Nation Assassination

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ripped leather short shorts. Soaked, V-neck white tee shirt. Long messy hair. It was 'fool proof' as Elliot had said. Jean wasn't very happy about it... but he was keeping his mouth shut.

I took in a deep breath and went over the plan as quickly as possible.

"I go out and draw the attention of guard number one while Jean and Elliot slip through camp as if Jean is still prisoner. Jean sneaks up on guard number two and slits his throat, before bringing the horses to the border while Elliot comes back to get me. Elliot and I high tail through camp and jump on the horses and take off as fast as possible."

Jean and Elliot looked at each other and nodded, then nodded at me.

I took another deep breath and prepared to walk out of the room and into the outside. I placed a hand lightly on the door and braced myself for whatever might lay ahead.

"It's now or never." I said quietly under my breath and pushed the door open.

The light from the outside was blinding and it rendered me still for a few moments until my eyes could adjust. As i sauntered over to guard number one, he jerked his glance up to me. He looked as if he was going to say something, but instead of forming words his mouth just hung agape.

Out of the corner of my eye i saw Jean and Elliot slip past us, Jean with a thin, easily breakable chain around his wrists and Elliot pretending to drag him.

"Hey there... big boy." I hummed.

I used to be good at this sort of thing... I used to use it as a skill a lot if i had to kill someone who was expecting a man to come for them. But this was just.... Weird. I don't know if it was because of what i was wearing or the look on his face, but i didn't like it.

"What'cha doing out of your chains, little miss?" He asked me huskily.

I shuddered a bit, but not enough for him to notice.

"Maybe i wanted you to come put me back in them." I said and licked my lips.

"Maybe i will." He growled.

He took a step towards me and that's when i took my chance. No one was watching as i swiped the knife from his belt, pressing it threateningly against his throat.

"Empty your weapons." I demanded.

His hands went to his belt and he pulled out two guns, dropping them to the ground with a soft thump.

"Now, how about i put YOU in chains?" I laughed and pushed him towards the building we were in.

I pushed him in the room and slammed the door, locking it with a heavy chain that was laying on the ground.

I turned and sprinted as fast as i possibly could to the designated meeting place, about twenty feet away from guard number two.

When i got there, he was already dead and Jean and Elliot were untying the horses from posts.

This was working out a bit too easily to be real, but i pushed that to the back of my mind.

I walked up to Maximum and snuggled his face, and he snuggled back happily. Jean and Marie were also doing a bit of catching up before i jumped onto Max's back.

"Bareback?" Elliot asked, surprised.

"She's a weirdo... something you'll have to get used to." Jean laughed and climbed onto Marie.

"Ah." Elliot laughed and took my outstretched hand, throwing a leg awkwardly over Max's large back.

"Hang on." I told him, and he put his hands lightly on my shoulders.

"No, silly. Like this." I laughed and put his hands around my waist.

Jean looked at us sideways before yelling out as loud as he possibly could, "LET'S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" and racing off.

On cue, i took off after him, Max's strong legs propelling us over rocks and terrain.

I heard one or two marauders yell for us to stop, but they were too late. Some of them were firing at us, let it be bullets or arrows, but we rode on and didn't turn around until we reached a small fence, claiming the border of the camp.

Both horses had no problem at all clearing it, their hooves pounding into the Earth once we landed.

I turned around to face Elliot, still pushing Max to at least a canter.

"Ya doin' alright?" I yelled over the wind.

"Yeah... i'm fine!" He yelled back.

The sun was already starting to set, casting it's fiery orange light over the flat horizon, the occasional tree throwing its shadow across the ground.

Nothing stirred, nothing made sound but our group. The only sound was the rhythmic beat of our horses as their hooves pounded onto the earth, the only movement was an assassin, a bandit and a ex-servant racing across the plains on two beautiful horses,

Their only dream to save not only themselves, but the world.