An adventurous assassin gets called to Small Heath to kill Thomas Shelby. She soon learns just how much the decision to accept this mission changes her. Thomas Shelby stirs long unfelt feelings, and she struggles to decide the fate of her future.
Ann stood against the railing of the third floor balcony in the Fine Art Collective Museum.
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She browsed the crowds of people dispersed across the first and second floors as they observed the different exhibits, trying to determine the story the art pieces told. Despite the tranquility of the scene, that would usually be a source of calm for Ann, her heart was racing.
After Thomas left her a couple mornings ago, her first order of business was contacting her agency. Like she did after every job, she used the culper code to communicate her change of intentions and the reasonable vicinity of her location for the assigning of her next target. Then she contacted Thomas and invited him to the museum for the day. For someone of her status in her agency, new targets were assigned every few months after the completion of a job. Yet her nerves crowded her thoughts.
What was she doing? She never deviated from the anonymity of her job by choice. She became someone else, she learned the bounds of her target, and then either killed them or immediately left the country of her assignment. That had been her routine for years, it was what kept her alive. This could ruin her. Thomas Shelby could ruin everything.
At that thought, Thomas Shelby himself walked through the doors of the museum, and Ann sighed. She could leave now, make it to Paris by the end of the day, and immerse herself in the ever-growing culture of the country to forget this strange period of her life. She watched him look around the museum, and then settle - with his hands in the pockets of his trousers - in front of one of the many sculptures displayed in the open entrance of the building. The rationality of her mind was quickly overpowered by the physicality of her feet that began moving, across the third floor and then slowly down the stairs. She stood behind Thomas, looking at the piece of art - a rendering of three female figures in the throws of different activities - over his shoulder.
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"The three fates of Destiny." Ann finally said, and Thomas turned around. He cast a subtle glance down the length of her body.
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