Here is the long awaited update you have all been waiting for. I know forgot about this story and sorry. I would like to thank dominicgrim for being my beta on this chapter. Reviews and criticism are welcome.
Discliamer: is in chapter one.
Isabela was in the mood for some fun. Perhaps Garrett was too? She got a job from an old friend who wanted to get on the straight and narrow after a life of raiding. She was happy to help since the newer raiders have decided that the old pirate's ways don't matter anymore. It was all about pillaging, plunder was secondary at best. What's the point if you cannot rob the same target more than once?
After hearing about how the old man's stash was stolen by his old raiding crew, Bela took a trip down to the docks and found out with very little effort on her part that a merchant named Woodrow had the cargo. Going in there to make sure would require someone stealthy and light of foot, and said person would Garrett. She sauntered through the hanged man and waited for the man to show up. He always did practically every night to speak with Varric and play diamondback. He was also usually followed by one of his delectable siblings, his twin sister preferably. She took a drink at the bar while shooing off a sailor who had too much to drink and grown bold enough to hit on her.
Isabela saw Garrett approach the bar where she and took up a spot next to her at the bar, "So, what's new, Isabela?"
"Just having a drink, and getting hit on by drunken sailors and mercenaries. The usual."
"Shame they never seem to know you hit back." Garrett decided then to take a drink of the mug placed in front of him by Corff. He looked back to Isabela, "So anything I can help with?"
A smirk played across Isabela's face, "There are many things, but I need you for one in particular at the moment."
"Really," he unsurprised, "What could that be?"
Isabela pushed away from the bar and walked toward the exit, "Why don't follow and find out." She sauntered away. Garrett finished the last of his drink and slammed it the counter. He threw a few copper bits on the bar as he left to follow Isabela.
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Garrett shook his head as he looked at the knocked out guard on the ground. The man was sleeping on the job. That made things easy and Isabela chuckled, "I wish more warehouses around here had such stupid guards."
Garrett shrugged, he found ironic as well, but they probably never thought that old Martin would try and retrieve it. "Well, I for one, am not complaining about this one. We should go inside before a guard who knows what he is doing strolls in and sees us." Isabela smirked and sauntered past him. She did a lot of sauntering recently. He knew why, he had been resistant to her charms for the time being. He found that she wanted him more and more as a result until. She even went as far to try and make out with Marian.
Isabela walked to the door and began picking the lock. Instead of kneeling she bent over giving Garrett a full view of her perfectly round ass. He shook his head, now was not the time. They were about to sneak in a well-guarded, (from the inside, anyway,) warehouse. If Isabela had counted right, there should be about twenty or so guards inside at the least. There would be time to play after the work was done.
Garrett waited patiently while Isabella did her work. When the lock clicked open, they both drew their daggers and slipped inside. From the layout given, they moved in the shadow, dispatching guard as they went. Garrett felt that this job would go off rather smoothly until he almost tripped a wire. He silently cursed himself for being careless and that's when one of the guards came around the corner and saw him.
"Intr…" the man was cut off as Garrett threw his dagger, but he fell and his buckler clanged on the ground.
"Ahh, that can't be good," Garrett said as many of the raiders in the warehouse clambered toward where their fallen comrade fell. Garrett quickly retreated back in hopes the rushing guards would trip the wires. Of course not all of them were that stupid and held back while the less intelligent ran toward Garrett. Who, that time had drawn his bow and began firing at the crowd trying to kill him.
Isabela chose to strike from behind and many guards fell before they noticed her. They both ran opposite directions and played cat mouse with the guards. Garrett silently cursed himself for not bringing Rana and Aveline along to draw their attention. Garrett fired another shot above a guard's head. It struck the lantern hanging on the roof and fell, breaking on the guard's head dashing him in oil and fire. The man screamed and ran into his fellows who hastily jumped out his way to avoid being burned. Another guard ran hefting her massive battle-axe trying to slice him in half. Garrett drew a dagger and stabbed her in the chest. He pushed her away, and killed the remaining two guards with ease. Isabella showed up and they walked to where Martin's cargo was.
Isabela wasted no time in opening one of the crates, and let out a girly giggle, "Oh Martin you scoundrel," she said enthusiastically while examining a vial. Garrett looked in the crate, only to see rows and rows of poisons of many different types and varieties. Isabela lifted one up and looked at it. She smiled, "the Black Hand."
Garrett raised an eyebrow, "I assume that one is very lethal?" he asked. Isabela looked shocked.
"I've never heard of a rogue who didn't know his poisons," She said somewhat shocked.
"This particular rogue," he pointed his thumb at himself, "Was a farm boy up until about a year ago."
Isabela chuckled, "Well it's created using several different poisonous plant essences and a healthy dollop of Cobra venom for that extra kick. A drop of this will kill a man in two breaths."
Garrett was about to reply when he heard whooshing sound. He pushed Isabela and they both fell as a battleaxe plunged its head into the crate, crushing vials and scattering them on to the floor. The woman he thought he killed was standing over them. Blood still rushed from the whole in her chest. She laughed and something happened to her face. He felt an unhealthy level of fear well up inside him.
"REAVER! DON'T LOOK INTO HER EYES!" Garrett didn't have to be told twice as he rolled out of the way, as she swung her axe down at the both of them trying to take advantage of Garrett's hesitation. Isabela leapt to her feet and sliced at the Reaver's belly creating long horizontal gash. The woman only laughed and swung her axe at Isabela who ducked her head under the swing while her blood continued to drain from her wounds. Garrett backstabbed her only to be kicked in the stomach and flung back for his trouble. The Reaver swung at Isabela who was having more trouble dodging as the woman, who actually was swinging her axe much faster than a dying woman should have been able to. Garrett sprung to his feet and looked around for a weapon, seeing that his daggers were still in the reaver's back. He picked up a rusty cutlass and ran toward the woman, hoping to slice of her head. The woman, who had shrugged of many fatal blows like nothing so far, was forced to duck.
Garrett smirked, "What afraid of losing your head over little ol'me."
The woman growled and swung her axe only to have it bury itself in the pillar. She tugged hard only to have Isabela come up behind her and with her daggers sliced off the woman's head. The head landed on the ground with that unnatural smile still painted on her face. Garrett walked over to the woman's body and retrieved his daggers. He looked at the corpse and shook his head.
Isabela moved over to the crate picking her favorite poisons from the box of broken vials like the entire scrape didn't even happen. She looked at him.
"What? It is not like he'll notice few missing, especially with it in this condition. You should help yourself as well." Garrett looked inside and picked up one bottle of Black Hand. He put it in his belt, earning approving nod from Isabela, "At least you're not stuck up like Lady Man-Hands." Garrett shrugged and looked the dead woman again. He had to admit the woman's powers shook him up a bit.
"She seemed to get stronger the more fatal strikes we landed."
Isabela nodded at his observation, "Reaver's are like that, hell if she killed us she could have devoured our last remaining life essence and would none the worse for were."
"Hmm," Garrett looked back at Isabela, "You want to get out of here."
"I thought you would never ask. I hate to stick around only to find more reavers 'round here. Besides I could use a drink," Garrett chuckled as they left the building. Garrett fell into step behind to watch her saunter some more.
