Sail

[blame it on my own sick pride]

Early the next morning Sarr woke up to the smell of burnt breakfast. With a groan, she got up and rushed downstairs.

Hades was standing in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips staring at the burnt food.

"I'll handle the food from now on." He nodded.

"Good morning, I hope you rested well." he sat down at the table.

"I did." She lied.

"Good because we have a lot of work to do today," he reached down and opened a drawer taking out a folder from it.

"Why are we looking at this?" She asked as she flipped through page after page of the most notorious criminals who were awaiting execution.

"We're helping them escape prison."

"I'm not doing that," She sat back down and flipped the page to one of the prisoners, "She killed her three year old baby, she deserves to die."

"Fine since you want to play the saint, I'll deal with the prison break, you'll deal with the recruitment and ammunition." He placed another file on the table.

"What's that?" He passed it over to her.

"Everything you need to know about Danvi bank." She gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm not robbing a bank." He rolled his eyes.

"You won't have to, just find me a group of people who have nothing to lose but everything to gain. They'll do the dirty work for you." Sarr stared at the file.

"Ammunition?" she asked

"I have a dealer who we can trust, you'll go there personally and purchase everything." He stood up, "you can start with breakfast, I have a meeting to attend to."

"You're leaving now?"

"Yes, now." He didn't make a move to leave. "I never eat breakfast, I wanted to make you something before I left." He clarified and walked out.

**

She made a list of all the places where she would find potential candidates who would help them rob a bank. She needed smart and intelligent people, strong, skilled and reckless people too.

Her first target was her old neighbourhood where she grew up.

A lot had changed ever since she left but the abandoned house where she lost her virginity and the old maple tree where she had her first kiss were still around.

The house she was walking towards looked different, it's usual stains of dirt were gone. The old bicycle that was always left at the front porch was nolonger there.

The only thing that didn't change was the bald man who always answered the door three minutes late, Mr Karl. He had grown shorter or was that because she had grown taller herself? she couldn't tell.

"Have you fixed my bicycle?" She asked and his eyes widened with joy. He crushed her in his arms as he hugged her tightly.

When Sarr was twelve, her bicycle was run over by Mr Karl's car so he volunteered to fix it for her. Each day she would came to his house and ask him the same question, "have you fixed my bicycle?". he got tired of her disturbing him and so he took the broken bicycle and placed it on his front porch where she could see it herself.

"You little brat I have," he wiped his tears, "come in I missed it so much."

"I missed my bike more." she replied as she walked in. She took a seat on his blue armchair and he took the couch.

"Have a cookie." he handed her the almost empty cookie jar.

"What if I told you that you could have all the cookies in the world?" she asked as she took three cookies from the jar.

Mr Karl loved cookies more than he loved his own wife, she left him a few years ago and took their son with her.