Chapter 9
For a week Faye sorted her smoke filled apartment out. All of her furniture was ruined and half her clothes had to be thrown away, but everything she left in her closest she was thankful, was unharmed, but she wanted a new set of guns in case the smoke affected her old ones. She packed what she could in her small car and stored it in her hide out.
Colin also went out his way to visit the club every night after his shift to help clean the place up without anyone needing to ask him. There wasn’t much to clean as the fire hadn’t spread that far, but they had to replace the bar and all the stools. In return Faye slipped into the station before he arrived and left a steaming hot coffee with a little message written on the sides.
He thought it was Faye’s way of flirting, but to Faye, she had an alternative reason for the constant coffee drop. All the boards that she walked passed was filled with criminals or drug lords and all sorts of different scum that terrorised the city. Some had red crosses through their mug shots, others had been stamped arrested but the big shots at the top were still on the loose. Faye’s plan was to hunt out down each person on the boards, taking one from each board at random so she didn’t form a pattern, and make them talk. Of course she would record everything for the police to use against them, but if she could find one of them that knew him whilst she was helping the police, it was a win, win situation for her.
She wasn’t stupid enough to go straight for the big bad at the top of the boards, she started small with those who just slipped out of the courts or had yet to be caught by the police.
That’s how Faye found herself on the docks on top of a metal container at the docks with a small drug deal playing out below her.
Two men, both skinny in tight denim jeans and leather jackets looked jittery from Faye’s perch. They kept looking around themselves every few seconds.
A silver sports car raced into the docks with the headlights blinding the two men as it screeched to a stop just before they were run over.
The driver was a scrawny man in a white vest top and jeans and wore a large bandana over his bald head where he tried to hide the large spider tattoo on his head. His name was Alfred Malachite and he had been put in front of a court for attempted murder, grievous bodily harm and trafficking illegal drugs. All counts should have put him away for many years, yet he sweet talked his way out of the courts and reduced all charges to probation.
Faye silently slipped a knife out of her hip sheath while Malachite swaggered over to the buyers, talking business with them. With a swift flick of her wrist, she sent her knife into the windshield and smashing it to pieces.
All three men jumped in surprise and looked about looking for the person responsible. Malachite pulled a gun from the back of his trousers and aimed everywhere around him while the other two scrambled back into their battered car and swiftly drove away.
As much as Faye wanted to make this guy talk, she also didn’t want to be shot on her first night. She needed to get the gun out of his hands but to do that she would have to stand in the firing line.
He edged over slowly back to his car and tried to see what had smashed his ride. He hoped a bird had flown over head and dropped a brick or something that had smashed the window but he couldn’t quite see what was inside and keep his gun level in case someone jumped him. He growled in frustration and looked round the empty dock yard once more and lowered his gun for a better look.
Faye finally made her move while Malachite wasn’t looking. She would have to learn how to land on her feet silently as she leapt down from the metal container and landed in front of the drug dealer with a crash. Before he could raise his gun at her, she quickly kicked the gun out of his hand and again in the chest causing him to stagger further away.

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Terror in the Night
ActionTwenty Years Faye has been after one man; the man who took her Mother from her when she was eight years old. Instead of finding him and making him pay for what he did to her and her family, Faye finds herself helping her city of those who deserve to...