All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

17: National City meet Genevieve

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~One Month Later~

Gen sat on top of the roof of an abandoned building, watching the interaction between a drug dealer and a messed up kid. Her black hood was pulled over her head, hiding her face.

She was dressed in her assassin's attire, black leather spandex and a v neck muscle tank. She had managed to tear the sleeves off the original jacket they gave her.

Her long blades strapped to her back and a single cloth covered her nose and mouth.

"Listen kid, it's either I het the money now or I pit a bullet in your head." The drug dealer threatened.

The kid moved around all jittery. "You'll get your money don't worry. Can't you just do me this solid-"

Suddenly a gun was pulled out, causing Gen to immediately reach for her blades. "Either you hand over the money or I shoot you. My boss doesn't take lightly to lateness."

Before anything could go further Gen jumped down, both blades in hand.
"I seriously suggest you drop the gun and walk away."

The man looked over at her, studying the blades in ber hands and cackled, "Whatever Miss Samurai, beat it before I put a bullet in you too."

Gen sighed and slowly shook her head, "Why do they always make it harder on themselves." In seconds she had kicked the gun out of his hands and slashed the man's leg.

He cried out in pain and fell to his knees. "You crazy bitch..." he growled through gritted teeth.

"I've been called worse, trust me." She then took the hilt of her blade and hit the man in the back of the head. The man crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold.

Holstering her blades, she looked up at the cowering junkie, "Beat it kid."

Nodding frantically, he backed away from Gen and took off around the corner.

Turning her gaze back to the unconscious jackass sprawled out on the concrete, a sigh of exhaustion escaped her lips. "Looks like it's just you and me now."

She began tying him up and dragged him next to a dumpster. She planned on calling the cops...but not right away.

Honestly, she was contemplating on throwing him inside the dumpster, but considering dragging the guy took a lot of effort on her part, and she was just too lazy at the moment, leaving him next to the reeking object was close enough.

Laying low in National City makes Gen want to pull her hair out. She can't go out on her usual missions, unless she wanted to die. She couldn't exactly get a job, she wanted to again lay low.

And ever since Delilah was called back to Central City for an emergency mission, she has been lonely.

With no one to talk to.