Sisters Grimm

Death's Messenger

The Godfather Death made sure to count his guests silently before speaking or even making eye contact with anybody; he locked onto Romy. A smile crawled across his face, revealing pure white teeth. Gunnar placed a hand on her shoulder protectively, and the man laughed, "see you weren't bluffing, Ms. Albu, on having a silent male partner, and he is quite the man." His voice a scratchy and very plain accent, " we didn't come to make small talk." Gunnar snided.

"Not so silent after all...yes, you are right. In this room, I have seven individuals all very talented in creating weaponry, but I can only use one. I pay cash; you want the job then show me what you brought." Cases clicked open; Romy saw many of the same setup and style. No set up sheets or blueprints. It took him some time to look over everybody's material, but he made it to her; his eyes lit up with a sense of excitement, "let me see.."

"I only brought props. My guns are made custom to the person." Her accent making some of her words hard to understand for the buyer, "not from the states I see. Let me guess Romanian, judging by the large burly man behind you he protects more then those expensive weapons." He breath far too close for her comfort. Her lover caught onto it and stepped closer to her side; the man raised his hands and stepped back, "okay, friend. I not after your woman. I am only interested in her brains; redheads aren't my sexual preference no matter the pretty face she has." Romy felt some relief. Her hands too shaky to open the case; it was opened for her. Just as it was going very well, Godfather was called toward a pair of muscled men in the far back corner. 'Watch your ass, Gunnar. These men are professionals know every hit team and weapon creators.' Barney warned, 'they will pick up on the fact your not just a body guard if you let your tricks show.'

His blue eyes studied the body language of the three men as they looked around the room. He saw some of the people getting nervous and acting as if they had secrets to hide, "I have been made aware some of my fellow guests are frauds. Some of you are truly creators while other simply are distributors of black market shippings, and one of you is a great threat to my plan being a man of the mercs himself." Omar's voice cold , " One way to weed out the bad."

Romy knew she wasn't a fraud, but Gunnar was now in jeopardy. She thought up a plan and fast. He pulled out a a very nice handgun, spun the silencer on the barrel before cleaning it, "now, I want to see who is really who they say they are because in order for a weapon to be created; it must be destroyed. Each of you will be given a handgun of a neutral maker, you will have to disassemble it correctly and organize the parts in alphabetical order."

He turned to eye Gunnar, "you ,my ginormous friend, take a seat at the far table away from you lovely lover..." Romy reached for him, but he did as he was told. She showed fear not of the gun, but of the fact her only form of protection was on the other side of the room, "calm down, princess , he isn't going anywhere. He will watch your every move. Let's begin. "

The time limit was thirty minutes; Romy had ten minutes to spare. She rung her hands as the time ticked away, but as she looked around the room; she spotted all the frauds. Her gut felt guilt for what would happen to them, "time is up!" No words were said, just looked and walked off as if he remembered the exact details. Once he was back in front of the group, the handgun he was cleaning was cocked and wiped down once more. Gunnar grew tense; he seen blood, but Romy innocent eyes had not. She didn't need to see what happens in these situations. The shiny black piece was held straight out, trigger pulled back, and the first Asian fell to the ground. Gunnar grunted at the blood splatter; his eyes studied the paled out woman. She began to falter on her feet with her hands over her mouth. Two more people went down, painting the once blue walls with red droplets. The red head was in shock at the site of six dead bodies, " now, we weeded the frauds, but I am still left with one more unwanted visitor. Your body guard is more then a body guard, princess...he is a merc." Romy didn't say a word at first but when the gun was pointed at him; she spoke out, "No! Please, don't hurt him... Yes, but he is with me. He didn't come to kill anybody."

"In order for me to not hurt him comes at a price." He lowered the gun, approaching the shaken woman. Romy stepped back into the wall behind her; Gunnar stood when the gun barrel traced her face, down her body, and stopped at her upper hip area, "you're a very pretty red head. Is it natural?"

"...Yes..." she whimpered, " don't..I not going to hurt anybody nor is he. Just let us leave. "

"Can't do that. I never been one for redheads, but I never seen a true red headed true body. "The gun started to drop to her thighs; tears now threatening to stain her face. Thank god for waterproof makeup, "but seeing as you slept with that big bastard behind me. That may have stretched my favorite layout of a woman; you really are no real use to me other then that pretty brain. I will honor your wish to not harm your friend with this payment. " She was pulled into his rock hard chest; his free hand forced her neck up to look him in the eye, "this will only hurt for a minute, too bad we couldn't have done total business. I will be seeing you very soon."

Gunnar saw the gun being pocketed and a small syringe taking its place; she squeaked at the slight pain. Romy's grey eyes glossed over as the liquid took affect. Her body beginning to droop; Godfather let her fall onto the hard floor motionless. Before Gunnar could react, he felt a but in pain in his left shoulder. Blood ran down his arm; it hit close to a main artery, "you move then it will be much worse." he stood still for a second waiting his time till one man turned his back. Forgetting the pain, the six foot giant tackled the nearest member; knocking the gun out of his hand in the process. The mercenary skills kicked in as he fired three shots. Two bodies fell stone cold dead onto the floor.

"Shit!" his arm starting to burn uncontrollably; Gunnar's vision went spotty. The man held out enough till he could make sure Romy was still alive, but as soon as he did; his body shut down. He fell unconscious on the floor just as the rest of the members busted into the building.