Trishank: A Way In

Chapter 5

Bea was not expecting the girl to sidestep her. Damn, she's good.

After the girl effortlessly moved away from Bea's hook aimed right at her diaphragm, Bea braced for a counter, as she always did. Hit, and get hit - that was her style. This however, was getting interesting.

"Wow, you just went straight for the deathblow. Can't say I'm disappointed though," said the girl. That smirk on her face stood proof to what she had just said. "I am Evelyn Graves. Pleased to meet, or rather beat you." Oh she's getting a bit too cocky. And who talks this much when in a fight?

As amusing as it was, Bea refrained from sparing a thought to come up with an answer. Bea once again went in for a quick jab at Evelyn's left rib. An easily escapable move, but it did pack a mean punch. "Are you even trying?" Huffed Evelyn as she nimbly slipped past it. Ugh, can you please stop making me think? There, you did it. I'm thinking. Happy? Christ, what a bother.

"Pleased to meet you too Elise. And please, feel free to try your best. Haven't been beaten in so long that it has started getting boring," said Bea in between a volley of punches, barely losing her breath. She could see Evelyn's face contorting, and tried hard to conceal her amusement.

"It's Evelyn."

Bea couldn't help it any further. With a smile, she said "Oh, apologies. I am Bea Valeska. I'm guessing you're taking over unc- Mr. Graves' bookstore. Welcome to Trishank" Evelyn wasn't expecting for the exchange to conclude with a kick. Thankfully she saw it in the nick to put her forearm near her face and reduce the impact of it. Bea was a bit slow with the next move, and that was her chance. Evelyn held her leg and shimmied around  it in an ark to arrive at Bea's defenceless right side and delivered a smooth and perfect blow to her neck. But the hunk was simply too built to cower under a meek punch like that.

That was when Evelyn noticed Bea's horror stricken face. If she didn't know any better, Evelyn would have been proud of herself for putting that expression on Bea's face. But yes. She noticed the whistling near her ear as much as Bea looked at the impact that the bullet made.

Someone just took a shot at Evelyn.

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Sherman was losing his mind.

He was straight up shouting at the helpless man who was obviously one of the guys in charge of order in the city. Evelyn just witnessed an attempt on her life. So much for turning over a new leaf. In the midst of the horror, she was also a bit curious as to being someone's target. Things were getting a lot more interesting.

Ah, there she is. Evelyn gave Bea a smile, as genuine as the situation prompted her to. "That is some welcome. Two punches, a kick and a bullet to the head. I should say, I'm really honoured."

Bea gave her a sheepish smile, through which she replied, "the bullet wasn't mine. Also, I would really like to know how you manage to joke about an attempt on your bloody life, if you wouldn't mind terribly."

"Taking it easy is my middle name, Bea. That's not true. I don't have a middle name," Evelyn was getting flustered.

"And hey. I traced the trajectory of the bullet, and got the location of the sniper. By the time we got there-"

"Let me guess, he scooted."

"Yes. But hey, let me assure you. Trishank is a small city. We'll apprehend them" Bea patted Evelyn's shoulder. Her full-sleeved uniform suited her as much as her tank did while they fought. I'd prefer her in the tank though. The very thought made Evelyn's cheeks turn red. "Get inside Elena, you're getting cold," Bea smiled. Damn it. She knows.

Sherman send to be done grilling that officer. He came by Evelyn's side and helped her get in. "I'm fine Sherman." And indeed she was. But that didn't stop Sherman. Thanks uncle, for giving me another great friend.

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The gun wasn't gonna be easy to dispose of. As instructed, he had to take it with him. And he wasn't getting paid either. Goddamn it. He tied the gun and threw it down the window to make sure it was well hidden under the bush.

He climbed frantically down the stairs of the cathedral. Soon as he reached down, he retrieved the gun. As instructed, he ran north. As he was told, there was a hole in the ground. And as instructed, he threw the gun in and walked away without sparing a second look, until he couldn't anymore. He tilted his head ever so slightly to find another detainee promptly closing the hole, now filled with a sapling.

There's no such thing as a perfect score.