Chapter Updated: 07/6/17

data-p-id=8ffb932d287281c721dd5eb4e9442403,~Unknown location~

data-p-id=4d392bb7d961bfeb4be5d6615c176c8e,"NO NO PLEASE DONT KILL ME!"

data-p-id=12864f29dfe43526fc2df32927889348,I rolled my eyes as the fat merchant dog begs for his life. These assholes really need to learn their place and better understand I never abandon a job unless it's the only option available to me. This target is a huge arms smuggler, another trade I dabble in. So, with this job I get paid and take out some competition. And if I'm being honest, I'm lazy so the more that can get done in one outing the better. Miraculously, I'm still alive. Some people call taking easy jobs lazy, I call it survival I'm not stupid enough to take jobs I can't handle.

data-p-id=91c825900a24f186fd30a94dbc4c8b7f,The spineless merchant continued blabbering until I pistol whipped him to shut him up. I didn't feel like running from the MP tonight if he attracted attention.

data-p-id=2f6e39f129b3e6a3ed5770eca78d17b5,I pull the trigger and finish the job. I'd been paid in advance so there was no need to hunt down my pay check. Another thing I didn't want to deal with. I took off as I heard shouting in the distance using back alleys, I raced towards my bolt hole in Trost. The building is a large run-down house just enough shitty enough that it doesn't attract attention. I came in and hung up my black cloak. I flopped down in my chair and pulled out a rag and began to clean my guns.

data-p-id=c0dadaba0babd9e21af150af5e5ecbc1,This merchant dog had been a messy kill so my beloved guns were covered in blood. My 92 mm twin pistols had been in my possession for some time now. I often called them my crimson guns because they were constantly covered in blood, sometimes my own if a job went south as was often the case.

data-p-id=5e6f4a921e67af5a36f534bc3cbc4019,A door opened and I looked up to Charlie walk in. I found her on the streets as an orphan and took her in. She never went into combat, I forbid her to fight. The blood on my hands was more than enough. Instead she helped around the office, making tea and tracking down clients who tried to screw me, cleaning, as well as cooking the occasional meal from time to time.

data-p-id=e41f284bb7a14f35433832a5791c962d,I put my rag down and my guns away and looked at her to see why she was disturbing me.

data-p-id=26581a60b71b4dceeedf6f41592c4575,"Everything for today has been taken care of and there are no current job offers" Charlie said meekly, "your tea has also been prepared, ma'am."

data-p-id=f7b13a6ee601f3ce4d60ae103d3eaba3,I nodded "thank you Charlie" I reply. "Please bring me my tea."

data-p-id=c6f1f8dae27b0fd31ddff7d12998f57a,She bowed briefly and left. I have told her countless times the bow wasn't necessary but since she continued doing it something led me to believe she'd been taught that from a young age. Almost as if it has been beaten into her.

data-p-id=5e7e6be9d48643b3e3f0a727b7529a96,"Charlie" I called. A few minutes later she came in. It was late but I had to wait until the MP thinned their patrols of the area.

data-p-id=aa799554521bcf1da646b7cfa6551834,"Yes ma'am?" She was exhausted but I could not let her rest yet. I usually never call her after she gives the evening report but we were low on supplies and I needed her to come with me to help carry stuff back.

data-p-id=49d9d3768f75da4244bde0381c51fa55,"We need to go to the market for supplies Lesto should have everything we need." She stiffened. She didn't like going out it reminded her of when she lived on the streets, I remember those days, and I don't miss them. The only thing those memories are good for is a healthy dose of night terrors, and reminding me of the days when I was someone's bitch, unable to fend for myself.

data-p-id=8050762386037c856668d1063cfe5588,After a brief silence, she bowed "very well I shall go make a list of what we need." Once Charlie had gone I restocked my ammo supply and left my office and walked outside. Wearing my cloak with my hood up I watch a few drunk MP stagger through the streets. They were wasted enough they paid me no mind as they struggled to get where ever they were going.

data-p-id=2fc96af98a551a898fdc401b9bf2b5e9,"Disgusting" I though as I spit on the ground. Shortly after Charlie came outside with a piece of paper wearing a similar cloak to mine.

data-p-id=324e04a7ea3eda40189cd6d1a907fc2e,"The MP are really drunk tonight." She noted "we shouldn't have any problems unless one of 'em decides to pick a fight."

data-p-id=93755741afced5b444423e6096048dd6,I nodded as we began to move silently and quickly through the now dark and empty streets. Most stalls would be closed but I had told Lesto we would be coming tonight so he would still be open. data-p-id=4d52a418a7160cc6b0b283332882d7fd,We come into the market square and sure enough the only stall open is my favorite supplier.

data-p-id=c820c2fda20c86bf76a0c59b5943ebfe,I approach him leaving Charlie to hide in the shadows. I simply waltz into Lesto's home which was behind his stall. He follows and closes the door without a word.

data-p-id=44e5e01d57d585a1aeba73566cfbaa0a,I pull off my cloak revealing my black tube top just wide enough to cover the obvious, along with my insanely short shorts also raven in color with a red kerchief tied in a knot on the right side of my waist

data-p-id=303b3f22aa5da2bcc9474091ea22dd30,Lesto glanced me over to make sure I was the genuine article. For some unknown reason, I had many impostors. Which had their uses at times. Though why people want either life in prison or a date with a firing squad is beyond me.

data-p-id=490bb0c501f86520af60812048913761,I pulled the ribbon out of my hair as my long, thick black hair that began to run blue halfway down my back as if someone had dunked my hair in paint. Covering my right eye is a short piece of hair, the tips also blue. People believe I dyed my hair blue. I didn't. My hair has been this way since I was a child, when my brother dumped blue paint on my hair. So technically I didn't dye it. But it is dyed.

data-p-id=5701426b650444eba288903f98805997,Feeling satisfied I was the real deal Lesto offered me a chair and some tea I declined the latter and sat on the chair, straddling it and resting my arms on the back.

data-p-id=6340bad76822cb76c86881aa6ae84e37,"So, what can I do for you today my favorite client" I rolled my eyes but I couldn't deny I was his best customer.

data-p-id=ac6d058a1341bf493f555838b22ac19a,I handed him the list "just a few things I don't need a full restock right now." He looked the list over and stood up.

data-p-id=d94639ba86c072eb50cc829cd076d309,"Give me a few minutes to gather all this." He waved the list and left the room, shutting the door with a soft click. I rose and went over to the front door. I stuck my hand outside and signaled Charlie to come in.

data-p-id=dc8bac2b49c1ca06447ccedd2add3d1b,I heard a soft thud outside, the door opened and Charlie entered she walked over next to me as Lesto came back with the supplies I ordered. Charlie and I grabbed everything and we took off for our idea of home.

data-p-id=e9c31a9ec2ab3d7c1230fca3ffc302c2,"Take care Minda." Lesto said as we began leave. I turned and nodded offering a small smile. I had been doing business with him long enough he had taken to looking out for me.

data-p-id=23b2d54f6328237ef2fa69e6b781589d,By the time we got back to the house it was dawn. Having had no sleep I was exhausted so I told Charlie to call it a night.

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A/N: For my readers who for some reason are still here; Yes, I am alive. I am working on the next few chapters but it's been a combination of life getting in my way and being indecisive with my story direction. Lucky for you guys I got a new laptop and can begin writing once again. That being said, I am going through my older chapters and fixing my crappy spelling and grammar as well as minor changed to the story itself. Noting that will change the context of the story I promise. I'd hate to make you guys reread.

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