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Chapter 5

Morgana zipped up the suitcase as she finished packing. She had thought over her plan for the last few days and after finding Emry's address, she had hoped to get the job done. Her client wanted it done as soon as possible. There was no reason to put it off any more.

She picked up her phone from the bedside table before slipping it into her handbag. She had managed to book a cheap flight form Dublin to London and at short notice as well. She was quite amazed at how she managed to do it.

She brought her bags to the door and waited by it for a knock. When she had told her sister of her plan, she had offered to take her to the airport. Morgana knew what she was doing. She wanted to make sure that she would be okay. Morgause had been worried about her since she gave her the news that Emrys was an assassin. They may have not been in each other's lives for long but they had certain made up for the time that was lost.

She smiled at her sister as she opened the door to met her stern face.

"Oh come on Morgause."

"I hate this."

"But you know why I do it."

"No, I don't. You don't know who did it so you can't avenge it. You have tried for years Morgana. You have never found out who was involved. You are going to get yourself killed before you find out."

"At least I would have tried."

Morgause sighed. "Come on, you'll miss your flight."

Morgana turned and grabbed her bags.


Her hotel room wasn't anything special but it was only for her to drop off her things and maybe stay the night. If she could, she would get the job over and done with before trying to get her flight swapped to an earlier time and be back at her flat tonight.

She unzipped her suitcase and dumped the clothes out of it before opening up the secret compartment. It had been specially made due to the restrictions of taking weapons on planes. None of the machines could detect them due to the metals that were used. The man who made it for her didn't ask her questions, so she thought it was best not to ask him any. As long as it did the job, it was fine.

She took out a small hand gun before placing it in to her handbag. She doubt that she would actually use it because it would cause a scene and there would be an investigation. Even how well she could clean it up, something may point to her. Morgause had managed to get her out of a few incidences but they were all in Ireland but London was a bit far afield for her influence.

She grabbed her phone and opened up maps before entering Emrys' address. It was time to get the job done.


Merlin stared at the nearly empty packet, his leg jittering. He really shouldn't have brought them. Freya had always hated him smoking. She was the one that had made him quit. She would always moan about the flat smelling of smoke and that fact that he would always taste like it as well.

He picked the second to last one out of the packet and lit it. She wasn't there to complain now.

He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking that way. He hated how much it hurt him still. It was six months ago. He should be over it. He had never been like this over a girl. He tried telling himself that it was because she was his first long-term relationship. He hated himself for her getting swept up into his life.

It hurt even more the lies that he had to tell people. It was easier to lie to Arthur and his friends but his mother had seen straight through them. He supposed that is what happens when your husband spent his life lying to her. But she never got hurt by his actions. Why did Freya have to?

He looked up at the buzzer went off. There was only a few people that knew his address for certain reasons. If he had a delivery, he would get it delivered to a storage box and meet the guy there. Uther knew but Arthur didn't. He would know eventually but for his safety at the moment, it was best that he didn't know.

Merlin stood up and walked cautiously towards the door. He was more curious about who was out there then worried. The one person that he had hoped wasn't out there was Uther. It wasn't usual that he would give him a social call but after his phone call, he had been worried about what the backlash could be.

He slide the chain off its hook and placed his hand on the handle. If he knew who was on the other side, he would have kept the chain on. He opened the door a crack to see if he could see who it was but saw the door as it slammed into his face. He held his head in his hands, allowing the person in. He didn't even see their face before they knocked him out.


He shook his head as he woke up. All he could feel was the throbbing pain on his forehead. He firstly thought it was a headache before he remembered about the door hitting him. He tried to raise his hand to place it on the area that hurt but found them tied together behind his back.

Great. He thought to himself.

Merlin opened his eyes to see the back of a woman. He stared at her for a bit, trying to work out who the hell she could be.

"Good, you're awake. Now do you wish to be called Emrys or Merlin?" She said as she turned to him.

He could feel his open hang open before he started to laugh.

"I don't understand. Why are you laughing? I don't think that there is anything funny about this situation."

"Well do you want to be called Le Fay or Morgana?" He carried on chuckling. "We have both been so stupid."

"A fellow Irishman. Now that was something I didn't expect. So you know about me?"

"Oh yeah, I know about you." He gestured the wall to his right with his head.

She moved from her position and looked at the wall. By the look on her face, she hadn't realised that it was there when she had dragged him in there and tied him up.

"I believe we have been hired to kill each other."