It felt like yesterday when Love was getting dressed to rescue Jordan. But that was in the past. Now as she dressed up, wearing the new but same old black jeans with the white tuck top, and the leather jacket on top, she hoped for newer beginnings. 

"Where are we going?" Love asked taking the knife and gun from Delilah placing them in their usual spots. 

"A pub," she said.

"What are we dealing with?" she asked.

"I'll take care of that, you just woke up, so this is just the warm up," Delilah said poking her nose lightly. 

They moved out of the two seater car and moved towards the back door of what seemed like a pub.  

"Stay here, and do not come in," Delilah warned.

"Why not?" Love said.

"For once do as you are asked to do," she said.

"Really? Delilah, don't say that..." Love yelled.

"Yah sure, well you track record of the last few cases isn't even average, so step back and for once, obey" Delilah said.

He words hit Love's heart like a needle, piercing right thought it. While Delilah moved past her towards the gate, Love tried to hide the watery eyes. She was right though, Love thought. The airplane was a fail, and getting everyone in trouble was a major plus one. She sat on the cemented bench, thinking about the last time she walked. Although she was good, something was missing in her. She could feel it all together, since the very moment she woke up. Deep down, she couldn't really figure it out, but everything seemed dull, devoid of light and color. She was thankful for being alive, but was she really? didn't she felt bliss down the fall when she knew all of it was finally over, the pain and misery. The responsibility of saving people was lifted right that moment and she felt free, ready to take in the darkness that followed. She wasn't really sure how she felt now, and that is what had caught her in a dilemma. 

The gunshot pulled her out of her vulnerability. She got to her feet and strode towards the door. Closing it behind her, she tried to walk as quietly as she could, trying to catch any attacker by surprise. Gun in one hand and the knife in the other, she didn't want it to fail, again. So taking the attacking position she walked in the long dimly lit alley. Seeing the shadow she placed her back to the wall on the left side of the door, and rolled the silencer on to the gun before taking the shot. Peeking the eyes, she got the glimpse of a man lighting his cigarette. He was big and tall, the king of muscular guys who have thicker muscles than bones in their bodies. Love moved past the door, hoping to avoid the messy gunshot it possible. She next strode, quietly enough to enter the big hall, which hosted old chairs and sofas in the old bagged up club.  Delilah stood in front of a man, and over a dead man's body. 

"These weren't the terms we agreed on?" she said.

"Is it?" the man asked with a certain mischief in his voice.

"She isn't anything what you think she is, it was a hoax..." she explained.

"We'll see about it," he said raising his eyebrows.

"That isn't possible..." she said.

"Well then I don't have a choice, do I?" he said taking the gun out of his pocket. Love looked at Delilah who ha no weapon on her now. The man wasn't foolish enough to let her enter the place with some. So Love did what had to be done. The men in the room started falling to the ground.

The two heads which were unturned inside the room turned around at each thud of the body hitting the creaking wooden floor.

"What's up bitch?" Love said entering the room, holding the man at his position at gun point, which still had the silencer on. The man raised his hands in the air, looked at the woman in the room, head to toe, noticing the curves that complemented her attitude. The silencer had his eyes for a second longer than any other thing. 

"Impressive," he said looking in Love's eyes flirtatiously.

This gave Love the opportunity to know what was going on in his head. 

"Ew...pervert," Love said giving him the disgusting look. Before Love could get deep in his mind, Delilah drew her out of focus. 

"We need to leave," she said.

"The situation's under control, relax," Love pointed at the bodies with her eyes.

"Yah, I don't think so," she said looking behind her at her door. 

"Drop the gun," the man with the flirty eyes said with a relax tone, relaxing his hands, sliding the right one inside the pocket of his three piece suit trousers.

Love rolled her eyes, before bending down on the ground. Before the she would keep it on the ground, rolling it back in her hands, she hit the two men behind her from the gap between her legs, making them fall to the ground. She stood back up, looked at the man, and back at Delilah. The two of them gave each other a nod, before running towards the window on their left and jump on it with their back at it, covering the head with arms. They looked behind them, to see the men rushing towards them, and strode towards the back where the car was parked. Once inside, Love reversed the car out of the parking lot and with one swift drift they were on the road. Shifting the gear, she said, "Beat that assholes."

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"The delivery is here," Love said placing the boxes of pizza on the dinning table. The bottle of wine with two glasses were set as she waited for Delilah to join her. The room smelled of antiseptic they had used a couple of minute ago to mend their wounds. The cuts weren't really deep, but the fall on the cemented ground had caused bruises. Z-compound was taken and the two had ordered pizzas as neither of them felt the enthusiasm to cook. Love expected the evening to be a celebration for coming out of the messed up situation back at the old dungy pub.

"You shouldn't have come in," Delilah said as Love handed her the wine glass.

"But I wanted to," she said.

"Want...seriously, you would have put us all in danger, again...just because you wanted to," Delilah accused.

"D, I thought you needed me," Love said taking a bite from the pizza slice she'd picked up from the table between them.

"Whatever," she said.

"What were they talking about?" Love asked.

"What do you mean?" Delilah asked.

"The deal?" Love asked.

"Nothing you should be worried about," she said.

"Delilah, I kinda saved you ass, so spill it," she said.

"Really, you would have actually done that if you stayed out of it, as you were asked to do. But do you ever...and I mean EVER do what you've been asked to do," Delilah said.

"Well, you should be thankful..." 

"Yah sure, now they'll come for us Love, you killed his men, do you even understand what that means?" she said.

"So we will deal with it," Love said.

" That attitude is where the problem begins. Have you ever cleaned up your mess, we always do that for you Love...ALWAYS," Delilah said in agitation.

"Did you just say that?" Love asked.

Delilah looked away.

"You know what screw you," she said before walking out of the room. The glass was still in her hand as she entered her room. Holding the glass from top, it hanged down, and as she walked across the room, the wine in the glass twirled in the huge base with each step. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that, that wasn't completely wrong. She had caused a lot of trouble, not only to her name but also to her sisters, her family. She couldn't really do anything about it now, or could she?  

Love tried to sleep turning sides on bed, pulling the covers till head, dropping them down till the stomach, a minute feeling cold, the other feeling hot. One foot down on the floor, the second followed. She got off the bed, and looked out of the window onto the dark, street light lit alley, which complemented the time of the night beautifully.

Suddenly she noticed a pizza guy holding a box of pizza, walking on the street. Her eyes followed him as he went down the lane, and stopped outside a two storey building. Something about this man was creeping Love out. He turned to the right, and walked to the front door. The gut told her something was off here, but she couldn't really put the finger on it. Remembering Delilah's words she felt the fear of being wrong, again. Should she listen to her gut or just obey the orders, was her dilemma now.