Retaliation

Chapter 43 Some Answers, A Lot Of Questions

We all got back in the car and followed Sharon to her house in High Town. Thankfully, no one seemed to be following us. There weren't even any other cars in the streets. It was quiet, almost to quiet for a busy city with a large bounty for us. You would think there would be people out everywhere looking for us, lurking in the shadows, but there wasn't even that. 

Something wasn't right. 

It didn't take us long to get to Sharon's place. We quickly parked the car and funneled in the door, keeping our heads down. Sharon's place was huge. There were display casings everywhere that were lit up with neon lights. There were suits of armor, ancient weapons, and famous paintings, all things you would expect a very rich person to showcase. 

"Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well," Sam said. 

"I thought if I had to hustle I might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much you can get for a real Monet?" 

"Deactivate your hustle mode, you sell fake Monet's." 

"No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics." Zemo explained. 

"It's true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this." Bucky added. 

"Damn," I whispered under my breath. 

"Ok, I get it guys, you're more worldly than good ol' Sam," Sam shouted as he pulled out his phone. 

"Yeah. What's Google say?" Bucky smiled as he walked past him. 

"Hey, come on! You guys need to change!" Sharon shouted. "I'm hosting clients in an hour." 

"Please tell me you have something other than a dress and heels for me," I said. I looked down at my banged-up feet. I was still walking around fucking barefoot.

"Don't you worry. I have something for everybody." 

We all walked into the living room and Sharon brought out racks full of various styles of clothes. I immediately walked over and started browsing for some jeans. I found a black pair in my size and matched it with a black long sleeve shirt. I saw a dark green army-style jacket and grabbed that as well. I snagged my size of combat boots and practically ran into a separate room to change. 

I couldn't get that dress off of me fast enough as I ripped it off my body. I looked at myself in the mirror and touched the necklace that I had hidden underneath my dress. I took Jasmine's bracelet out of my pocket and put it back on my wrist. I had lost a few pounds since the funeral. I wasn't at an unhealthy weight but I was nowhere near where I was and wanted to be. I wasn't eating or training as much as I should have been. I just no longer had the motivation to do anything since my partner was no longer here. 

At least my foreign blood in this atmosphere keeps me in enough shape to out skill most. I quickly put on my clothes and tucked my necklace underneath my shirt. I walked into the bathroom real quick and took out my contacts, taking out my fake blue eyes to reveal my more vibrant ones. I put them in the cleaning case as I took out and put on my other pair. 

When I walked back out Sam was standing there shirtless still looking through the rack. Bucky and Zemo were sitting on the couch already dressed and waiting for Sharon to come back out. I sat down next to Bucky. 

"You doing ok?" I asked him. 

"Yeah." 

"Much better," Sharon said as she walked back into the room eyeing Sam who was still shirtless. 

"What's going on Sharon? You don't ever want to come back home?" He asked. 

"They'll lock me up if I ever step foot back in the States. Madripoor doesn't allow extradition."