Without A Trace

Fifty-Nine.

William chuckles and walks over to the side of the warehouse, "Aye, was just waiting on her royal majesty to arrive," he says glancing towards the road. A carriage surrounded by coppers makes its way down the street, surrounded by crows of people.

"Well lets get on with it eh?" Anna says turning towards William, "I'm half fuckin frozen out here," she says stuffing her hands in her pockets.

"Was awfully easy to get this damn key," William said pulling it out of his pocket and unlocking the doors. "The coppers in this place are some of the most stupid and pitiful that I've ever seen," he says with a smirk.

Anna and Ivy slowly look over at me. I take a few puffs off my cigarette and glance between the two of them, "Don't look at me," I say holding my hands up, "I don't have nothing to do with me. Just my idiot husband," I say putting my hands down and putting my cigarette between my lips.

William pulls the door open as the girls and I slip inside. Upon our entrance we are greeted with two barrels pointed at us. Anna looks at the barrels and then back at the men with an unamused facial expression, "And what exactly are you planning on doing with this? Are you gonna fuckin shoot me?" She says as the men glance quickly between each other.

She sighs and takes a seat on an old dusty stool and lights a cigarette, "You two are the dumbest pair I've ever seen." She takes a long drag off her cigarette and crosses one leg over the other before casually pulling her gun out and pointing it at them, "Theres two of you, and four of us. So you must either be a sharpshooter, or, you're flat out fuckin stupid. And I'm going to guess its the second one."

William tilts his head to the side, "The lass has a very good point," he says with a smirk on his face as chuckles.

"You see boys," Anna says taking another drag off her cigarette, "my girls there already have their guns drawn at you under their coats. Not to mention I am drawn myself, and my good friend there is also drawn under his coat. So, if you two were smart, you'll put your guns down eh?" She says with a small smile as she flicks her ashes into the dirt next to her.

"I'd listen to her mate," William says in a loud whisper with a cracked smile.

They pause in a standoff for what seems like an eternity, but I'm sure was only a few moments. One of them fires causing the rest of us to fire at them. They drop to the ground lifeless as blood starts to stain the straw and dirt under them.

"Son of a bitch!" William yells as he holds his shoulder. "Fucker got me," he says as he pushes a handkerchief against the wound. Anna walks over there, stepping over the bodies in her path as she makes her way over to William and helps him tie a tourniquet around his wound to stop the bleeding for now.

Ivy wipes blood off of her cheek from a bullet that grazed her face. She winces at the pain and the burning sensation, "That was awfully fuckin close if you ask me." She says before kneeling down and digging through their pockets.

I follow suit and pull off their boots and their coats, exposing more of their pockets and also to make the disposing process easier. Ivy pulls out their wallets and starts to rummage through them. ID cards, old tattered pictures of loved ones, old betting stubs that are useless, but no indication of who they work for. She takes the ID cards and puts them in her pocket, "I'll have Aurthur look at these later," she says as she grabs their ankles and I grab their wrists. We hoist them up individually and carry them to the back door, sliding them up aginst it.

Anna walks over to the crates and inspects them. She pulls the lid off a few of them to reveal the emptiness within them, "Mother fucker," she sighs as she stands back with her hands on her hips.

"I thought there was cocaine in here?" William says furrowing his brow looking over at her as he continues to lift the lids off the empty crates.

"It was supposed to be in here! I was told my informants it was fuckin in here," She says throwing the empty crates around before digging through the straw to see if theres a trap door anywhere.