I seriously need to figure out a theme song for this story. It's seems like the type of story that would need one.

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"So your name is Sabrina Grimm, right?"

What the hell? How did he know her name?

"Stop talking. Move," she commanded, her voice emotionless. The boy continued walking casually down the alley, appearing as if this happened to him everyday.

Maybe it does, Sabrina thought. Maybe people try to kill him hundreds of times a day. I wouldn't be surprised, he sure is irritating enough.

Puck rounded the corner of the alleyway, and headed towards the broken down doorway of the house. Before he could step inside, Sabrina stopped him, tapping his head with the gun.

"Empty your pockets."

Puck looked at her over his shoulder. "You seriously don't trust me? After all I did for you back there?"

Sabrina gave him a look that clearly said "Are you serious?" and he sighed.

"Fine, fine. Give me a minute." He started emptying his jacket pockets and began dumping things onto the floor.

A cash card, a laser pen, a pair of cheap sun protection glasses, a couple of random objects. Then he dropped something that looked strangely like it was made out of wood, the most expensive material that had long ago gone extinct. Everything these days were made out of plastic and metal.

The piece of wood was shaped into a tube-like shape, and Sabrina recognized it as a flute, the musical instrument people played years ago.

Strange.

Next the boy dropped a long sheath of fabric onto the ground. It looked to be made out of leather, also a long extinct material. It was scuffed and worn, but still intact. Out of the corner Sabrina saw a glimmer of steel, and recognized the glint of a sharp knife. She stiffened, and immediately pressed the gun harder against his neck.

"Why do you have a knife?"

Now it was Puck's turn to give Sabrina the "Are you serious?" look.

"Do you seriously expect me to walk around unprotected? You must be as crazy as they say you are, Grimm."

Sabrina glared at him. She nudged him with the gun, signalling that he should keep walking. She didn't bother asking who "they" were. She would find out soon.

The pair walked into the abandoned building and Sabrina guided Puck into the deserted kitchen. The place had long ago been ransacked, and all traces of food or water were gone. There was not even a single piece of furniture, or even a cupboard door.

Sabrina looked around, trying to figure out what the best way to interrogate her suspect would be. Puck stood with his arms crossed across his chest.

"Against the counter, now. Face me."

Puck let out a long sigh, signalling that he was extremely unhappy with this arrangement, but Sabrina couldn't have cared less. When he had done what she told him to, Sabrina lifted her chin at him and narrowed her eyes.

"What the hell was that back there?" she growled, suddenly pissed off again because, god damn it, she needed answers.

Puck raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "Are you really that stupid?"

"I saved your freakin butt, Grimm, and I don't even get a thanks." Sabrina glared at him and he held up his hands.

"Hey, don't get all pissed at me, I didn't do anything. That fatso was working with this criminal organisation my boss and I are trying to stop, and for some reason, your family is their number one target. My boss sent me to keep an eye on you, but apparently that guy's boss had the same idea. You're lucky I was there, otherwise you would have been roadkill."

Sabrina's hand tightened on the gun. "I would have been fine. What were those lights that attacked that guy?"

Puck sighed again. "They were my minions." At this, Sabrina raised her eyebrow, but Puck simply shook his head. "A story for another time."

Sabrina's mind was trying to make sense of everything this boy was telling her. There was a fifty fifty chance he was lying, and everything he had just said was bullshit, but for some reason, Sabrina found that her gut instinct was to trust the boy.

Her family was being targeted. She had to warn them.

"I need to get to my family. You're coming with me, I can't let you out of my sight."

Puck shook his head and looked at her steadily. "Your family is being watched by my boss' crew right now. He sent out a group of people to surround your house before I left. They're safe."

Maybe it was the calm way he was staring at her, or the way his jaw clenched after he finished talking, but Sabrina figured that it wouldn't hurt to trust him. If he betrayed her, there was nothing to lose. If he was telling the truth, then she would be at an advantage. She nodded.

"So what do you suppose we do?" she asked him, frowning. Puck shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, then shrugged.

"I guess we head back to my boss' place. He can tell you what's going on. You want answers, don't you? I'm pretty sure my boss is the only one who can give them to you. I've never met him in person, but he seems like a pretty serious guy."

Sabrina nodded stiffly, then pointed her gun towards the floor.

"Alright, fine. But you should know that I won't hesitate to kill you."

Puck grinned. "Didn't doubt it for a second, Grimm."

...

Puck had never been one to keep secrets. He was always a straight-out, lets-be-honest person.

So when his boss had messaged him on the shuttle while he was tracking Sabrina, telling him to earn the girl's trust and take her to a certain location for interrogation without her knowing, you could say that he was outside his comfort zone.

He didn't know if he liked the girl, she was shifty. All the other girls he had met before on his missions were pretty lame, throwing themselves at him and practically begging for his attention. He guessed it was his natural good looks and charm.

But Sabrina was different. She acted as if she hated him, even after he had practically saved her life.

Oh well, he thought. It's her loss.

So he decided then and there that he would follow through with his boss' plans. After all, nothing dramatic would happen to the girl. He would drop her off at the location, message his boss after it was done, and be on his way with the money that his boss would transfer to his account.

The few white lies he had told her back in the house meant nothing. After all, he had survived for years in this place by just lying and stealing.

He knew the girl didn't trust him. It was better for him if she didn't. He would have preferred not to get to closely attached to his targets. It could compromise his mission.

Little did he know that relationships were the least of his problems.