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Diplomatic Immunity Aug 13, 2015 23:51:55 GMT Roy Harper - Red Arrow likes this

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Post by Diana Prince on Aug 13, 2015 23:51:55 GMT

The limousine ground to a halt right outside the Corinthia Hotel. The driver stepped out of the front and made his way quickly around the car. As he reached the rear passenger door, he extended his umbrella to protect from the heavy snow. The door opened with a click and the paparazzi swarmed forwards, the flashes of their cameras heralding their eager arrival. Diana Prince climbed out of the car and stood under the umbrella, holding her white clutch under her arm. Being considerably taller than the driver, she took the umbrella from his surprised grip and strode down the red carpet towards the Hotel. The snow was not unusual weather for Budapest but was unusual for Diana. She would have been much more at home in a tropical jungle or in the heat of Greece.
Diana's soft cream dress flowed in her wake as she entered the Hotel, passing the umbrella back to the driver. Diana walked through the busy lobby and into the main dining room where most were gathered. There were politicians, celebrities, Olympians and even royalty gathered together to celebrate one man in particular. There was a loud chiming sound as several items of cutlery where tapped against glasses. The guest of honour climbed onto a small stage and tapped the microphone to check it was working.
Maxwell Lord smiled upon the room and held his hands for silence. The sounds of laughter, music and conversation died away.

"Thank you all for being here tonight. This really means the world to me and my organisation. We simply wouldn't be here today without all of your continued support and generous donations. Thank you for your time, company and indeed money! So far tonight we have raised... $4,000,678!"

There was some applause and someone at the back of the room even whistled. Diana regretted attending already. She wished she had stayed in America and continued to make herself known. However, protocol demanded her presence and what mother wanted, mother would get. Diana picked up a flute of champagne from a waiter's tray and took a sip. Almost gagging from the taste, Diana desperately searched for a place to stash the foul liquid. She eventually poured it into a large plant pot and returned the empty glass to the waiter, meandering around the room.

Diana knew that she should wander around and speak to as many as possible. Keeping to the edge of the action, Diana swayed to the music and observed all the dancing couples.

"Diana? Miss Diana Prince?"

Diana turned at the mention of her name. An adult human male was walking towards her, waving his hand. It was Richard Thyme, Vice President of America. She hadn't seen him since a dinner in Prague four years ago. He'd been slimy then and looked even worse know. He gave Diana a wink as he sauntered over to her.

"And how is my beautiful Princess? I mean Prince."

Richard made a noise Diana assumed was a laugh as it so closely resembled that of a Pig, she could not tell for certain.

"I must ask again, have you given any more thought to the LA trip I'm currently organising? It really would be..."

"I shall contact you once I know my plan for the next few weeks."

Diana gave a fake smile and tried to walk away. Richard took hold of her wrist and felt her bracelet under her sleeve. Before Diana could whip her hand away or punch the Vice President through the wall; there was a gunshot. Before Diana could react, it had passed through Richard Thyme's forehead and a large blood stain had splattered across the wall behind him. A moment of quiet calm passed as Richard Thyme's body hit the ground then chaos There were screams in every possible direction. Diana wiped the blood from her face and saw her cream dress had blood splattered all down the front. Diana flipped her feet and threw her high heels away. Three gunmen entered from the side entrance. One held a simple handgun whilst the other two had military grade AK-47s. Diana took hold of a chair and marched towards the gunmen, dragging the chair on the floor behind her as she walked.

"DUR! DUR!"

The gunmen wanted her to stop. They violently gestured at her to stop moving with their weapons. They would regret assaulting this event. The man with the handgun was aiming at Maxwell whilst the others aimed into the crowd of guests. Diana reached the two men with the assault rifles.

"Where do you hail from?"

"He's from New York. I'm from Yemen whilst our comrade on the stage is from here in Hungary. You're gonna 'hail' from a hole in the ground if you don't shut that hole in your face and kneel. EVERYONE KNEEL!"

There was some hesitant mumbling until the rifles were fired into the ceiling a few times. There was silence as the partygoers knelt. The gunmen took their attention off Diana for a second as she moved. The chair smashed over the head of the first. She caught the rifle as he dropped it and fired into the other gunman's kneecaps five times. The man with the handgun screamed at Diana to stop. As she turned to face the final thug, she span past a table laden with food. She gripped hold of a carving knife as she span and with all her might; threw the knife at the last gunman. It landed in his throat and he collapsed with blood in his mouth. Diana could see more gunmen approaching. The party-goers started to flee towards the main entrance. Diana walked against the tide of people with her fists clenched. It had been too long since she had been in a fight.

Diana launched herself off the ground and her flight propelled her into the fray. One thug swiped a small blade towards her throat. Instead of gutting her, she caught it with the palm of her hand, gripped it hard and squeezed the metal out of shape. Another man with a sword attacked from behind. Diana turned, grabbed him by the throat and hurled him into the chandelier. Both fell to the ground yet the chandelier had a much softer landing be that it fell onto the assassin. Cracking her knuckles, Diana marched forwards.

"And who is next?"

Last Edit: Aug 14, 2015 18:08:40 GMT by Diana Prince

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Diplomatic Immunity Aug 14, 2015 18:08:19 GMT

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Post by Diana Prince on Aug 14, 2015 18:08:19 GMT

Diana was given her answer when a squadron of 15 more men entered the room from the main entrance, each armed with an assault rifle. This was getting out of hand. The Vice President's secret service were scrambling for cover, all shouting orders to each other. There were civilians fleeing in all directions whilst others hid in various places such as under the tables. Diana saw Maxwell Lord dive under the table closest to the stage. Without warning, the 15 armed men open fired and a wave of bullets spat across the room. They were shooting in all directions meaning that they had no other actual targets to take out. They seemed to only want to cause chaos and confusion. Diana knew she was foolish for not wearing any armour or her bracelets. She had been an idiot to assume such an event would be safe. She made a mental note to never make the same mistake again. Lifting the closest table by it's legs, Diana held it in front of her like a shield, covering her entire body. As she marched forwards, the men concentrated their fire on the table. It was made of a strong wood but it was still just wood and was being reduced to splinters. Diana hurled what was left of it and took down two men. Pushing off with her left leg, Diana soared forwards and punched a man in the face. His jaw seemed to implode and he was sent hurtling back out the way they had come in. Diana rolled across the floor and met the next man. Grabbing him by his ankle, Diana threw him backwards. He screamed as he hit the ceiling then crashed down onto the stage. The men started shooting at her again. Diana grabbed the closest and held him before her. He took six bullets to the chest before he stopped squirming. The men stopped firing briefly. The secret service men then open fired, taking down three more of the intruders. The men returned fire. It was then that Diana noticed the two grenades on the man's belt. Ripping off the belt, Diana slammed the man into the floor. She then took out one of the grenade pins and threw it into the group. The explosion was larger than she had anticipated and was much brighter. The force ripped threw the room and took Diana off her feet. She sprawled onto the floor and slid across it until she hit a wall.

Getting back to her feet, Diana shrugged off the soreness from the blast. There were only two attackers remaining. The rest were dotted around the room, their body parts in various locations. Diana placed the other grenade at her feet, deciding that another wouldn't be needed. One of the attackers fled the room whilst the other grabbed a little girl, hauling her out from under a table. Diana's jaw tightened as the man took out a pistol and held it to the girl's temple. The man started backing out of the room, dragging the struggling girl with him. Diana stood still as he left. It was when the remains of the door closed behind him that the members of the secret service aimed their guns at her. Ignoring them, Diana picked up the grenade. She had changed her mind. She strode to the nearest window and saw a car pull up. The two attackers entered it with their hostage. Diana took hold of the windows latch and pulled. The latch and the majority of the glass window shattered and fell around her. The car started and screeched down the road. Diana moved forwards.

In the car, the driver kept looking back to his two allies in the back. He was asking where the others were but they only replied that a mad person had attacked them. The little girl sat between the two men; too scared to cry. The car tore though Budapest and turned onto a bridge crossing the River Danube. As it hurtled forwards, the driver saw a figure walking towards them on the road. It was a woman. She held up her hand with her palm facing them, as if telling them to stop. The driver pushed further on the accelerator. She would get out the way or die. He glanced a look at the speedometer. The car was getting close to 50 mph and was still gaining speed. Looking back up, he saw the woman was gone. He smiled to himself. The car then left the road and began to fly. The three men all screamed in terror as the wheels kept turning, eager to escape, yet the car rose higher and higher into the air. The left rear passenger then started tearing and ripped off from it's hinges; falling to the ground below. A hand reached in, grabbed one of the men by his throat and pulled him out. The others watched him fall. He screamed until he hit the bridge. The hand came back in again. The driver and the other man shrieked and edged away. The hand was open and held to the little girl. She took it and the hand pulled her out of the car. Diana held the girl close to her and her other hand let go of the car's roof. It fell through the air for a few graceful seconds before slamming into the side of the bridge. Finally, it slammed into the water and started to sink. Neither of the two men moved out of the vehicle. Diana slowly drifted down until she was simply hovering over the ground. Putting down the girl, Diana wiped away the child's tears with her thumb.

"You need not tremble. You're enemies are vanquished. Return to your mother."

Taking to the sky once more, Diana flew over the City of Budapest. It seemed that the time for anonymity had passed. She didn't think she'd be returning to Budapest for some time. Feeling guilty that she hadn't saved the Vice-President, Diana felt that America should be her next destination in an attempt to seek solace and redemption.