"Where's Q?" asked Fib.
Sapphire looked around the group.
"I dunno," she replied worry filling her voice "Requiem, wheres Q?"
Countess's hand strayed to her gun, something was wrong. Q had a tendency to wander off but she always came back.
"We gotta find 'er," she exclaimed.
They all split up, yelling to Q.
"Come on, Pretty," whispered the man "we'll treat ya real nice."
Q bit her lip; she refused to make a noise or to burst into hysterical tears like she really wanted to. She wished she hadn't given her busted gun to Fib so she could fix it. Hell, she thought, a broken gun would at least scare them.
"Q!" yelled Countess.
Q wanted to yell, to tell Countess that she was here but the taller man held a knife to her throat. His breath smelled like the docks they had passed on their way into the city. She wished she could see their faces, but the night had them locked in shadows. She smiled when she heard the familiar click of a gun.
"Let her go!" whispered Countess dangerously.
"Aww! What are ya gonna do about it?" asked the shorter man.
"Try me," said Countess leveling her gun so it was lined right with his face.
"Ya prolly don't even know how too shot that ting," said the taller man.
Q snorted and Countess smiled dangerously. Countess was one of the best shooters in the world; Q couldn't remember a time when she missed a shot. A shot rang out and the man holding Q grabbed his arm in pain.
"Next time," said Countess as she helped up Q "It'll be your head, stay away from me and mah friends."
Fib looked around the street, her heart filled with worry. Q was her best friend; they had been traveling together for years before they met the others. Q was absent minded and though she was by no means stupid, she had a tendency to flake out.
"Q!" she yelled when she saw Countess and Q walking together.
"Fib, I'm fine," said Q smiling.
Later That Night…
Spot hated staying in Manhattan but it was too late to walk to Brooklyn. He walked outside and lit up a cigarette.
""Ey," said a voice.
Spot looked up to see the girl from the train station.
"What are ya doin up?" he asked.
"Keepin watch," she replied matter of factly.
"Do ya really tink ya need ta do dat here? I mean, it aint like you goils are alone," he said.
"Trust no one, dats our motto," laughed Countess.
Spot couldn't help wondering about these girls.
"Hey, can I bum a smoke?" asked Countess.
"Shoah," replied Spot.
Itey Martino sat on his bed rereading a letter.
"Still tinkin about 'er?" asked Swifty.
"Yeah," replied Itey "I can't help it,"
"She'll come back," exclaimed Swifty patting him on his back "she promised."