A/N: Hey, thanks to muentiger that reviewed the last chapter – I'm hurt! I got like 10 faves for that last chapter, and no one but she reviewed? Really?
This is for Muentiger, who reviewed. (I'm repeating myself continuously for a reason.)
Chapter 2: Danger
Zia woke up the next morning, her spirits still unquestionably low. She detested her prison, and had tried many times to escape it. Every time she failed. A guard would catch her and take her back to her room. She wasn't allowed any freedom whatsoever.
There was a shadow cast over her bundled form. At first she presumed it was her nanny, Vicky, but her nanny was a bit chubbier. She sat up, her vision swam for a moment, she blinked and looked up at the shadowy figure.
When her eyes adjusted she was staring at the barrel of a gun.
"Wha...?"
"If you remain silent, you will make this a lot easier."
Zia lifted her eyes to the face of the figure. A mask hid his features, only his eyes showed. Coward, she thought.
"So, you kill me?" She asked, her voice even. "Let me guess, you think killing me will send him in a spin? Possibly make him miserable? Oh, he sent you, didn't he?"
The eyes showed confusion.
Zia took advantage of the situation and swung her foot up. The duvet swung up, as well as her foot – it caught the assassin off guard. Zia's feet caught the gun between her legs, and she twisted it. The firearm was thrown into the air. She lifted her arms, tearing her pillows to cause a diversion as the weapon lifted into the air. Two sets of eyes followed its progress, the assassin temporarily dazed by the poultry snow. But Zia lunged forward and caught it. Her bed was now a mess, feathers everywhere, her duvet was wrapped around her body, as if it was a sort of body armor.
She aimed the pistol at her attacker.
"Who sent you?"
"You can never make me talk."
Zia smiled evilly. "No, but I can make you scream."
The brown eyes behind the mask grew uncertain.
"I'll give you one last chance before I blow your hand off." Zia warned, aiming the weapon at the intruder's hand.
"You're nanny was certainly a lot easier to take out."
"You did what?" Zia screeched at the top of her lungs, terror setting in. Vicky and Zia had been together for as long as she could remember, and Vicky was like a mother to her.
"You heard." The voice said teasingly.
Zia pulled the trigger without blinking.
. . .
The sound echoed through the house, every single guard wondered the same thing: Is Mazia safe? The head guard immediately headed to the camera-room. He spoke into his walkie-talkie , commanding his soldiers to head to her room. He rapped sharply on the door to the security camera room, but no answer came. Sensing danger he cautiously opened the door.
The guard was dead. A single bullet through the head. The arm must've had a silencer. His expression was contorted in alarm. Not fear, meaning the action had been quick. There had been no time to fear the attacker.
Eugene Long sighed – he'd failed his mistress. That gunshot most likely was aimed at her. As much as he hated to admit it, the mistress was a kind lady, though she was young, she had few fears. Darkness was one of her fears, which was why he never left the house at night. With a sigh he closed the eyes of the guard. Were it not for the blood trickling down his forehead, he could've been sleeping.
He turned around and headed up the stairs, to the top floor. She'd liked it there, the view. The mansion was situated next to a mountain, or halfway on it. The view showed the semi-forest that surrounded the house, there was a stream nearby. The scent that wafted through the windows always made it smell fresh. The place was fantastic for hiking.
The guards were still outside her door, no one daring to enter.
"Sir!" His second in command whispered urgently.
"Yes?"
"We found Mrs. V's body in the study. We fear entering would cause the shooter to kill."
"Zia can handle herself." He said assuredly. Indeed she could. He had spent hours with her, training her in self-defence, add to that gun-control and how to shoot straight (Zia could more than shoot straight, though, she was a brilliant shot) and you had a killer in the making. Eugene waved his second in command off and opened the door. Zia was standing on the bed, dressed in shorts and a loose T-shirt. The shot had been fired by Zia, that much was obvious by the firearm in her hand, pointed at a masked man. He wasn't dead, but his arm was sporting a good amount of blood.
"Hi, Eugene." She greeted him brightly. She swung the gun so that the barrel was facing down and tossed it to him.
"Morning, Zia, I'm sorry..." He started, reaching forward and catching the weapon smoothly.
"Not to worry. You taught me well."
"Of course." He agreed.
"I suggest you call my father, Eugene, he might want to tighten security." She said, amused.
"The only means by which he can tighten it, is by locking you in a high-voltage, high-pressure metal cage."
She smirked. "Let him try. I swear, if he tries that, I'll train the gun on him myself."
"He's your father, mistress."
"He's an excuse for one." She jumped from the bed, turning her attacker over. "Did he really kill Vicky?"
Eugene swallowed. An action no missed by Zia.
"This is war." She said, her striking eyes darkening. "I want to know who sent him – and I'm going after them. Is that clear?"
He nodded. He's never seen her so determined. Her green eyes grew into a murky green, emphasizing the storm within.
"You didn't kill him." He mused, nudging the groaning attacker.
"No. I'm above that." She stated. "I act purely on self-defence... and a smidge of it was tainted by the mentioning of my dear nanny's murder."
"Revenge?"
"Vengeance." She nodded. "If it were either you, Vicky or Ernie, I'd kill immediately. But my useless father might want to question him."
"I'll alert him. Where are you going?"
"Well, I can't exit my door." She said, halting a few inches from the doorway. "I'm surrounded by your guards."
Eugene crossed over to the door and gave the order for them to return to their posts.
"Thanks." She smiled. "I'm gonna take a shower."
. . .
"Potter!" Malfoy yelled, ducking as an explosion caused debris to rain down upon him. They'd taken on another mission, a month later, given to them by Mr. Stine. Only the victim had expected them. Malfoy had no idea where his ally lied, if he was still alive or not. "Potter!"
No answer. Malfoy started to panic. Where was his mate?
He curved around the wall and aimed his gun at the shooter that caused the debris to fall. He pulled the trigger, and silence.
Another single shot sounded through the night, and Malfoy knew. Potter had reached the target. He ran towards the sound.
Upon reaching it, he saw his ally. A smirk across his features. Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Miss me, Ferret?"
"You wish, Horntail." He replied. That was the code the two of them had adapted over the past year and a half. Ferret and Horntail. Malfoy, of course, didn't like his nickname, but Harry had been calling him that for too long to change it now.
"Shall we?"
"The job done?"
"Yes. Druglord of London taken out. Make space for the new one – what was his name?" Potter asked, sticking the gun into his holster under his coat.
"How should I know?" Malfoy asked. "Ask no questions and hear no lies."
"Typical." Harry snorted. "And just when I thought you were becoming human."
"Human? Potter, were we human we wouldn't indulge in our little hobby."
"Touché." Potter said, swinging an arm around his shoulders. "You and I, Mr. Ferret, are the British assassins that most fear, yet we trust one another for some reason. Can you fathom why?"
"I can, Mr. Horntail, we are allies, of sorts. Trust no one, thus we trust only the other."
Laughing the two partners walked off from the scene of their latest hit, in their way to report to the British Mafia that they had taken out the druglord that had been rather... stupid in his actions. He'd grown careless in sending and receiving his shipments. Mr. Stine knew that the police were hot on the trail of this man, and there could be no loose ends.
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