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Zuu was running, out of The Chapterhouse and down the streets of Siam. The heels of her boots smacked hard against the pavemnet and gun was loaded and ready to fire as it hung at her side in her hand. God it had been a long time since she'd had to run like this...
Apparently selling Mr. Kosto his own stolen gun was something akin to insulting.
Whatever, how the hell was she supposed to know? This was so the last time she let herself work for a newbie... Probably. Seriously though, sending her to peddle guns to the very people he'd stolen them from? What a beginners mistake. She really needed to stick with Guys like Mike, not these pretty boys she found in the clubs who thought they were all mob bosses in training.
When she was sure she'd lost them, she ducked into a dark ally, laughing a little and starting to tuck her gun back into it's holster. "Guess that's my exercise for the week," she grinned to herself, the adrenaline still pulsing through her as she peeked around the corner to make sure they weren't following.
Apparently selling Mr. Kosto his own stolen gun was something akin to insulting.
Whatever, how the hell was she supposed to know? This was so the last time she let herself work for a newbie... Probably. Seriously though, sending her to peddle guns to the very people he'd stolen them from? What a beginners mistake. She really needed to stick with Guys like Mike, not these pretty boys she found in the clubs who thought they were all mob bosses in training.
When she was sure she'd lost them, she ducked into a dark ally, laughing a little and starting to tuck her gun back into it's holster. "Guess that's my exercise for the week," she grinned to herself, the adrenaline still pulsing through her as she peeked around the corner to make sure they weren't following.