Freyja

ACT 2.

I snapped back to the present day. My mind still racing like a dynamo, I turned to look at my fiance. I realised she had lowered her pistol.

'Freyja', I said, 'We do not have to go through this again. We outsmarted them once before, we can still do it again.'

She laughed a little. But then stopped when she saw the look in my eyes.

'Oh... you're serious.'

'Yes I am.' I replied firmly.

'Your ignorance is always so damn cute whenever you don't fully realise what you're faced with.' She replied with a smile like Athena's.

You see, since killing Hugo, Freyja went on to become the most lethal assassin for the twins in all of Europe and South America for the next 11 years. These two continents were the cartel's turf. As an employee to the twins, Freyja could only operate in these territories as per the requirements of the Intercontinental Cartel Truce. The Widow's name was the talk in all cartel circles. Any kill characterised by a close range, poisoned sharp instrument was her calling card. 

I learned from Freyja that most assassins wanted to be known for their kills, despite the fact that they all desired anonimity. A fat, juicy contradiction. As a result, some assasssins would go out of their way to devise a killing method unique only to them. It could be anything. Gas-specific, blade-specific, asphyxiation - anything. And Freyja was no different.  They called it professionalism. I called it Ego.

But all that changed for Freyja 4 years ago, when she was sent by the twins to eliminate a rather small-time, unknown nurse in Dublin. This was a completely different target from Freyja's high profile 'cleaning' jobs – a ridiculously easy target. She had 1000 different ways to kill this unsuspecting nurse, but she chose to have fun with him first. So she decided to stalk him into the men's toilet of a shopping mall with an icepick to try to intimidate him first... Me. A lot happened after that incident.

But that was four years ago.

This was now.

'The Twins are after us again.' I panicked a little. 'It was only a matter of time. But how did they manage to find us? Our cover was excellent. And why the hell will you shoot at me without warning?!'

'I'm trying to save you.'

'Yeah right! I totally see how that works.'

'Are you mad?'

'Well, does it look like I'm happy?!'

'Well, I'm sorry I shot at you then.' She muttered.

'Go fuck yourself, Freyja.'

'Okay.'

She tossed the pistol away casually onto the pavement. The clattering sound it made seemed unusually loud at night. We sat on the pavement in silence, while giving each other the coldest shoulders we could muster. At the same time, wondering what we could do to deal with this new problem. After a little while, I scoffed.

'What's so funny?' She asked.

'The irony.'

'The irony of what?'

'The irony of... us.'

'You're not making any sense, I don't remember you hitting your head that hard.' She looked at me quizzically, so I let out a sigh.

'See Freyja. I'm a nurse. A damn good one. And you're only the most beautiful assassin I know.'

She pondered.