The four stood underneath the bridge, well hidden in the shadows. March had positioned herself discreetly between Isaac and Cecilia. They waited a few minutes in uncomfortable silence until Cecilia spoke up.
"For the record, he's not my type."
"Then what is your type?" Isaac asked, poking his head around Isaac.
"Someone I don't work with." Cecilia retorted, looking at March and Miles smugly. The tension in the air eased slightly, and Miles let out an internal sigh of relief. A few more minutes passed in a slightly more manageable silence when a boat turned around the nearest corner on the river-way. It was a simple passenger boat, and astoundingly nondescript. Housing a single grey cabin, it looked like a fishing vessel. No other boats were anywhere to be seen as it slowed to a stop in front of them. They pulled up their masks and hopped on board as it resumed its cruise down the river.
They entered through a door at the back of the cabin to a room of complete darkness. As soon as they all entered, the door slam shut behind them and lights flicked on. Before Miles could even react he had a gun pressed to the back of his head. Across from them in the cabin stood several recognizable figures. Everyone from the commonwealth defector mission was there, plus one extra, a girl wearing a black hood that obscured her face. The rest of them had masks covering the bottom half of their faces, though the tallest one just wore driving goggles. Miles didn't even need to turn to know who had the gun against his head, it was the same girl who had gotten the better of him three times now. It was to his surprise then, that she lowered her gun and strode past them to stand by the hooded girls side. A small silence followed before Isaac spoke up.
"Good to see you again half-pint, you interested in picking up where our last duel left off?" He said to the short one who was wearing a strange disk-like hat. She replied in a foreign language that Miles didn't know, but from her tone it was definitely not anything nice. The tallest girl let out a laugh as Miles' nemesis cleared her throat loudly.
"Thank you for seeing us. I told you they would come." The hooded girl said, with the second sentence being addressed to the girl Miles was currently having a glaring contest with. Her courteous and regal tone took him by surprise, as it wasn't a very intimidating voice for a spy. The girl she addressed also seemed to lose her composure for a split second, but Miles wasn't entirely sure.
"So are you their leader then?" he asked.
"In a sense I suppose, but right now we have some important business to discuss. I trust you received our message?" Miles nodded in reply.
"Splendid! Then I will just cut right to the chase. We would like to request your assistance in dealing with a certain volatile individual." She continued in a carefree tone. There was a stunned silence on Miles' side of the cabin.
"You want our help?"