Monday, January 9, 2017


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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