The Grey Storm

15

Ravens and Claws
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Isamiona sat on the settee facing the window, watching Iseul and Hyo in deep conversation in their room. From across the granny flat balcony, swirling her vodka in the glass tapping her finger against the armrest impatiently. "Miss Rosemary, we're ready."

"You're new," she said without looking back at to see the voice behind her, the man watched her watching her said parents like if she's watching the city burn down below her. The frightening aura she has in that tiny body made him nervous, "Yes, I'm Kim Hyeong, but I go by Rouge. Mister Won has some matters in Avignon, so I'll be your driver for now." Rouge bowed lowly looking at his feet like Won told him to, but catching the silver glint of her eyes like two pale moons shining against her reflection watching her said parents as she caught him staring as he looked down again. Isamiona hummed downing the last bit of her drink placing it on the coffee table below her, "I'm here to bring news that Mister Won wanted to share but circumstances wouldn't let him,"

"I see. . ." she said pouring herself another glass, "Proceed," pouring a drink for him. Reaching out her arm for him to fetch, Rouge hesitantly pointed at the TV. "C-Can I use it?" he hurried behind the TV for the USB port and plug it in, "Go ahead," taking the glass with both hands and bows gratefully before switching on the TV with a remote, Isamiona caught a cigarette with her lips then lighting it. Rouge went to the folder where Won told him to go, "Um, Mister Won found something a week ago on our docks. Containers belonging to the King Killers Dragons but on Raven turfs," he started going through a slide showing pictures of seven images of four Dragons that she recognized, downing his drink forcefully causing Isamiona to lift a brow at him amused. "What's in there?" Rouge took a deep breath in and sigh, "Trafficking,"

She hummed in thought and listened on, "Drugs or Sex?" she asked calmly not even surprised but to her surprise Rouge took her bottle of vodka and took long sips pointing a finger at her to pause. Lifting a brow surprised and amused, watching him who took a small break for air continued. Then he put the bottle down and sigh, "Black marketing for Organs and Sex trafficking Ring." using the remote to press for the slide to change as gory images popped up filling more information, Rouge turned his back and sigh more. Tapping her ash into the ashtray, humming in thought. But the last image saw a guy with now face revealed just his lower torso rolling up his bloody sleeve posing without his "partners" in this crime. Isamiona stare at the screen for a long time with wide eyes, Rouge turned around tipsy but saw the soft innocence in her eyes or was he getting tipsy. "Can we not? I'm not into gore—" Isamiona put her hand up to silence him, staring a few more before blinking then tapping on her screen dialing a number. "How long before import and export collection?"

"Every second week of the new month,"

"Security?"

"Tight every three days, weak on Saturday." the other line answered, Isamiona beat them before they could speak. "It's me. Gather some boys. We got treasure to loot," then hang up, Rouge whine sulking obviously light weight drinker fishing a whole bottle of vodka to himself. "I won't be here in a week, I need to regain a tight grip on my leash." twirling her finger for him to turn around which he did obediently as she wrapped the underscarf throwing a black Kedaat over, strapping a bulletproof vest underneath her white polo neck jersey. Throwing over a matching black trenchcoat, looking at Rouge who was useless to do his job. "Stay," she ordered walking to the door and closing it behind him, going downstairs as her brothers were sleeping on the couch. Walking into the Manor's back garden, seeing Iseul leaning on the balcony swirling his glass of whiskey looking down at  Isamiona.

Looking up at him as she's a distance from his balcony, she scoffed flipping him off with double middle fingers. Smirking to see his confused face, walking around the manor instead of a into by the garage. Walking through it to the other exit, glaring at the bodyguards who stopped her. "Detroupa, un mense Iseul welt untra waade tro," (Disappointing, how Iseul changed security around here,) she said looking at the Korean men, pressing her Kobe bead as they swiftly pulled out their guns on her. Unfazed by their hostility as Iseul didn't tell his Korean staff about her, shoving her hands in her pocket. "We really doing this?" she looked at them, grinning while kicking a stone with the toe of her boot which the leader shot near her feet in warning. "Okay," she nodded. But someone ran in front of her, "Uwa, uwa gidalyeol!" (Whoa, Whoa, wait!) looking at the figure holding the bodyguards was Dae-Myung. Hissing in annoyance, seems like she's is not the only one going out late at night anymore. "Haji anhda! Geunyeoneun Iseul-ui ttal-ibnida!" (No! She's Iseul's daughter!) explaining to the guards as they lowered their weapons. "Ratalia sukke Maeshi," (Racists pieces of shits,) she cursed shaking her head.

"You alright?" he turned around to look at her, fixing her Kedaat with no expression on her face but there was clearly a scorn look. "Thank you, but I did not know I need hostility in my own house. Move!" she walked pass knocking her shoulder hard against Dae-Myung's, flicking her hand as the guards parted way for her. "I'm already late,"

"Isamiona wait!" Dae-Myung called out to her, but she kept on walking to the black SUV. As her guards were walking towards her after hearing a gunshot, "I'm fine, let's go." she ordered them back into the car, closing the door behind her as she saw Dae-Myung looking at her and Isamiona looked back at him.