Another time, another day, Zhavi would have fired something back at his complaint regarding her name. Right then? She didn't quite dare. Not about something so trivial.
She followed him, for once, stepping up alongside him like it was her place. Like he hadn't just shot at her. Not like she hadn't done crazier things; flipping on someone, for example, required you to be just peachy with the idea of working for someone who may have been trying to kill you. Today? He was fracturing, and that put her ill at ease.
"Aye," she said, swallowing her comments about his comments. Her knees felt watery. Her head was near empty but for the rushing flow of blood.
What a rush.
She stepped past him, taking the lead. Most days she liked being in the lead, but there was a spot between her shoulders that crawled. She was taken with the notion of him shooting her in that spot, just aim and bam, no more Zhi. How much would that hurt?
She didn't look back on purpose.
He could climb, she'd seen him climb, so the first good handhold she saw she took, hoisting herself up hand over hand, foot over foot. They hit the top, and she started running. She kept them low, as out of sight from the street as she could muster. Once they were a pier across onto another spire, she lead him into an old stone building -- one used for storage. One not kept very well secured. It was damp, musty, stank of mildew and rat droppings. It was quiet, cool, and totally empty.
"Workers come in once a day, late night." It was one of Skarp's dropoffs, one that Zhi delivered to fairly frequently. She knew their schedules backwards and forwards; they'd come in on the guard's blindspot.
She followed him, for once, stepping up alongside him like it was her place. Like he hadn't just shot at her. Not like she hadn't done crazier things; flipping on someone, for example, required you to be just peachy with the idea of working for someone who may have been trying to kill you. Today? He was fracturing, and that put her ill at ease.
"Aye," she said, swallowing her comments about his comments. Her knees felt watery. Her head was near empty but for the rushing flow of blood.
What a rush.
She stepped past him, taking the lead. Most days she liked being in the lead, but there was a spot between her shoulders that crawled. She was taken with the notion of him shooting her in that spot, just aim and bam, no more Zhi. How much would that hurt?
She didn't look back on purpose.
He could climb, she'd seen him climb, so the first good handhold she saw she took, hoisting herself up hand over hand, foot over foot. They hit the top, and she started running. She kept them low, as out of sight from the street as she could muster. Once they were a pier across onto another spire, she lead him into an old stone building -- one used for storage. One not kept very well secured. It was damp, musty, stank of mildew and rat droppings. It was quiet, cool, and totally empty.
"Workers come in once a day, late night." It was one of Skarp's dropoffs, one that Zhi delivered to fairly frequently. She knew their schedules backwards and forwards; they'd come in on the guard's blindspot.
