Tea Break

Hacker

These is a possible first chapter of a story I might right, but I need a good title and a cover...so if ya'll like it, feel free to shoot me a message with something. It might become a story. Who knows

He watched the girl from across the bar. The way she swirled the amber liquid in the highball glass, ice cubes mixing into the whiskey. He took in the way she was dressed; a skin-tight vermilion dress, matching lips and sky high boots. The woman had brown curls, the color of hot chocolate. It was too dim to make out any other features, but he caught the gleam of something under her dress from lights behind the bar. Most men would approach her, ask her to dance and take her home when she got to drunk. Most men weren't on this hunt for this woman in particular, most men weren't supposed to kill her either.

The girl could feel eye boring holes in the side of her head. She turned around to meet his gaze. She took the glass in her hand and took a long sip, staring at the man in the pale blue dress shirt and khaki pants. She could make out a sharp jawline and a muscular figure. The light caught his golden hair just right and she saw the glint of a silver ring on his finger. He smirked as she looked at him, taking a sip of his own poison. Most girls would turn away, acting shy and wait for him to buy her a drink or ask her to dance. However, she wasn't like most girls, and most girls didn't have a plan to escape death for the fourth time this week.

She stood up, leaving a twenty at the bar under her glass, grabbed her clutch and strode towards the exit of the bar. She did not look behind her, but knew that the man was following her. Stepping outside of the dingy place and into the cool night air. The girl looked up at the night sky above. The moon grinned back at her, a white smile hung in the sky. She pulled a cigarette from the pack in her bag and lit up, taking a long drag from it whilst she leaned against the brick wall.

"Why's a pretty girl like you out here all alone?" she heard a voice asked. Her eyes darted to the side to look at the man who followed her out. He gave her a lazy smile and moved to step in front of her.

"Needed air," she responded, breathing out smoke. The man looked at the glowing ember between her fingers as she took another drag.

"What brings you here tonight?" he questioned, folding his arms across his chest. He already knew the answer, but wanted to hear the lie she might conjure up.

"Business. And you, blondie?"

"Same as you. Say, got a name, darling" he attempted to charm her, maybe lead her back to the apartment he had been holed up in and get her there.

"I have a name, and its not, darling" she snapped back. She blew out more smoke. Tendrils curled around her face before floating off into the air. Right now, the girl resembled more of a dragon than a viper. He could make her strike either way.

He put his hand up in defeat. "Got me there. But," he cocked his head, "I am curious as to what-" the girl interrupted him.

"I think you know my name, Brown." she dropped the cigarette to the ground and smashed it with her heel. "Stop being cute and let's cut to the chase. I know why your here."

"Do you, Victoria Grant?" he started to palm the knife he had kept hidden. If she knew what he was up to, then she was going to put up a fight. It was more fun for him.

"If you wanted to kill me, you should have sent one of your goons. I never knew a boss to do his own dirty work." she smirked, eyes carefully trained on him and the weapon her had.

"Sadly, you disemboweled one, poisoned another and seriously maimed the last one I sent after you. Clearly, they are too incompetent to figure out how to kill a small woman. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Besides, I can't let someone who hacked into my systems, took my newest shipment of weapons because she buys guns like she buys shoes and destroyed by side business get away, can I?"