A Different Landing

Chapter-21

Burka was a weapon and she was alright with that. She'd been a small orphan running around the capitol stealing to survive when her first had found her and began to train her. She was good at killing, it didn't burden and break her like it did others. Orders were orders and life was simple. She killed when she was told to and in exchange she had food, a roof over her head, and tasks to keep her occupied. It wasn't much and she wouldn't say she was happy but she was satisfied. So, when Nia ordered her to kill the man who had saved her from the streets and trained her, giving her purpose, she did it without question or shame.

Standing in the shadows, she'd seen Octavia and Klark both get hit by darts and fall to the ground, the drug clearly an effective one. She'd been expecting it to happen, Flora had been ghosting them for a mile now. Using recovered darts to disguise the attack as a hit by the mountain was clever. She was rather impressed by the blow gun the warrior was storing before slipping out of her hiding place towards the two knocked out women. Deciding it was time to make her presence known, she slipped forward on silent feet.

"Took you long enough." Flora snapped, kicking the general in the side as she pulled out some rope. "Help me tie up Octavia, we need to drop her down a small ravine."

"Is it just us taking care of this?" Burka asked, accepting the rope and beginning to tie Octavia's hands while Flora tied her feet.

"I'm not sharing the reward for the general's head with Tarba. The oaf can deal with Nia's disappointment at failing his orders when we return." She scoffed, pulling the rope bonds around Octavia's feet tight.

"And yet, you offered me a chance to assist in your take down of the general?" She questioned.

Flora rolled her eyes. "I don't feel like waking with a knife in my back."

"Fair," Burka said while slipping a gag into Octavia's mouth. "You have an appropriate place to make it look like the mountain men dropped her?"

"Of course, I'm not an amateur. We just have to drop her, make you look a bit bloodied, and the mountain will be blamed." Flora laid out.

Burka nodded. A few more questions to be prudent, after all she had a target to take care of and she was very good at these things. "You have a location to hide the body?"

Flora sighed, "Do you have to be so chatty? Loosen up, we can have some fun with this. I intend to get some payback for the shit jobs I've been performing for the bitch." The assassin walked over to the unconscious general and straddled her form after rolling her over onto her back. "I intend to do this up close and personal."

"Before we have a dead body, I'd like to know how you intend to dispose of it. Scouts would notice if we just bury it." Burka said, watching as Flora's hands wrapped around the general's neck and began to squeeze.

"That pauna she took down the other day, its lair isn't far from here. We can dismember the body there. It won't be recognizable by the time anyone stumbles on it there." She huffed while gripping Klark's throat with all of her might.

"I see." Burka stepped forward and in one smooth motion brought a rock she'd grabbed smack into the side of Flora's head with a sick thump. Impassively, she watched the would be assassin's body slump down to the ground. Leaning down, she rested two fingers against Klark's neck to assure herself that the woman was still alive. She blinked slowly at the confirmation that she'd judged the length of time she'd allowed Klark to be strangled correctly. Moving over to Octavia, she began to untie her before moving to the prone form of Flora and tying her, far more tightly than she had bound Octavia. She did leave the gag in Octavia's mouth, she was annoyed with the woman after all. Tame that fucking horse her ass, it was as much of a demon as it'd ever been.