Friday, 13 July 2012
She turned to the front of her body against the doorframe, adopting a seductive post and keeping the crossbow down at her right side, hidden by the wall. She loosened her shirt suggestively with the other hand.
"He just told me I was a present. For the boss."
"He was supposed to meet me up there" She nodded to the surface, "but he didn't turn up. Lucky I knew about the back way..." she allowed her tongue to slip from between her teeth, in a coy smile "from last time."
"He won't be happy if one of you trigger-happy gentlemen put a crossbow bolt in my soft, curves now will he?" She pouted. "Maybe you should go ask the boss about it?"
It was, she hoped, a better plot than simply raising her crossbow and banging off a shot. If she could persuade one of the men to leave, the odds would improve considerably. She was sure she would still have the advantage of surprise over them, even if they had their crossbows ready. After all, who'd expect a whore to have a crossbow? Thank Ranald she hadn't re-arranged her clothing all that well after her failed ploy a few moments ago. Even in these mens clothes, she might still pass as a slut. After all, a slut wasn't going to use this particular entrance while dressed in her best was she?
She was glad Tony was dead. She'd stubbed her toe kicking his lifeless corpse not an hour ago after all. But a strumpet hired hours before would have no way of knowing that, would she?