She was still staring out of the window when the sun came up,
then with a sigh she tossed the parchment into her incinerator and
walked into the bedroom. There she stripped off the jeans and tee shirt
she had been wearing when Ash had turned up on her doorstep and pulled
on a pair of black leather pants "Images" she murmured under her breath
"Who wants them?" she slipped on a black bra and followed it with a
black silk shirt over that she pulled on a lace up sleeveless black
leather bodice. It looked a conceit, to make her look more feminine,
although most people had to admit there was no way she'd ever look
like a boy; what it really was, was body armour. This bodice had
stopped a stake three times; if Lynx had believed in luck then this
was a lucky top, since she didn't it was simply effective.
Five minutes later she was in her Ferrari and pelting down the
road, the tinted windows were enough to get her stopped but the police
never would. Not with the number plates she was flashing, she thanked
the small amount of government work she had done for the gift of a set
of CIA plates. The mobile phone on the dashboard rang as she turned
into a driveway of one of the out of town mansions, she picked it up
with a curt "Redfern" her mouth curled up at one side into a satiric
smile "Certainly, give me" she looked up at the house on the horizon
"about half a minute" she parked diagonally in front of the rather
impressive colonial style front door and slipped out like a shadow of
fire on the white gravel drive, she slipped up the marble steps and
running her fingers up the veined columns found the doorbell and pushed.
The door swung open on a made vampire who appeared around 19
"Nillson" it was a greeting and a question in one he simply nodded and
let her into the hall "Third door on the right at the top of the stairs" She nodded her thanks in a mimicry of his precise movement and strode across the hall and up the stairs and paused for a moment outside the door she had been directed too "Who was that?" a light pretty voice, human, the questioning note in it nothing new "A visitor miss" impatience entered the voice " I know that, but who?" "She's a Redfern miss, and one who should never be allowed here" at that a smile curved her lips and she knocked, it was good to be appreciated.
Inside she was confronted by the veritable Daybreak firing
squad but she had a photographic memory so there was no difficulty
"Good morning" she turned to them "Quinn, Rashel, James its been a
long time, Poppy, Ash" and finally she turned to the man behind the
desk backed by the pretty teenager with the birthmark and she performed
a slight bow, equal to equals "Lord Descoudres and Hannah" with that
she relaxed into a standing position "I hope you've brought me here on
profitable business or it will have been a waste of petrol"
She felt Rashel stiffen she had been told of the girls righteous
angers from an associate of hers who had run into her when she was a
beginner with the lancers "Mercenary!" it was spat out like a swear
word, Lynx raised an arched eyebrow "Of course" she directed a slightly
incredulous look Theirry's way "Surely you've told them what I do?" he
shook his head, obviously using his centuries of patience to stay
silent in this dispute "My dear girl," she drawled "Mercenary isn't an
insult, in fact it could be taken as a step up, I'm an assassin by
trade" she watched muscles stiffen with an inward smirk "A very
expensive, very well connected assassin to be exact" and with a curse
Rashel went for her, her mind slipped up a notch and her eyes went
a feral silver as she brought a foot up and slammed her back, aiming
her so that she smacked into Quinn. Ash put a hand on her shoulder
"Alinx" it was a plea from when as children they had played together
"This once Ash, for old times sake, but I will not be threatened
or attacked" she felt his nod and turned back to Thierry "I will wait
downstairs while you control your children She turned to Ash, "I'd
like to meet the fascinatingly curious woman downstairs" She watched
him pale and made a series of quick snap judgements "Your Soulmate I
believe."