Sindra glared at the weak sunlight now entering her room, just as she finished sorting her knife collection on the motel floor. It turned out that she had woken up several hours ago in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep afterwards, so she had decided to do something productive instead.
But a half hour later, the minuscule sunlight vanished and was replaced by dark clouds, dark enough that Sindra had to turn on a lamp. Then the rain began, and she was at peace.
Sindra didn't have to deliver her client's proof to Nevada until Monday, which was in four days. So she would remain here in rainy and balmy Florida until then. No point in going anywhere else for that specific time.
In the meantime, Sindra began to pack her things so she could leave this motel and possibly stay somewhere better. And just to get away from the noisy couple next door... although they had managed to stay quiet for the rest of the night. She could definitely tell that she had done quite a number on the man in particular. Even though she was an experienced killer, she didn't wish to try her luck by staying near them in case he wanted to attack her, nor did Sindra feel like killing some drunken local.
So she waited until the rain had settled to a calm sprinkle, left her room key on the dresser, then grabbed her things and left. She walked down the stairs and entered the parking lot, throwing her bag in the back instead of in the trunk of her truck. Sindra started the engine and allowed the AC to transition from cool to lukewarm, then backed out of her spot and left the gloomy motel behind her.
Sindra wished she could leave Florida altogether, but she had to wait four more days. She supposed it was good that she had some extra time to do whatever she wanted, since she hadn't actually needed to give herself a week to find a silver-poisoned werewolf in broad daylight. And it was also good that she had once again beat her anonymous hunter competitors to the Everglades; it was such a problem nowadays because the price on werewolf bounties had skyrocketed, so more and more hunters had joined in to get more money. Now Sindra had more rivals than ever before, which only continued to slim down her chances of finding the one true werewolf that she had to hunt down before the others did.
Traffic was light as Sindra drove into Fort Lauderdale, but the rain only continued to progress until it was pouring buckets on the road. She quickly found a Hilton hotel and sighed as she pulled into the parking garage, thankful that she wouldn't have to get wet after all. It wasn't like she should care anyway; she fought and killed werewolves for a living, and usually exposed herself to much worse elements during those hunts.
Sindra eventually parked her truck at a spot that was conveniently close to the elevators, then grabbed her two bags and glass-like box of the elevator lobby. She stepped into the next available one and punched the button that would take her to the hotel's main lobby, then walked inside after the doors opened.
Getting a room was surprisingly easy and not as costly as she thought it would be, since she would be staying for four nights.
She closed her door and locked it as soon as she got in, then unpacked her weapons and lay them all out. Every single knife blade was made of pure silver, from the smallest pocketknife to her falchions, which she had left at home because it would've been too bulky to pack. Not to mention that it would've raised a lot of suspicion, of course.
The rainy day crawled on slowly, and water didn't stop pouring out of the sky once, only calming down every once in a while to turn into a sprinkle. Sindra ended up staying in her room all day, laying low and organizing her weapons, and looking to contact another client for her next hunt. She usually communicated with clients through email and not text, since it was more confidential that way, rather than having private business constantly showing up on her phone's home screen.
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Sinnamon
ActionTwenty-two year old Sindra 'Sinnamon' Watts is an exceptionally experienced werewolf hunter, traveling cross-country to hunt the legendary species for reward money... and to find the very beast that had failed to kill her eight years ago. In the und...