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Laura looped the ropes around the girl's wrists one, two, three times, and knotted them securely. The girl was trembling, mumbling to herself in Afghani, watching Laura in obvious terror over her niqab. Laura wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned her against her mother and father, both already tied. The mother was sobbing softly, head bowed as she mumbled out desperate prayers. The father just looked at Laura with hate in his eyes.
They were innocents in this. They would survive.
Laura stepped outside, ignoring the glaring heat beating down on her pale skin. Even in the night, this place was hot. Her feet made no noise at all as she moved onto the next house. She'd moved through the rest of the village already, tying the occupants but leaving everyone alive. Her only instructions regarding them and been to 'get them out of the way'. The Kingpin might have meant to kill them, but as far as she was concerned, this was enough. It was her own quiet rebellion.
This next house held her target. It was larger, lavish - far more opulent than the rest of the worn out village. She supposed it's occupant only kept the villagers around to push himself up, to use as comparison.
The door broke easily and quietly, and she slipped through soft as a shadow. The kill was easy and swift. The man leapt to his feet, called for his guards, but she'd tied them up as well. Her claws bit through his neck, and he collapsed under a spray of his own blood.
Sunrise was breaking the horizon when she stepped out of the house. Her jacket was spattered with blood, and as she moved from house to house, untying the villagers, they all noticed, but none commented on it. None of them said a word, only watched her as though she were a wolf among sheep.
As soon as she finished, she headed out. She was supposed to rendezvous with her ride a few kilometers away, and she had little time to get there. However, as soon as she was a few steps out of the village, one of the children, scent ripe with fear, raced out, hugging her tightly around the middle. She murmured something in Afghani that Laura didn't understand, but she got the message. Thank you.
Laura walked out of the village alone. She looked back only once, to see them all watching her. A wolf, among sheep.