint, they wanted to fight for justice against the thugs, the physical threats to the peace. Yet they were only aiding the higher powers, the powers that had so corrupted America. When there was a problem Lita was the type of girl to go straight to the root of it, the businesses that ran, influenced and basically controlled the current day.<br/><br/>She vaulted herself up and into the air to catch the lowest rail of the fire escape attached to her building, she swung herself like any gymnast would, and got onto the first rung. It didn't take long for the agile woman to get herself up and to the roof. She had paid for the pent house here for a reason. It took under two minutes for her to work through the security codes and devices, and then she was in and home. She dropped like a cat down to the floor on on all fours before standing. It was dark but she didn't need much light, she knew this apartment inside and out by now, she had made sure of it and sure that she had unlikely weapons stashed in several places that she could grab at a moments notice. She was an outsider to this world here and she doubted anyone would come to kill her but if they did, well they wouldn't find it easy.<br/><br/>Cleopatra wouldn't like that either she thought with a smile as she went to the climbing tree she had had installed for her pet snake. The coiling serpent was her only friend here so far. "Hello Cleo..." she murmured softly in a sweet husky voice that seemed too big for a slender slip of a thing like her. More voice then woman it appeared, yet her forget me not eyes were bright as she watched the asp move slowly, turning to glance out the window that gave her a view of the glittering lights of the city. "We will fight poison with poison..." she whispered to herself. And she would do it alone.