****warning minor use of violent refrences in post****
Lafiel entered the bar downstairs an strolled leisurely with grace amongst crowd to a lounge by a window over by the far end of the enormous room she was carefully making sure she didnt slip on any spilt drink in finely crafted shoes. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back as she went her fine white dress with a thin deep red belt which fastened behind a deep red rose an was left to dangle loosely down a third of her dress it had white lace an slightly puffy shoulders made her stand out like a sore thumb against the population of general common folk an off duty soldiers an police. Upon arriving at the seat she sat to the far side against the wall looking inconspious an carefully scanned the crowd for familliar armed forces personel there was no sign of any of them not even blake owen who she swore was a heavy drinker by the way he spoke an larked about. She looked at the small console in the table an went to input an order for a drink when suddenly a large man who must have been 7 foot tall sat in the chair opposite her an a arm suddenly came around her shoulders as she tried to stand the arm pushed her with ease back down she looked to the opressors face it was nasty an the eyes lacked any colour they were more pitch black to the point the whites were dissapearing his lips were curved in a malicious grin that mirrored the voice that spoke she realised the voice was accented deeply it wasnt the deep rough rheinlander nor the sleezy libertonian an it by far lacked anything within the bretonian empire with that realisation shock an dread suddenly hit her,
"Why don't be going anywere miss Lafiel Tarrant. My associate an I have been just dieing to meet you in person. You are so delicate an so tasty can't have you escaping us now you have no idea how hard you have been to track down especially when you had us running all around Sirius."
Lafiel shivered at the grip an the voice she was in dire trouble her father wasn't here, she was sure Oliver was still upstairs an this was not an enormous drunk man looking for a laugh an a gal this was if she was correct which her mind never seemed to make mistakes on things of such importance these were two Kusari operatives. How the sensors of this establishment had been fooled to not see who these people were she didn't know the only thing she knew she was in very very deep trouble.
"Were going to have a little talk now then we are going to walk through the crowd you will remain under my arm like a lover as we walk outside you will talk quietly you will not make eye contact with anyone or raise any alarm should you find the need to I will find the need to kill you no matter how much you are worth. Is this understood."
Lafiel looked away to the small gap between the table an the two lounges to the man preparing to try an escape her mind paniced as she tried to think of the best course of action. As if reading her thoughts she suddenly felt something sharp nick just under the right side of her ribs she felt the sharp thing push ever so slightly into her she had to dearly supress a scream as she looked down to see a sleek little knife whos tip was slightly dancing against her side.
"Do you understand? Know that I do not like to repeat myself little girl an that I have no qualm in killing girls the young or the elderly so I would behave now before I decide its too late." The man let his statement sink in to her mind Lafiel's Alibaster skin turned a paler shade of white. Lafiel nodded slowly an hoped that her father wasn't anywhere near the establishment.
"Now girl first an foremost were is your father now we saw him enter?" The mans face became numb an impassive.
Lafiel shook her head an softly said, "I don't know I haven't seen my father in months?"
She felt the blade ever so slightly dig further into her ribs she had to supress a yelp that almost escaped.
"Lies, I can smell his unique cologne on you supplied to only him as a private buyer now tell me the truth were is he." The man let the knife retract a little. "You know that you will find it almost a pleasure to answer quickly an honestly after the crew of a certain ship are finished having their way with you little girl you will begin to see things more clearly."
The enormous man sitting opposite them broke out in laughter as he kept eyeballing Lafiel's his head to Lafiel's sudden shock an horror exploded suddenly in a red fountaining mess as the first of two slugs hit him in the head an the heart. The man holding Lafiel at knife point suddenly fell forward as a familliar figure leapt on him from behind the lounge the man that had been holding Lafiel hostage flung his arm up with the knife seeking his assailant. Oliver swiftly disarmed the man restraining his arm the knife dropped skidded along the table out of harms way. Oliver turned to Lafiel an commanded her sharply, "Stand against the window an look out of it cover your ears."
Lafiel suddenly aware of what was about to happen leapt up from the lounge an crouched leaning against the window slamming her hands hard against her ears an trying to focus on the beautiful garden. There was two sharp cracks as the sound of a small side arm went off as Oliver Executed the man shooting him through the head he then pocketed something out of the mans jacket that looked like a mini PDA he vanished as quickly as he had arrived melting unscathed an unoticed into the crowd to were ever his observation point had been. Lafiel was unaware of what had happened she felt terrified an her mind was racing on images of what had happened she almost wanted to smash through the glass window an run as far away as she could get. She suddenly felt a gentle arm embrace her. She turned to her right as she smelt a familliar perfume she had smelt it once recently but it had vaguely hinted at something she remembered of long ago. She looked up into the steady but warm an caring eyes of Lady Mertel who she glimpsed make a gun she held dissapear on her person. They had just recently met but she felt a sudden deep comfort an the feeling of an unspoken bond she was becoming dimmly aware of that she felt to this person. she began to think over what happened again an as she did she felt a trickle down her cheek an a second before trickles gave way to a flood an that flood wouldn't stop. Sophia pulled Lafiel close to her an let her sob her heart out as Lafiel clung to her she brought them to a stand an gently guided her towards the upstairs area of the nobility.
Guards had already moved in on were the two men had been they had mysteriously vanished without a trace by the time the two ladies had navigated halfway through the crowd.