||It amused her to watch
him. She knelt against a broken third story railing of the Little America
Hotel a block away as he blended into the broken city streets. Her eyes paced
his movement. The same world that had turned him into a killer had forced
her into becoming one, tooo. Her training in martial arts had enabled her
to survive so far on her own. She liked it that way. Every other woman she'd
seen was owned. It might be the wave of the future, but it wasn't one Lani
planned on sharing.
of the devastation had attracted her. She'd moved up to view the wreckage.
A tight smile shadowed her lips. "Valiant effort gone to waste." She'd been
keeping an eye on them, wondering how long the outlaws would allow the organization
to exist. Three months wasn't bad. They'd pulled together enough resources
for the outlaws to finally decide they were ripe for picking.
they'd spent their energy on her. Being only one person, they'd thought her
easy to capture. Lani supposed she had a reputation in their camps by now.
She'd killed seven of them in seperate fights before their attention had
turned to the organization forming in their midst and stopped stalking her
Always before, they hadn't
pushed too hard. They had only wanted to prevent the group from becoming too
strong before they took the plums away. So far the man had been prepared and
always had an escape route. It was a pity that the man wanted to die. It
meant they'd be after her again.
|She lost him but knew
where he was headed. The flicker of his rifle glinted occasionally as he climbed
up a nearby building to take up a shooter position. She knew his work. He
didn't miss. She admired that about him. He was a disciplined assassin. They
both knew each other were active in the area but gave each other a healthy
breathing space. You didn't waste energy in this world. All your time was
spent on the immediate threat of chaos and survival.
until you gave up. It was like a switch turning inside making your soul dead
as you gave up the struggle, and the body shortly followed. When he ran out
of bullets they'd have him, of course. He'd been a secondary target of several
of their forays, as they tested the strength of the organization. That's when
he had come to her attention. It was like a game to her, waiting and watching
the killing. It made it easy for her to stay invisible.
be coming for her again, now that the organization was out of the way, made
her arm her cross bow. Chaos was sweeping everything in its path. She didn't
want to get in the way but if it happened, she wanted to create a little
chaos of her own.