"Did you actually think," A knife held up to his throat and all she could was smile
"Did you actually think," A knife held up to his throat and all she could was smile. Kristina, Kris she preferred was known for attitude and brutality which she took pride in. "You wouldn't suffer for your actions?" The knife at an angle where if he moved he would slice his own throat, pity isn't it?
"I have done thing wrong, what are you talking about?" High class fancy man, in a suit and everything on a Friday night, what a life he must have. A large home, married judging by his ring and the smell of booze streaking his breath. What a dream life, getting drunk with your buddies, coming home to the wife who probably married him for his money. How pathetic.
"I cannot stand your kind," She slit his throat right there. "Maybe I really should invest in a gun," She shrugged looking at her leather gloves wrapped around the knife, it saved her from prints and her hair tied up into a single crow black bun underneath a strong hat to give her a man appeal. Good bait to say the least. She left him there despising her shoes, men's shoes obviously, a little bigger than her feet but it satisfied her and kept the law off of her.
"One day," She told herself looking at the dead body, "One day." She tapped her hat down to cover her face and placed her hands in her pockets. While walking however she was confronted by a man, not a gent obviously. Looked more rugged and deceitful, she did not look at his face to keep her own hidden but it look to her like he had been "on the job" just as she was.
"Who are you working for?" He asked getting straight to the point. Already she could tell she didn't like him, a messenger, how quaint.
"Me, myself and I," She coughed up a rugged man voice, the last thing she needed was someone on the wrong side of law getting on her case or even a little gang who wanted her to do their dirty work. How stupid must they think she is?
"Come with me," He said firmly which made Kris smile almost.
"Now why would I want to come with you?" She refused to look at him using her hat as a shield and her man voice as a mask.
"Because a great treasure lies upon the horizon and you would get your fair share of it if you come."
"I am not interested in your treasure," She half way lied. Kris did not have the need to become one of "them". The kind of person that lives to satisfy others, the kind of person that would put on a fake smile to their enemies and the same one to their friends, none of that ever seemed worth her effort.
"You would be an arrogant fool to pass this offer up." He blocked her path, she mentally made up step by step procedures on how to kill him without a word but she had no reason to do so yet, except for the "arrogant fool" comment.
"This arrogant fool is nobody's treasure hunter señor fortune cookie." She threw on a Mexican accent, whether she would admit it or not she did have Latina blood in her veins, she had moved here with her Abuelo who spoke little English but her completion so pale she was rarely thought of as a Latina.
"I tried to be nice," He snarled while wrapping his arm around her neck and holding a knife to her neck. Freshly sharpened, she was pleased with the thought he sharpened his blade for her. "Come with me or die here, those are your choices."