Shadow's Dance (V3)

Chapter 10: Sitting At The Bar Stools With Its Burnt Black Wings

The blue streaks filled her as Jane let out a wild holler. Leaping between building and dashing up stories, she didn't stop until arriving at an rustic garage.

It had life within it, magazines tacked to a small back board with trophies and wheels lining the walls. A foot tapped to a beat as someone could be heard underneath a modified car. They rolled out to grab something only to be met with some company. The white haired chick sat up covered in oil and various other stains. Her face covered by eye ware.

"Well, if it isn't little Sheep." A sharp latin accent was spat out as she flung off the goggles on reveal reddish eyes.

Her small laugh and rough voice made her feel like the same person 3 years ago when Jane first met her. "I'm not that little anymore."

"Mhm, what dose Nickolas have tú out in Chicago?" The albino woman packed up all of the spare parts and tools that were scattered across the room. "Though his crew moved southward."

"Otto, I was in a black site." Jane said somberly.

She jolted and quickly turned with wide eyes. "¿Qué pasó?"

After explaining where Jane had been all of these years Otto just grabbed the nearest wrench and chucked it at the metal garage. Jane placed a hand on one of her shoulders and tugged her back.

"Why would el rey de la sangre let you go solo?" Her eyes had rims of yellow peaking out.

She whispered. "Nicholas is scared of loosing his kingdom. He sits on a thrown full of bones and half truths just to keep his head above water." There was the warm glow around her hands. "He's gone too far this time. I can't talk to the people I'm using as a cover nor the other person that's tagging along."

"Wait, you don't mean the pros do you?"

It shocked Jane that the misfits that she met were actually acknowledged by the officials. "I guess so."

Otto gave her a face of pure happiest. "How did you get in?"

"Some unknown organization listed me as a weapon, they care to destroy it, and now I live sorta with them." Jane switches to a more serious conversation . "I learned their methods, how to attack them, and their end game. All I need now is an actual team. People that I trust and can hold their own."

"Making it hard to refuse the offer little Sheep. What's la trampa? You have that nice suit after all."

"I need one last mission so Nick doesn't suspect that I'm not fighting for him."

The wrench that was previously buried in the garage door came reeling back, barely missing her ear, and into Otto's hand. "So you need the Mechanic?"

The night sky was as elegant as ever, but they weren't here to star gaze. Jane had her mask on and Otto had on an older suit from when she was with Nick.

It had a mask that resembled a distorted monkey face with curly teeth. Along with the black and white high boots, a thin sleeveless stripped top with a white under shirt, and black leggings, there was a scarf with a stunning triangle patter at its ends that repeated itself on her boots. Her hair and clothing was singed with an amber yellow.

The two were perched on a fire escape peering into the life of Samuel Farretcawner. They peered into a 3 story house. A man who was going against one of Nick's business that created a heavy amount of revenue for him. Who knew he didn't want the company?