Severine stood in the open door all in black leather with a
long coat on, hood up over her head and even black gloves with the fingers
gone. She held the doors open, cool blue eyes scanned the room. They stopped at
Bryon who could only stare back at her mesmerized. Seeing her in the flesh did
things to him that he wished like hell didn’t affect him. He still saw the pain in those eyes, but also
saw a new determination in them also. She was after something and he would
place money down that he knew what it was.
The videos he saw of her did not justice to the women that
stood there now. She had long legs, narrow waist, and breasts that could fill
his hands nicely. He couldn’t clearly see her face, but he had a good idea from
what he saw as to what she looked like. He knew she has an oval face that
belonged to an angel yet turned into the devil. Not that he could blame her for
it.
She moved her eyes from him and they landed on the very man
he got told about that could get him information that the Nations worked damn
at keeping from the worlds. Only Bryon watched her walk down the steps into the
bar and right over the man in the corner. Right before sitting down she glanced
over her shoulder, those eyes locking with his again.
What they talked about, he could only guess. The manner in
which the conversation seemed to be taking a turn for had Bryon finishing his
drink quickly, then moving away from the bar for a better angel in the place.
He watched everyone around and saw something strange or more like fishy from
the bar tender. She kept looking over at the same table, the table that
Severine sat at, then her eyes would move to the entrance of the bar. If he had
to take a huge guess, then Bryon would say she just called in Severine’s
arrival. Bet a nice little bounty is now out which is going to make his job a
bit harder now.
Then the shit started to hit the fan.
Severine stood up, grabbing the guy she had been talking to
by the front of his jacket. She pulled him to his feet and the guards of the
Nations instantly came through the doors. Bryon stood and readied himself for a
fight.
She stilled, looked over at the guards quickly coming inside
with weapons drawn then she hit the guy she had been talking to hard enough for
him to go down. Swinging around guns turned up in both of her hands. She aimed
and started shooting at the men that walked into the bar.
Instant chaos and disorder broke out. Women began screaming
and other guys that were sitting and drinking stood up to join in the fight.
With so much going on at once, Bryon lost sight of Severine. A rouge shot flew
by his head causing him to bring his own gun out and firing back.
He dodged to the right, shooting without really aiming at
anything. Taking hold of a table he tipped it over and hid behind him. Bullets
pelted off the wood. He shot back but didn’t really hit anything or anyone.
Without really meaning to, Bryon ended up drawn into the gun fight, his
attention no longer on where or what Severine might be doing at the moment. The
main focus for now is not getting shot by these stupid pricks that couldn’t
seem to aim for shit. And why in hell are they here to begin with? As far as
Bryon knew the Nations was keeping all of this tight lipped. Guess that is out
the door.
From the corner of his eye he saw that guy she was talking
to crawl towards the back of the bar. With his head down, he stood up and
dashed behind the counter, then a door opened and closed. The chicken shit is
making a run for it.
Bryon was about to turn back to the fighting and scane the
room as best as he could to find her, when from the corner of his eye again he
caught moment heading to the back of the bar. This time it was her. With the
guards busy shooting it out with the regular bar customers, no one noticed her
leave, but him. He shot once more then on his own hands and knees followed.
Behind the bar hiding was the same girl he talked to just a short time ago.
“Smart move calling them in,” he said to her.
“I didn’t know,” she cried out.
“Well what the hell did you think was going to happen?
They’d walk in and say please put your hands up and come with us?” shaking his
head he went through the back door then stood up.
An old kitchen was in the back of the bar. Bryon walked past
stoves that looked like they hadn’t been used in years. To the very back he
went and out the door into an ally. He put his gun away, turned right and found
himself on the main street. Quickly he looked left and right with a small
amount of hope that he might see her or even that guy for that matter. As luck
would have it he saw them both running down the sidewalk, in and out of people.
Her chasing him.
Bryon went after them both. He ran down the sidewalk, also
moving in and out of the thickness of people. One lady almost knocked him over
by not moving out of the way. Her curses he heard the rest of the way down the
block.
To the left they went, and then he heard the loud bang of a
gun go off. People screamed and moved away fast. By the time Bryon got to the
scene men from the Nations were already there, taking over.
Working to catch his breath, he looked around the crowed. He
tried to find her, but with the thickness of people he just couldn’t really see
any faces clearly. Moving away from the scene, he looked at the buildings and
tried to think if he was her where would she go. He knew that she would want to
stay close enough to see things, yet hidden at the same time.
Turning in a circle, checking everything out, he finally
spotted a place and if his eyes weren’t fucking with him, he thinks he saw her
head around the corner also. He wasn’t sure if she saw him looking in her
direction or not, so he worked to act natural and made his way through the
people and across the street to the ally hidden by a tall building.
Alert, but not bringing his weapon out, Bryon walked down
the alley slowly, his eyes on everything, his senses on high alert. About
halfway down the alley the distinct sound of a gun cocking halted his steps.
When he felt the end of it press to the back of his head, Bryon raised his arms
up in the air to show her he was unarmed.
“Why you following me?” she demeaned.
“The Nations sent me.”
“Then you’re a dead man.”
“So I’ve heard,” he slowly turned around in order to face
her. The first real look at her face stole his breath and maybe a bit of his
heart as well. Beauty didn’t do her justice really, but exhausted did. She had
dark circles under her eyes, telling him that she’s been running on fumes for
the past few days. Even with their training they still had to get sleep after
so many hours awake. “You’re about to drop. I’m only here to help.”
“Bullshit,” she pressed the gun harder into the side of his
head. “You want the bounty, just the other assholes out there.”
“If I wanted the damn bounty, then I could’ve shot you back
in the bar when you came in.” that statement he saw a change in her eyes.
“Look, I don’t give a shit about why the Nations want you back or why you left.
Hell, I don’t trust them any more than you do, but if you keep going then
they’re going to get their hands back on you. How long has it been since you’ve
really slept or eaten anything?”
“None of your fucking business.”
Bryon slapped the gun from his head, grabbed hold of it and
twisted it from her grip, then took both of her arms, swung her around and
slammed her up against the wall of one of the buildings. Before she could
reacted he had her own gun up against her forehead.
“Have I made my point now?” he asked. “I shouldn’t have been
able to do that Severine.”
“You know my name?” she frowned. “Though I was only a number
to you guys.”
Bryon uncocked the gun, let it drop in his hand and handed
it back to her butt end first. “I’m not here to take you in or hurt you. I just
want to help.”
“Why?” she took the gun back and it hung to her side.
“Because I’m just as tired of the control the Nations have
on us all. I use to be like you once, and because of that they think they still
have control over me. I saw in your eyes the same thing I saw in my own years
ago.”
“And what’s that?”
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