Green fields out of a desert land, it was slightly poetic this fugitive town, it was like hell though Lynx thought to herself. Once you were in you never left, except for Assassins like herself who slipped in and out like shadows of the world outside cutting briefly to the heart and then gone like pieces of the night they were. She was thinking this when the phone rang and she frowned, she wasn't expecting a call, but she picked up anyway. "Redfern" a slightly quirked smile crooked her lips "Hello Theirry how can I help you?" her eyes flared briefly and then relaxed back to their normal melting gold "The councils OUTRAGED you say" she put emphasis on outraged in deep sarcasm but her voice chilled down after that. "I'm the Night Blade Theirry, if they send someone to kill me they shouldn't expect his passing to be painless" she listened for a moment more and then laughed, it wasn't a sound of amusement though "Perhaps I am, maybe they're all right, I don't know myself, ask Hunter" and with that she put down the phone but her eyes were thoughtful as she stared at it and then looked out over Ryars Valley "If I'm Insane, I'll find out within the next few days, either that or this job will finally send me over the edge" she shook her head and slipped on a pair of shades before sliding the car into gear and driving down a winding lane; she was stuck slightly behind a stopped bus. She watched three people get off, by the looks of them a made vampire a shifter who had seen better days and a Lamia, but she had learnt not to take appearances for granted so didn't overtake the cumbersome human driven vehicle she exhibited endless patience and finally drew up outside of a motel, it wasn't exactly in the town but it was close enough for comfort and would give her a base of operations; and that was all she needed.
She slid into the reception area half an hour later dressed in clothes she had accepted reluctantly as a birthday present from her sister Andromeda last year. She didn't understand her older sister, no contact for eighteen years and then a visit on her nineteenth birthday bearing gifts. But it was the Redfern way, after all when you have eternity birthdays aren't a big deal. The thigh high soft leather boots had been designed with the Night Worlds premier assassin in mind, they had so many straps a whole arsenal could be carried comfortably and six throwing knives were concealed in the folded cuffs. At the moment she only carried those knives and two long stilettos which held together the tumbled mass of her hair, free now, it touched her waist in a blood red curling wave. The rest of the clothes had a simple elegance which marked them as both designer and crushingly expensive; but that's what happens when your sisters cover job is as a supermodel. The skirt brushed the tops of the boots a dark purple suede belted with beaten silver links which came apart into a set of wickedly sharp shurikens, she'd had to be careful putting that on. Then the camisole which was a real piece of artwork, it was smoke tree coloured, a sort of purplish black and there in winking silver threads was the constellation of the twins, the mandarin collar was held at the throat with a diamond pin which could be used as a bug and then the sleeves left her arms bare to work. It was a beautiful ensemble but Lynx only used it to impress people she didn't like, she had long since stopped regarding herself as a desirable woman, she knew herself.
The motel receptionist was human, which always made things easier. Human and male; which really made things a doddle, she simply placed hip against the counter and smiled. Bingo. Redfern ten million, rest of the universe nil. He had seen her and perhaps more importantly he had seen her car, she was money and as far as she knew that was all most humans were interested in; that and sex. Of course most Night Worlders were interested in both of those things, those not completely obsessed with the Millennium problem, countdown six months and however many days. She took the best suite of rooms in the place and paid for a weeks advance rent, in cash. That guaranteed her her privacy and anonymity, she would sign no registers and when she left a swift mind wipe would ensure she had never existed, but by then the cash would be gone so her tracks were already covered.
Ugh, she had always hated motels and now she remembered why. Tacky black polyester sheets on a huge round bed black damask curtains at a window with a view of the parking lot. But there was a desk, chair and electricity supply, probably meant to be for the tacky lamp on the desk but she plugged in her mobile phone, paid for until the predicted end of the world, and then plugged her laptop into the phones specially installed jack. She had web access up and running within seconds, three new emails; eyebrows rose, one from her brother and two from prospective clients, neither of which offered more than self-satisfied sums for her work. She sent back insulting replies along with one of her favourite viruses. She looked at her brothers mail then.
Lynx,
Heard about your latest atrocity during council, keep safe try not to get killed, see you at Samhaine? ----- Aspen
She smiled briefly, it was an odd gesture not like any of her other smiles, Aspen was an oddity for a Redfern, he believed in keeping in touch and had a sense of humour; her smile was saddened as she replied.
Aspen,
Never mind me I'm a match for them, can't say about Samhaine if I'm alive I'll make it if not then I won't.----Lynx
Caring heart my brother, not like the rest of us she thought to herself; she shook of the odd sentimentalism and went straight to her supplier. She hadn't anticipated being on the job again this soon, let alone in somewhere like Ryars. What would she need? She placed a direct delivery to her car boot of twelve new throwing knives six wood six iron. Then she skipped off to nightworld.com, logged into the members only area and selected charms, she wanted one of invisibility and three to ward off lightning then she made access to circle midnight and ordered a necromancers stone. She gave a extra payment and knew from experience that everything would be in the boot of her car tomorrow morning, that sort of priority had been worth having her entire car overhauled to remove all the hex's and listening spells that had been put in as well as the delivery box.
"Room Service" Lynx smiled, of course there were advantages to living in a motel she stood and opened the door, human and male, these places were nothing if not comfortingly predictable. She ushered him in with the trolley on which was a large slice of chocolate fudge gateaux an empty red wine glass. Ten minutes later he left with a five dollar tip and very little memory of the rooms occupant. The wine glass and Lynx were full and with that she began to demolish the gateaux, chocolate was something she was fond of, chocolate and vanilla milkshakes. She sipped down the wine glass before stripping down to sleep leaving on only her bra, knickers and several knives. She slept bathed in moonlight on top of the covers the Night Blade glimmering fitfully on the bed beside her hilt on the pillows like a lover.
She slid into the reception area half an hour later dressed in clothes she had accepted reluctantly as a birthday present from her sister Andromeda last year. She didn't understand her older sister, no contact for eighteen years and then a visit on her nineteenth birthday bearing gifts. But it was the Redfern way, after all when you have eternity birthdays aren't a big deal. The thigh high soft leather boots had been designed with the Night Worlds premier assassin in mind, they had so many straps a whole arsenal could be carried comfortably and six throwing knives were concealed in the folded cuffs. At the moment she only carried those knives and two long stilettos which held together the tumbled mass of her hair, free now, it touched her waist in a blood red curling wave. The rest of the clothes had a simple elegance which marked them as both designer and crushingly expensive; but that's what happens when your sisters cover job is as a supermodel. The skirt brushed the tops of the boots a dark purple suede belted with beaten silver links which came apart into a set of wickedly sharp shurikens, she'd had to be careful putting that on. Then the camisole which was a real piece of artwork, it was smoke tree coloured, a sort of purplish black and there in winking silver threads was the constellation of the twins, the mandarin collar was held at the throat with a diamond pin which could be used as a bug and then the sleeves left her arms bare to work. It was a beautiful ensemble but Lynx only used it to impress people she didn't like, she had long since stopped regarding herself as a desirable woman, she knew herself.
The motel receptionist was human, which always made things easier. Human and male; which really made things a doddle, she simply placed hip against the counter and smiled. Bingo. Redfern ten million, rest of the universe nil. He had seen her and perhaps more importantly he had seen her car, she was money and as far as she knew that was all most humans were interested in; that and sex. Of course most Night Worlders were interested in both of those things, those not completely obsessed with the Millennium problem, countdown six months and however many days. She took the best suite of rooms in the place and paid for a weeks advance rent, in cash. That guaranteed her her privacy and anonymity, she would sign no registers and when she left a swift mind wipe would ensure she had never existed, but by then the cash would be gone so her tracks were already covered.
Ugh, she had always hated motels and now she remembered why. Tacky black polyester sheets on a huge round bed black damask curtains at a window with a view of the parking lot. But there was a desk, chair and electricity supply, probably meant to be for the tacky lamp on the desk but she plugged in her mobile phone, paid for until the predicted end of the world, and then plugged her laptop into the phones specially installed jack. She had web access up and running within seconds, three new emails; eyebrows rose, one from her brother and two from prospective clients, neither of which offered more than self-satisfied sums for her work. She sent back insulting replies along with one of her favourite viruses. She looked at her brothers mail then.
Lynx,
Heard about your latest atrocity during council, keep safe try not to get killed, see you at Samhaine? ----- Aspen
She smiled briefly, it was an odd gesture not like any of her other smiles, Aspen was an oddity for a Redfern, he believed in keeping in touch and had a sense of humour; her smile was saddened as she replied.
Aspen,
Never mind me I'm a match for them, can't say about Samhaine if I'm alive I'll make it if not then I won't.----Lynx
Caring heart my brother, not like the rest of us she thought to herself; she shook of the odd sentimentalism and went straight to her supplier. She hadn't anticipated being on the job again this soon, let alone in somewhere like Ryars. What would she need? She placed a direct delivery to her car boot of twelve new throwing knives six wood six iron. Then she skipped off to nightworld.com, logged into the members only area and selected charms, she wanted one of invisibility and three to ward off lightning then she made access to circle midnight and ordered a necromancers stone. She gave a extra payment and knew from experience that everything would be in the boot of her car tomorrow morning, that sort of priority had been worth having her entire car overhauled to remove all the hex's and listening spells that had been put in as well as the delivery box.
"Room Service" Lynx smiled, of course there were advantages to living in a motel she stood and opened the door, human and male, these places were nothing if not comfortingly predictable. She ushered him in with the trolley on which was a large slice of chocolate fudge gateaux an empty red wine glass. Ten minutes later he left with a five dollar tip and very little memory of the rooms occupant. The wine glass and Lynx were full and with that she began to demolish the gateaux, chocolate was something she was fond of, chocolate and vanilla milkshakes. She sipped down the wine glass before stripping down to sleep leaving on only her bra, knickers and several knives. She slept bathed in moonlight on top of the covers the Night Blade glimmering fitfully on the bed beside her hilt on the pillows like a lover.