Karen started in surprise and stood, the bleeding body at her feet momentarily forgotten, “Oh. Hey. Just, uh, completing my contract.”
“You’re an assassin?!” Gemma squeaked.
“We’ve been friends for literally two days. Why are you so shocked?”
“I just thought I’d get a normal friend for once.”
Karen raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean ‘for once’? You wind up with many assassin friends?”
“No,” Gemma admitted, “But I wind up with lots of weird friends. I don’t know what I’m saying! And I’m not the one here who just got caught killing someone!” she tweaked the ends of her dark ponytail around her beck, almot as if to protect it.
Karen scratched her head with the tip of the knife, then scowled as she remembered she had yet to clean it, her light brown hair now stained red, “Well you weren’t exactly meant to find out. Not like this anyway.”
“I just watched you kill my professor! The only one, to boot, that ever made bloody logic trees seem even a tiny bit bloody logical! That’s all you have to say?!” Gemma gesticulated wildly as she spoke. “So? Fucking now what?” Continue reading