Chapter 2

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-Mariska's POV-

This bitch cannot. Drive. We've been smashing into anything and everything in our way until we finally reached the hideout. Remind me never to let him drive again. We both hopped off, and looked in front. You know, for assassins, you would've thought their hideout would be a little more, discreet.

"Shall we be off then," Jacob led the way, holding his top hat down as the wind would've knocked it off at any second. As we stepped onto the train, Jacob, and who I presume to be Evie, erupted out into an argument.

"Christ sake Jacob! I send you out for one job, and you somehow cock it up! I see no woman!"

"Well if you'd look a little harder dearest sister, you'd see her,"

With that, I stepped onto the train and hovered behind Jacob

"Ah, Miss. Mariska, I apologise on behalf of this git for leaving you out in the elements for so long," Evie stood up and shook my hand.

"I presume Jacob has introduced himself?" Evie said, asking Jacob more than me. "And this, is Henry Green," Evie said, beaconing Henry over

"Sorry, he's off limits," Jacob said under his breath, nudging me. Evie shot him a look, and started explaining what was happening

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"I trust you are comfortable to stay on our train? I assure you, you are most welcome, and safe here" Evie said after she had finished explaining everything, shooting a glance at Jacob, who was dangerously swinging around his cane sword in the background.

"Yes, thankyou. You have my upmost gratitide,"

"You'll have to do some missions while your here though, if that is okay, Miss," Henry stepped in after taking Jacob's cane from him

"What would you have me do?"

"Well-"

"She could help me take down a gang leader," Jacob butted in, slithering in next to me

"That is quite a bit dangerous Ja-"

"She can handle it, catch you two later" Jacob grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the train, almost pulling me over in the process

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(A/N)

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