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 𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Although she's checked out of the hospital, Nora was on a twenty four hour watch between Clara and Elliot. They wouldn't let her do any work on her own, and now Nora was getting antsy. Not only was she not working, she hadn't seen or heard from Alfie since she was in the hospital. He sent a telegram informing her he was dealing with business and that he'd come see her soon. Thinking about Alfie ameliorated her antsy behavior, their kiss in the hospital spoke volumes and she couldn't wait to kiss him again. If anything she was becoming anxious that he didn't want to see her anymore because she was high maintenance, or carried too much baggage.

Nora decided to stay at the opalite after hours for a client's event. She lingers in the back as the guests sing, dance and drink the night away. Her eyes fell on Clara and Elliot dancing together, and her heart melted. To see Clara letting loose and smiling made Nora happy. This event was able to have Nora clear her mind from everything and just be present for once. The only thing that would make this moment better was Alfie.

Nora pours a drink behind the bar, sighing as two men approach the bar. "Gentlemen, I'm off the clock. I'd advise you to make your way to the open bar over there." The men look at each other and then back at Nora, "We're here for you sorciere." The accent registers with Nora almost immediately as she slowly puts her glass down, "Y'know...the last time two of your kind showed up with bad intentions they ended up dead." "You picked the wrong side of this war sorciere." "What side? I'm on my own side." "You've been spotted with Alfie Solomons on multiple occasions. He supplies rum to your enterprises." "I have yet to see the issue. I have nothing to do with this war. Alfie is my friend. Darby Sabini threatened me and sent two men to kill me. One has common courtesy, the other does not. Can you two geniuses tell me who is who?" She downs her drink as she motions towards the exit. "Get out." The two men laugh before one points a gun towards her, "Sabini wants to see you, half-caste, and he's not asking." Nora plasters a small smile, "So we know it's not Sabini with the manners." She sighs looking around for Clara and Elliot. "Let's go." She walks around the bar to approach the exit. One of the men grabs her by the arm and she elbows his chest curtly. "I'm going willingly, am I not? Don't fucking touch me."

The two men escort her out of the opalite and they walk along the brisk streets of London. Nora swallowed hard, realizing how long they'd been walking. She wasn't going to see Sabini; if she didn't act she would be reunited with her birth mother in the afterlife. She remained calm as she registered the weapons on her person. No guns, only pins and blades. They approach an alley. "Well shit." Nora mumbles. She spins around to start running but the two push her down to her ground, her back to them. "We have our orders, madam." Nora fumbles with her blade, counting down in her head.

Three, two, one.

Nora takes her blade and slices one her attackers neck, causing him to bleed out. The other attacker shoves her against the wall as she loses her blade. Nora took the other's armed hand and played tug of war with him. She lifts his arm to the sky as he clears his cylinder. She takes a pin out of her hair and stabs him in the eye. He tries to run but she doesn't let him escape; she picks up her knife and stabs him in the back seven times until he slides to the ground. She slides her pin out of his eye and cleans it with his coat. She groans in frustration observing the bodies. She had to dispose of them. She inhales sharply as she drags the men behind the alley. She searches them for a flask and matches. She drenches them the best she can and lights them on fire. She watches the bodies become engulfed in flames as she rushes home. At this point she realized that she had to go see Sabini, and finish him herself. She was tired. For the first time Eleanora Gray was considering offense.