Poking a Giant

The following days were spent gathering information. Alexa had settled in well. She was motivated to protect her family. Her punk clothes had been replaced by a suit dress. Her hair had been curled and twisted around her shoulder. She cleaned up well. We set off towards a place where she knew we could get information while Zara and Isaac went off to take out some of the low-level fish. We pulled up to a stylish-looking bar, several rough-looking men stood out front. I got out and opened her door for her. The men stared at us, one taking a step forward till I glared at him, letting my killing intent slip. The man stepped back and put his hands up.

"Jerry, why are you afraid of this cunt?" One of the men asked gruffly.

"Shut up you fool." The man called Jerry hissed at his companions.

I walked up to the man who dared utter that insult. He looked down at me with a cheeky smile.