By any means necessary
Sunday, January 13, 2008
12:04 PM

"Manus ships the salt from a supplier in Torcandino. He has purchasers. I don't know who they are. I swear Savana, that is all I know! I swear!" His wrists bound, lolling in the dirt like some of the obese Taharian exotics he housed in his cellars, Titus Octavius gasped bloody mouthed for breath.
"Were you present for these negotiations? Have you seen the exchanges?" She moved to the single table in the room, taking a sip of the water there. Two men stood by him, another stood by the door patiently. Aside from Titus' heaving, the room was quiet and still. The calm before the storm.
"Only once," he wheezed, struggling to his knees on the dirty wooden floor of the warehouse, "Only once. The first of them wore the city's emblem on his ring, and a green faction patch."
"And who is Ibrahim of Tor?" She moved from the table and took hold of his hair, hauling his head up to look at him. "I don't know. I swear I've never heard that name." He blubbered, his adam's apple bobbing with every swallow.
Nodding, she released his hair resting her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for your honesty, Titus Octavius." I will have my men see you home." The slaver heaved a shuddered sigh of relief.
As his head dropped with the tension that left his body, the killing blade was thrust abruptly down into the back of his neck, just beneath the base of his skull. He fell forward, into her arms, and was allowed then to fall to the floor. Pulling the blade from his neck, she wiped off the flat of it on her thigh before turning away to exit the room with Mastavius.
"You have blood in your hair," he commented neutrally. "I always wanted to be a red head. Nash always preferred them," She closed the door behind her and glanced back to him with a subtle smirk.
"What should we do with him?" he spoke quietly as she started to move down the corridor. "Leave his body in the Great Square. In the fountain of Hesius."
"That is bold, Savana."
"It is a message to the Central Cylinder."
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I couldn't allow Titus to go free. He was too powerful, too wealthy. There was a likely chance he would warn his betters that I was looking for them.
Also, he called me a woman.Labels: Warehouse Anbar District