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Now on to the show.

The bag was whisked off Jinx's head, allowing her to see Zed and Jhin standing before her. She tried moving her arms, but they were tied to her chair. A rag was tied across her mouth, prohibiting speech as well. She struggled for a bit, but nothing gave way. You better get me out of this Fishbones. She thought irritably. I'm the only one who understands you.

"It was unnecessary." Jhin said. "She can be trusted."

"I do not even trust you completely." Zed said testily. "I have not forgotten what you have attempted in the past."

Jhin tilted his head, and Jinx heard a soft chuckle. "I was going to make you art."

Zed whirled on him, his blades inches from his neck. "If the Cabal had not given me what they had in exchange, you would still be on that train. Sliced completely in two."

"Artists fall before their prime more often than you think." Jhin whispered, a touch rasped but never flinching. "But their art is immortal. If your goal is revenge, then perhaps one day you will get it. But it will not reverse what I have created. Besides, you've created quite a bit of art yourself since we last spoke."

"I do not kill for pleasure." Zed turned to Jinx. "I kill to conquer, and to hold." He knelt down and tore the rag from Jinx's mouth.

"Yes!" Jinx suddenly said.

"What? I haven't even started the interrogation."

"I've always wanted a hunky ninja husband!"

Zed was on his feet in an instant. "That was not a proposal. I was only removing your gag, and you will answer my questions."

"Anything for my hunk of a ninja hubby." Jinx ogled Zed's body with an intensity that made some of his acolytes take a step backwards.

Zed's eyes narrowed. "How much has Jhin told you of the Cabal?"

"I'd like a cabal of hours with you." Jinx breathed.

Zed growled and put one of his blades to Jinx's neck. "You will take this seriously, or I will spill your blood across the floor."

"That's hot." A lustful blush came to her pale face, and she continued. "I've always dreamed of being tied to a chair while being told what to do by a muscular guy. And you do it so much better than Fishbones."

Zed shuddered. He took a very long step away and told one of his ninja. "He was telling the truth. She knows nothing."

"Are we to release her?"

Zed shook his head. "Not while she's anywhere in the temple. Dump her outside and we will move on with the Cabal's plan."

"If I can interject." Jhin interrupted. "Jinx has a very special set of skills that can prove useful. She is an artist like me, but where I am surgical, she goes for maximum damage. For this particular assignment she will be invaluable."

Zed looked at Jinx again. "Is this true?"

"Huh?" Jinx blinked, "Oh, my bad. I was staring at your muscles. Did you say something?"

Zed turned back to Jhin; "If you are bringing her on, then I expect double what the Cabal has given me."

Jhin shrugged. "They give me a hefty allowance for art supplies, in this case I think it will pay for itself."

"Then release her and catch her up with the plan. I have other matters to attend to." Zed passed Jhin before vanishing into the shadows.

Jhin sighed and walked up to Jinx. "You really shouldn't fluster him like that. The lad nearly blushed." He knelt and started untying her arms first.

"Not my fault he's so hot." She rubbed her sore wrists. "Also it's his mask, masks are just hot, you know? Never know what's underneath."

"Fascinating." Jhin untied her ankles, marveling at the simplicity of the knots. "I imagine that wasn't your motivation for helping me back in Piltover."

Jinx laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, there are plenty of reasons I find you unattractive."

Jhin rolled his eyes. "That wasn't what I asked, but fine."

"You're scrawny, pale, annoying, crazy," She used her fingers to keep track as she went. "You never listen to other people, you wear a stupid costume, you talk too much, and you take your art too seriously."

Jhin's only visible eye was half lidded in annoyance. "That sounds a lot like a certain blue-haired girl I've been traveling with." He said dryly.

"Yeah, I know."

"And you would use those specific traits to describe me?"

"Pfft, you think I like myself?" Jinx chuckled. "What made you think that?" Her gaze snapped to the far wall so quickly that Jhin jumped. "Where's Fishbones and his crew?"

"In the temple's storeroom." Jhin supplied. "We can retrieve your items as we discuss the plan."

"Another question, where are we?"

"Abandoned water temple. Zed's Order of Shadows is using it as a temporary base ever since they took us here."

"Were we kidnapped? That's been another of my fantasies."

"No…" Jhin said slowly. "The Cabal has connections. They likely hired Zed and his ninja to rescue us from the law enforcement."

"Then why did they put a bag on my head? Felt like a kidnapping. And the rag to knock me out… seemed redundant."

"Zed is concerned about security it seems, despite this temple being in plain view he thinks we are hidden here. In my line of work you know that you are never hidden for long."

Jinx sighed loudly. "Can we just get my stuff? And what's this plan you guys have been blabbing about?"

"The Cabal wishes for a member of the Ionian High Council to be assassinated. She has been a thorn in their side for an unfortunate amount of time."

"Who are we blowing up?"

Jhin reached in his shirt and pulled out a parchment. "Her name is Karma." He handed it to her. "We will strike in a few days."

Jinx took the portrait and looked it over. "Can't they do it themselves?"

"They don't want the murder to be linked to them. And besides, it provides an outlet for my artistic desires." He looked at her, his eye half-crazed. "Wouldn't you want the chance to make your mark, on the largest canvas in Ionia. Where everyone will see it, will know your name."

"Fishbones!" Jinx cried as Jhin pushed open the doors to the storeroom. "I missed you so much!" She bowled Jhin over trying to get to her beloved weapon. "Are you hurt? Can I get you something?"

She puppeted a response from Fishbones. "Wow Jinx, I'm so happy you actually care! After all the times you've been mean to me I thought you actually—"

"Okay now don't get all hungry for attention, nobody like that." Jinx interrupted as she grabbed Pow-Pow. "Hey Pow-Pow, I'm back! How are the kids? Oh right you spit them at people and kill them, how would you know how they're doing?"

"If you're done, we need to get moving. Preparations take time and we need every second we can." Jhin was standing in the doorway, clearly impatient.

"Nah you go on ahead I'll catch up. Besides it's not like I need to know the plan, or remember it even if ya told me. Just tell me what to shoot at on the day, and then we'll get along fine."

Jhin's eye twitched. "After all we've done, you still don't see the value of planning a performance?"

"Nope." Jinx said brightly. "Now leave me alone, I'm trying to find Zap. He's probably off doing something irresponsible." She sniffed and wiped away a spontaneous tear. "I'm so proud."

Jhin turned to leave and felt Whisper beneath his cloak. His dream returned to his mind unbidden, and while he balked at the idea, he couldn't help but wonder if the time to create his largest masterpiece would overlap with the time to create his magnum opus. Art of an artist.