Night Thief

Chapter 16: North Trading Company

Edited 8/28/16 by SpiritWriter1

It was a dark night in London. The night started early and slowly came down. There was plenty of people out---drunk.

"There's so many people out tonight," I said, looking out to see children, adults and elderly. I was sitting on a roof on a house, just watching them.

"Miss Night?" I turned around to see Sapphire walking up to me, I nodded at her telling her to proceed. "Miss Night, someone it trying to break our contact with the North Trading Company. Albert Reverte---well, his real name is Damien, slimy bastard . . . anyway, he's been secretly taking our things for there."

"Well then, let him to break contact with them! Don't worry! I have someone that can help."

.....

Sparrow pushed him up against a hard wood box, choking him. Damien was trying to breath.

"Now, Damien. I want to know why you're doing this, before my friend here hurts you! And trust me---it will hurt!"

"There's nothing happening! The trading ships are just running slow!"

Sparrow pushed him harder against the box. "Come on, Victoria, let me have a go! I'll find out in a heartbeat,." Sparrow said, glaring at him.

"Sparrow, don't hurt him! This is business. You can't kill him."

He didn't listen and pressed harder against Damien's throat.

"Please! Victoria!" Damien wheezed. "I didn't think anything of it! Please . . . don't . . . kill . . . me." Damien's breathing started to slow down.

"Sparrow, not to hard."

This time, Sparrow listened to my instructions and applied less pressure to his neck.

"Okay . . . okay." Damien gave in. "I'll tell you! Her name is Scar. She was the one who paid me more, and she put a great amount of gold in my face, so I accepted it. There's a letter of resignation of the company and the trading with The Night Thieves."

Sparrow let go of him and searched his pocket. Finding the letter inside one of them, he threw it to me. Quickly, I opened it.

Damien,

I know that's your real name. I'm not stupid. With the amount of gold I paid you, I want you're bargain of the agreement. Don't fail me, or I will find you. Victoria isn't worth working for. Instead, I want you to stop the trading company from giving them their trades. It would start breaking them apart from the inside. Make them look bad in front of the others.

Failure is not an option.

Scar•'

"She trying to take us out from inside the guild!" I exclaimed to Sparrow.

"It sound's like her. She found out who you're close contacts are," Sparrow said as he fixed Damien's coat. "There you go! You're not dead.!" Sparrow said to Damien before walking over to me. He grabbed the letter and read it over.

"She always puts a little dot after her name. She says it's her mark. However, I don't usually see this mark often. The only mark I would see is a assassin symbol," Sparrow told me, handing me back the letter.

I folded the letter up and placed it in one of my satchels."Thank you, Damien. Next time, don't betray us again, or I will set Sparrow on you---and this time, I won't stop him."

Damien nodded in fear of my threat.

I walked away from him, with Sparrow beside me. "Why hasn't Scar not just killed me yet?" I asked him.

"I don't know," Sparrow admitted.