The gun shot rang throughout the night; any bystander who heard it would either freeze or run, though they wouldn't be surprised. Someone getting shot around this part of the city was as normal as the sun rising and setting.

Peacock grinned, then put the gun away. It had been unusual to see a guy like this alone, but he just helped to make her job a little easier. Blood poured out of him, his mouth open in an unfinished scream. His green eyes were glossy.

"Well," she said, "that was easy." She chuckled. "I really am the best."

With one quick move, she was off running. The night was still young, and not all the Medicis were dead yet. She had promised Marie that she would end them, and that was a promise that she would keep.

Marie was a girl worth getting your hands dirty for.