He's never late. Somethin' big must be happenin' tonight. Good night ta follow the bastard. Once her target had sat down inside the carriage, Mayhem darted towards it, silently hopping on the back as it started moving down the street. Tonight she was going to avenge her partner's death. Her best friend had died in vain, and no matter what the police said, May knew the truth. She knew who was responsible. Christopher Fox had to die.
Mayhem strained to hear what Fox was discussing above her, but the hooves of the horses were too loud, and she could only make out a word here and there. She heard something about meeting somewhere and that there was to be a big pay off.
The carriage ride seemed to last forever. Just as May thought her legs were going to fall off from crouching down for so long, the horses finally started to slow down, and May hopped off before they stopped, hiding in the shadows once she did.
"Mr. Fox," a lanky man greeted.
"I take it everything is in order," Christopher barked as he stepped out of the carriage.
The man stepped back and nodded. "Yes sir, all set for your approval."
"Good. Have the men start loading then. Once I inspect the goods I want them ready to be shipped out immediately," he ordered.
"Yes, right away sir."
The man retreated his steps and hustled to gather the others. Meanwhile Christopher crossed his arms and started to walk towards the loading dock. If all went well he would be an ever richer man tomorrow morning.
Mayhem saw her chance. If she reached Fox before he was out of her
sight, she could take him down without him even knowing what was coming.
Silently she crept towards him, glancing to her right and left as she did,
making sure no one else was around.
Once she was close enough, Mayhem drew her arm back and hit him
fiercely on the back of his neck, sending Christopher to his knees.
"What the hell?!" he cried, grabbing his neck in anguish.
"Yer the asshole that killed a good friend of mine, and now it
happens to be your turn to suffer," she said through clenched teeth.
Christopher craned his neck just far enough to see his attacker and
cackled. "You? The bitch that hung around that guy that never spoke. Oh, this is
lovely," he said sarcastically through the ever-present pain. Slowly he stood up
and turned to face her.
The rest seemed to flash right before Mayhem's eyes. She went after
him again, but two dark figures pulled her back, thrusting her arms behind her
back.
Christopher stood up and grinned. "Well, now you can join your
pathetic friend. Boys, tie her up over there. We'll leave this to handle once
the job is finished. Nothing gets us off schedule!"