I ran out of the door. My bare feet pounded on the carpet. Behind me a figure chased. A woman, I think. I fled down the staircase.
“Come here bitch!” They called.
“Ah, no thank you.”
I made it to the ground floor and ignored the glass that sliced my feet and threw myself out of the building and down the street. The tarmac was grittyand sharp upon my feet. A cloud moved over the moon. The air spiked with a light chill.
Behind me, the woman followed.
She flung something at me. A rock, probably. Rude. It hit my spine, causing me to stumble. Now I had to run zig zag to evade a medieval stoning.
A drone hovered above, capturing all.
I wiped hair from my face, making sure I looked good for the camera.
The woman threw another stone at me but missed.
I needed to ambush her, turning a corner and surprising her would be best. I located a building up ahead and made my plan. Unfortunately, it was I who was ambushed first.
A man sprung out of an upturned car, catching me in his arms.
Oh dear.
“Are you Delphine?” his voice struggled against my beating.
I kicked. “Get off!”
“Are you Delphine De Astor?”
I punched. “Let me go!”
“Listen to me!”
The woman chasing caught up to me and as she was about to open her mouth to speak, a small figure jumped down from the upturned car and landed themselves on the woman, forcing a knife into her skull.
The woman chasing me would now no longer chase me.
One problem solved. Now for the other.
“Listen to me, are you Delphine De Astor?” The man shook my shoulders, forcing me to listen. “Magnus, your brother hired us to protect you.”
Ah. I had no problems at all.
There were two of them.
The man wore camouflaged hunter’s gear and was not very good at growing facial hair. The other was a young woman, pushing my age with the face of a doll and voluptuous curves. She also donned camouflaged gear matching her comrade.
“Fred’s my uncle,” she said. “And I’m Fiona.”
Fiona and Fred.
“Ah, family.” I clasped my hands together. “How sweet. And how exactly do you know mine?”
We stood in the shadow of a building, the uncle and niece duo both pointed themselves outwards with weapons eager to attack if anyone dared intrude on our much-needed conversation.
A drone hovered over.
Fiona promptly dug into her belt and pulled out a slingshot, hitting the drone with a rock. The drone fell and crashed. She smirked.
