The movie on the big screen was completely ignored as Bert found the girl next to him more entertaining than pixels. They continued to do for what they had actually bought the ticket for, thing and acts bound within the premises of the car, hidden by the surrounding darkness.
Bert tangled his hand more in the girl's hair, her name forgotten as she would be after he would be done with her. He pulled her as close as possible, trying to get her in his lap as swiftly as he could, but before anything could happen further the car door opened, surprising then both.
A head poked in, its dark grey eyes swept on both of them before pointing at the girl,
"You, get out." The intruder commanded its tone deadly cold enough to pale the girl, as she quietly moved out of the car and started to brisk walk away.
"Stop" the voice said, it remained as cold as before, the girl stopped still and turned around to face the originator of the command, her eyes slightly wide.
"What's your name?" the person demanded, as it pulled something out of its pocket.
"Emily" the girl answered in such a faint whisper, if it would not have been dead silent, her answer would just be a puff lost in the cold wind.
"Listen Emily, this is way more than this moron will pay you" the person said, putting a bundle of bills in Emily's trembling hands.
"You're not innocent, but you're still young and it's never too late to start over again with something better"
There was a slight movement at the left and in a blink; a long sword was grounded in from of the opened car door blocking Berts escape. The old black and white movie reflecting on the beautiful silver blade as it glinted under the moonlight.
The person cocked its head sideways, "Make another move Bert and you'd be chewed alive by the wolves"
Bert let out a muffled whimper before sitting statue still in the car.
"And Emily, before you go. If anyone forces you to do such things tell them you are under the Fang and you'll be good. Now scram"
With this Emily quickly ran away and the person returned back to the car.
Bert sat petrified, doing nothing but breathing heavily. As if suddenly sensing the emerging danger his jaws unlocked and all of the sudden he burst,
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Bert roared loudly but was interrupted as the figure pushed him harshly back to his seat and settled down beside him, shutting the door.
"Black Fang, in flesh, bones and steel" came the simple cold reply.
Bert stared at her, his eyes wide and his face pale, as Black reclined the seat back and propped her legs on the dashboard munching on the box of popcorns abandoned by Bert and his night companion.
"What are you doing here?" Bert's voice had turned down notches as he stared at her horrified.
"It is rather a sophisticated movie choice for a man like you, id guess you didn't even know it was being played." Black replied, her eyes still glued to the screen.
"Did someone pay you to kill me?" Bert asked with a trembling voice, "I can double it for you" he proposed quickly
Realizing that Black is not replying he tried to open his door, he banged his shoulder against it multiple times and yet the door remained shut.
"The door won't open Bert Filik." Black glanced at him before putting the popcorn aside. "Does Mitchell Cabe ring a bell?"
"No, it doesn't" Bert replied, his voice hoarse as he still struggled with the door, moments later a huge force collided with Bert's face, he let out a groan and his mouth filled with the metallic taste of his own blood.
He turned towards Black who flexed her fingers, "You still don't remember?" Black asked with narrowed eyes.
A bruise was slowly forming on his cheek as blood seeped down from his busted lip, "He is dead. And even if he was alive, he couldn't have paid you. So let me go."
"So you do remember him, and you also know that he is dead." Black looked at him with cold eyes. "You must then also know that you have to pay a fat amount of money to his family, Mitchell's money. And you must then also know that the land piece you took two weeks ago also belongs to him"
"He's dead, why should it matter" Bert spoke loudly. And as on queue the long blade swished in front of him digging in the interior of the car. A single jerk of Bert's head and the blade would go past his throat killing him.
"You're life also doesn't matter" Black spoke, putting a popcorn in her mouth, "But your death doesn't benefits either. So here is what you are going to do, you will return them their rightful money the first thing when the sun rises and you will return them their land back. And if you don't do that, you know what happens."
Black pulled back the sword and opened the car door.
The night air was cold and the moon shone full in the sky, Black walked away from the car of a pale and bleeding Bert. Getting on her bike she rode back home.
The next day when sun had just set behind the wisp of white clouds and the street had become silent. Black Fang emerged from the extending shadow of the lurking darkness. Group of druggist sat at the corner curb smoking on their pleasure death and the only life around the back ally was a cheap club. The club was a major hangout for thugs, killers, robbers, drug man and of course hit men. As Black entered the club and the whole crowd hushed down but continued their activity.
She moved to the reserved table, sitting down she ordered a gin fizz and then turned her attention to the man sitting in front of her. He stuck out like a sour thumb with his well tailored blue suit and clean face.
"You're Black Fang?" He asked
"That's what every calls me" Black replied coldly, thanking the waitress who had bought her drink. Cutting the talk short, "What do you want?" she asked taking a sip of her drink.
"You are a rather pretty lady, it's a surprise you are in this nasty business" the man said, eyeing Black.
Black leaned back and raised her brows "Me doing this should not be your fucking concern, you should rather tell me why you are here"
"You should at least tell me your real name" the man smiled softly.
Seeing that the man was wasting her time, Black rolled her eyes and took the nearest bottle from the waitress who was passing and smashed it against the table. The entire room became dead silent but moments later it started doing its previous work, everyone knew better then to stare.
Black pointed the shard at the man and hissed, "You should tell me why the fuck you are here, you jerk. I don't like people who waste my time and try to pry in my personal life. Whoever the fuck I am is none of your concern. Got it?"
The man nodded and Black sat back, sipping from her glass of gin as if nothing happen.
"These three" he said as the man slide three photographs towards Black.
"What about these three?"
"They are assassins, but unlike you they tend to kill innocent people without a second thought."
"And how would I find them?" Black asked, staring at the photographs, they seemed somewhat familiar.
"By finding him" the man slides another photograph, "find him and you'll find them around. The necessary details are in the envelope."
"the money?" Black asked, her eyes still on the picturs
"Three fourth of it is transferred in your account the rest will be done when the job is done."
"Adequate" Black said as she finished her drink, putting the pictures back in the envelope she stood up and left.
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