“So he doesn’t want the girl to find out he forged the will” Zara smirked. She was standing in the alley, watching as Silus vomited ferociously into the gutter.
“Is that Warren’s fucking testicle?” he asked.
“Yeah” Zara said. She flicked it off the end of the knife. “Little shit deserved it”. She turned to the lawyer. “Find out what he wants done about the girl… Molly he said her name was. If he wants her dead, we’ll need to discuss a new price. Come find me when you know, we’ll be at the inn. I’ll find out what Miss Hiddlestone knows, and then Warren can decide what he wants done to her”. She smiled at him. “No more games Si. You don’t want to end up like Warren” she said, grinning at the horrified look that graced his face as a cat grabbed Warren’s testicle and swallowed it whole.
Zara fled into the night, leaving Silus to ponder her words. She made her way through the darkened streets of London, before finding her way to the Inn. After glancing quickly around the room, she spotted Ezra in one corner, sitting opposite Lydia Hiddlestone, laughing. The duo both had glasses of wine in front of them. Lydia leaned back in her chair, her chest heaving with laughter at Ezra’s words. Zara’s brother simply smiled and took a sip from his glass.
She flitted around the inn, before landing in the seat next to her brother. Lydia jumped and let out a gasp, Ezra merely nodded his head in greeting. “This is Miss Hiddlestone” Ezra said.
“Pleasure to meet you” Zara said, glancing at Lydia before turning back to Ezra. “She’s not the real problem”.
“Problem?” Lydia asked.
Ezra turned to Zara. “What do you mean?”
“Do you know about the will?” Zara asked.
“The one Bartholomew left for Warren?” Lydia asked.
“See” Zara said, turning back to Ezra, “She doesn’t know anything”. She turned back to Lydia. “Warren forged it. The good doctor really left it all to someone called Molly”.
“Molly?” Lydia’s eyes widened.
“What can you tell us about her?”
“S-she… the doctor kind of adopted her I guess… saved her in a way… she was dead… or very near it at the least. He helped her… gave her new parts… rebuilt her”. Lydia smiled. “She has firey red hair… and when she’s nearby, you can hear a faint ticking noise”. She looked up at them through slightly damp eyes. “From the new parts he gave her. She’s very beautiful”.
“A ticking?” Zara asked.
“Yeah” Lydia said, “Kind of like a clock”.
“Fuck” Zara said.
“What?” Ezra asked.
“I think I saw that girl the other day. She ran past me on the street”.
“At least you have an idea what she looks like”.
“Does she know about the will?” Ezra asked.
“I don’t know” Zara said. “Si is finding out what Warren wants us to do about the girl”.
“What do you mean what he wants you to do?” Lydia asked.
“We’re assassins” Zara said, “and mercenaries for hire”.
Lydia’s eyes widened. She made to get up but Ezra blocked her path. “Sorry, but we can’t have you warning her”. Ezra’s hand flew forward, stabbing at her throat. Blood spurted from the base of her throat as Ezra withdrew the blade and it slid back up his sleeve.
“Why the hell did you do that?” Zara asked.
“You told her too much. Could not risk her going to this Molly girl. Come on, let’s go”. He stood. Zara stared at Lydia’s body.
“She could have led us to the girl” she muttered. She glanced at Ezra as he made his way across the inn toward the stairs. “And since when do we kill innocent women?” she asked herself. She shook her head and stood, and then followed her brother.
Halfway across the room, she stopped. “Fuck this” she said. Zara turned and left through the front door of the inn. A light drizzle had begun to fall. Pulling her hood up, Zara drifted off into the night, wandering through the streets, no destination in mind.
She came to an open boulevard that happened to be empty of all life. With a few quick jumps, she scaled the stone statue that stood in the centre and rested in its arms. Zara cast her eyes to the sky and stared at the stars, before drawing out her dagger and gazing at where the moonlight glittered on it.
The sound of raised voices came from the opposite side of the boulevard. She looked down and saw a familiar face run into the open. The whore she had twice saved was running from yet another client; this one carrying a gun in one hand, a knife in the other.
“Get the fuck back here, bitch” he screamed. He was a grizzled man, somewhere in his late fifties. His pants were open, his manhood hanging free as he pursued her. As the woman passed beneath Zara, she dropped from her perch and landed between the predator and his prey.
“What do you think you are doing?” she asked, as the man came to a stop in front of her.
“Stay the fuck out of this. Ain’t nothing for no woman to be getting involved in”.
Zara turned and looked at the whore. She was shaking. “She’s a woman” Zara said. “And it very much appears to have something to do with her”.
“Shut your bitch mouth” he growled. “Let me finish what I started”.
“That won’t be happening”.
“Listen here” he said, turning his full attention to Zara. “I paid that whore for a service. Unless you want to fulfil her duty for her, get out of my way so I can fuck her”.
“And then kill her?” Zara asked, looking at his weapons.
“What’s it to you?”
“Everything”. Zara’s hand darted forward and sent his knife spinning from his hand. She brought her blade around in one fluid motion and sliced into his gun-wielding wrist. The man dropped the weapon. He fell to his knees, trying to stem the flow from the wound as he swore and grunted with pain. Zara bent down and picked up the gun. She held it out to the other woman.
“Would you like to do the honours?” she asked.
She took the gun from Zara and held it in a shaking hand. She pointed it at her attacker. She pulled the trigger. His crotch exploded. Zara smirked as the man screamed and keeled over. “Nice shot” she said. Zara knelt down next to him and smiled before sifting through his pockets and removing what money and trinkets she could find. She handed them to the woman. “These are yours now”. She smiled. “Don’t worry, they won’t trace anything to you”.
“T-thanks” the woman said. “Again…”
“My pleasure” Zara said.
“You’ve saved me three times and I don’t even know your name” she said.
Zara extended her hand. “It’s Zara” she said.
The woman shook it. “I’m Lana” she said.
“That’s a very pretty name Lana”. Zara held onto the other woman’s hand, pulled her close and kissed her. “Come on” she said. “Let’s go somewhere safe. I’ll look after you tonight”. They set off together, hand in hand, leaving the corpse behind in a pool of blood.