Arriving back in the hotel room he looked at Anya. An air of harshness radiated from her, an atmosphere of stone cold calculation. Her dark, black hair perfectly emphasizing her piercing blue eyes, she was one of those woman who left the impression of bird like features. Yet there was this incredible dark attractiveness about her, Hecter always thought it only made her scarier. A sort of Femme Fatal.“Did they come?” she didn’t look up, her body focused entirely on the severed arm in front of her, dissecting it.“Indeed, the uh foot soldiers were unfortunate causalities” Hecter knew Sonya wouldn’t care, low level Daemons meant nothing but fodder to her.“I take it from your inability to give me good news that both the Plant Bitch and Mr Ryder are alive and well” Still the same level tone, as she began to remove several large metal capsules from the arm. Hecter squirmed slightly not because of the dissection but because he knew she was highly vexed, even though her tone and manner hadn’t change. After years of knowing her he would swear he could feel the atmospheric pressure increase when she was pissed. He leant against a wall lighting a cigarette, noticing her already smoked one lying on the table.“If it helps the “Plant Bitch” is lightly singed” he smiled at the memory.Anya said nothing she merely proceeded to place the capsules into a padded suitcase.“So why did you insist on coming, I mean I could have brought you the arm and why the two foot soldiers?” Hecter was curious about this, yesterday morning he had been summoned, placed in a van with two low levels told what was going down and then Anya had hoped in. it had been worth being woken early to see the two soldiers almost wet themselves in fear.She didn’t answer for a moment, he took another drag he knew that she might just ignore him, her rank permitted it.“If the capsules aren’t removed correctly within an hour of the limb being severed their information becomes useless. I wanted to see what Ryder would make of the soldiers, but let me guess you got bored and burnt one whilst Miss Greenpeace strangled the other?” She turned around staring into Hecter’s eyes, he smiled back, steel eyes and dark features portraying no emotion but mild amusement. Perhaps that was why they were often partnered together, so few could actually stand her intimidation.“Actually her vines impaled him on some glass, is that light supposed to be blinking?” he pointed to a flashing bulb that had just started up on the wall.“No, the bulb means your smoking which is not allowed in the hotel room, it means someone will be up in a moment to tell you to stop” She sighed as she new he was about to make a smart arsed comment.“Been reading the rule book have we?” his Irish accent grated on her nerves when he spoke like that.“No Hecter I haven’t, please go fetch the bathroom things, we need to leave” Anya sighed again as there was a knock at the door.Harry was a four year hotel veteran, always with a smile for everyone and this morning when he had donned his shiny gold and red uniform he had expected a good day. Often he was sent to ask people to stop smoking since he was the most charming and enjoyed an opportunity to stretch his legs. He was surprised that room 15A was setting of the alarm, Clarke his co-worker for the day was meant to have already asked this particular room to have quit smoking. Harry made his way to the room only to be greeted by a pale skinned woman. He was used to angry smokers when he asked them to dash their butts, often they would be annoyed at being disturbed. However from the moment the attractive dark haired woman had opened the door, it had been different.. There was a sort of nonhuman stare about her like she was looking at a cow in an arbiter which had learnt a new trick. It said your amusing me at the moment but your still going to die.“Good afternoon Ma’am, I must apologize for interrupting you but one of the rules is no ” Harry was rather unnerved by this woman and cut his sentence short as she moved closer. As he was about to continue her hand shot out, wrapping around his throat, dragging him into the hotel room. A sort of silent, violent rage stifled the air, her face remained the same, she squeezed, fingers pressing firmly. Her hand was completely crushing his wind pipe, his face turning blue. Any thought of struggle seemed to be eclipsed by the utter terror filling his brain. Finally her fingers crushed through his flesh and bones, his head falling off.Hecter took a drag offering her a cigarette as he exited the bathroom. She took it and smoked, his head motioned to the toilet.“So the decapitated man in the loo is how you knew someone would be coming? You could have just told me not to light up” he was amused her solution to problems was simple, person in way, now corpse to step over. He noticed a twenty dollar note sticking out of the breast pocket and figuring the man didn’t need it now, took it for himself.“ I am mildly curious how many people they will send up. However we do not have time for fun experiments so grab the gear and let us depart” Anya’s unemotional attitude was a thing of wonder. Hecter grabbed the gear and they departed leaving a bloody trail
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