Emilia Vos & The Swipers' Tale

Part 10: It's a lovely night to die

Emilia did not feel better. She currently stood in all black with a ward-infused hoodie covering her head. The outfit made of bite-proof material should make her feel powerful, but it didn't. Instead, she felt like she was playing a part in a movie. The current soundtrack the knucklehead mods were playing into her earpiece didn't really help matters either.

Were these guys stuck in the '90s or something?  

She could take No Doubt's Just a Girl with a smirk.  But Troy trying to dub Will Smith's Men in Black for her is a little bit too much.

"Here comes Emilia in black.  Emilia in Black.  London human defender. She won't let monsters defeat her," Troy sang in her ear.

"For fucks sake," Emilia hissed in a low tone. "Can you please stop?"

The music stopped. There seemed to be a little bit of a scuffle before silence. It passed for a few moments.

"Sorry, thought it'd help pump you up," Troy stated. "Looks like you are close to the entry point."

Emilia nodded. Her stomach clenched, and her throat went dry. She knew he did not need her to speak.

"Let's go through a quick check before entry," Troy continued in a voice that almost put Emilia at ease. "Watch."

Emilia looked down at her wrist. They had taken the watch off of Jayden and reloaded it earlier.

"On," she responded.

"Baby guns."

"Troy, they aren't baby guns."

A scoff sounded on the other side. "Please respond appropriately for weapons check so that we can finish this quickly. I repeat, baby guns."

Emilia let out a hiss as she took two guns out from their holsters on her side. She checked them. "Guns loaded."

"Badass sword provided generously by your mods."

Emilia rolled her eyes and touched the hilt of a blade attached to her belt. She pulled the hilt off of her belt and a blade extended to the length of a sword. Emilia rotated it before pressing a button to return it to its original size and placed it back on her belt.

She smiled. "Check."

"Hoodie."

Emilia moved her head around. She felt the hoodie slip slightly, so she pulled its strings to tie them into a double knotted bow.

"Secure," Emilia responded.

"Alphie cannot read you. Your dad did a good job on that ward."

"Fuck yeah," Emilia muttered, making Troy chuckle.

Emilia put her hand in her pocket and pulled out her lipstick. She placed the purple shade on her lips, then began to walk. Her mind began to fuzz as she moved closer to the entry.

"You need to remember to breathe," Troy whispered to her.  "That'll be the only way to keep your magic flowing the way you need it to.  This won't be like the vampires in the alley."

Emilia inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She could feel her muscles begin to relax.

"Remember, he invited you. So, there is no real concern of anyone attacking you right away."

Emilia nodded. She took another deep breath in and let it out slowly as she walked. "Let's go," she muttered.

Emilia's eyebrows furrow together as the sound of a guitar starts before Troy sings, "yeah."

"Are you serious?" Emilia groaned.

"Let's go!" Troy cheers into her ear. "If they want it, you can give it, cut their throats. You're about to fuck the operation up. Let's go!"