DISCLAIMER: still don't own it. Bummer.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX...Alexandra Knight...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
It has been three days since then. No word, appearance, or even a call from my sister. I know it was common for Scarlet to have to go into hiding for a while, but usually she tells me when she does.
I was sincerely starting to panic.
Savanna, my trainer, has been working me harder than ever, and I have a sneaking suspicion that Scarlet has something to do with it.
"Come on, Alexandra. Suit up." Savanna says. More like demands.
I turn to look at her, and she has a grin plastered on her face.
"Do I want to know why you are smiling?" I was insanely...
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
I throw up my hands, "Seriously, you must be able to read minds."
She pushes me in the direction of the bathrooms, "Nope, just yours."
That was a scary thought, but I had a good comeback.
"Don't track mud up there."
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After I suit up, and Savanna as well, she takes me to the...Tres Spades. This is where Scarlet was sold to Soryu.
"What are we doing here?" I turn and ask her when we are parked in the garage.
She smiles and says, "We're here to deliver a message."
I look at her, shocked. "Then what am I doing here?"
Then it dawns on me, "I'm the one who is going to do it?"
She snaps her fingers, "Exactly!"
I open my door, my bag of gadgets in hand.
"Remember, Alex. Rely more on yourself than your gadgets."
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I stand in front of the door to the penthouse lounge, listening intently to the bidders conversation.
"Don't you think it's a little weird that Scarlet is the one that told us about the hit man?"
"Yeah, it is kind of weird."
"What are you implying, Baba?"
"Maybe Scarlet is planning something."
"Ah, Soryu! Put the gun away!"
Damn, he has a gun?
Savanna's voice comes through the earpiece. "Soryu has a gun right? Use your shield at first sign."
I tap the communicator twice to signal that I understood. Before I take out the shield gadget, that with a single click, turns into a protective barrier.
I take out my own daggers, four with the familiar saying engraved in Romanian.
Then I slowly open the door.
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