Tanith lounged on her sofa, lazily doing a crossword.
She hated crosswords, the devilish things almost always befuddled everyone with their crossed meanings and hidden messages.
She was currently on duty, hired by a snivelling wimp of a man who thought he was so important that he must have two highly trained bodyguards to protect him.
Frightening sat with her legs on his lap, dozing off. The TV was blaring in the background, Corrie was on, his favourite show.
Returning to the crossword, Tanith, frustrated, filled in the gaps with random letters and scribbled out the others.
Eleven words now sat on the black and white checked paper.
Tanith grinned, she liked the sound of it, she threw the biro to the ground and stretched.
The paper floated to the ground.
Yes, a nice ring to it, a sort of taunting challenge, she would definitely use it.
Suddenly, the window crashed open and a man came tumbling through, a knife in his hand.
Tanith smiled and drew her sword,
“Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.”
