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Claudia rose an eyebrow in surprise.  By the voice, she could discern easily the spy was a woman, possibly drop dead gorgeous she hoped.  She lowered the flintlock somewhat, yet kept her finger poised on the trigger.  How did this woman know Minerva, other than being a liason of the Parliament.  Of course to Claudia, she was just passing on old news.

The woman huffed with a snicker setting a hand on her hip, [color=ed145b]"You ain't just whistling dixie, honey.  I know all about that cantankerous crow.  Her intentions and mine differ greatly indeed, but I don't suppose you're here to ruffle my feathers about the woman.  You've come here seeking information for the Parliament, haven't you, sugar?"[/color]  Claudia smiled feeling mischievous.  Minerva may have the muscle down, but what Claudia lacked in strength, she made up for with her own natural talent, charm.

[color=ed145b]"Mhmm yes...I [i]suppose[/i] I could tell you what I know, but...only if I get to look at that pretty face of yours, sweetheart."[/color]  Claudia giggled rather sultry twirling a lock of her fiery red hair around her slender finger.

In the bar however....the other woman...heard everything.

[i]Typical Claudia.  Always having to spread her legs, the cunt.[/i]

Etoiles wasn't alone on the tavern.  Before the blue haired girl the dark woman materialized scowling in the empty chair with her arms crossed.  Her eyes, like daggers they pierced into every wound on the girl she examined until she met Etoiles' eyes with a spiteful glare.  [color=gray]"I hope you're happy, Etoiles.  More of our brothers slain because of your failure."[/color]  Minerva grumbled beneath the black scarf covering her face, only those cold black orbs of hers showing such malice towards the girl.  She leaned back in her chair, one of her daggers brandished.  [color=gray]"So tell me, Etoiles....why I shouldn't kill you right now!"[/color]  She snarled, instantly stabbing the dagger beside Etoiles' head.

"Etoiles, Claudia, I'm back.  The medic said...."  Collin stopped in the doorway, nearly dropping the rolls of gauze and bottles of antiseptic.  "Miss Minerva!  Ma'am!  I uh...didn't expect you here so s-soon!"  He tried to hold onto the supplies as he saluted shaking in his boots.  "W-where is...m-Miss C-Claudia?"

[color=gray]"Probably tipping the velvet in a back alley."[/color]  Minerva bitterly replied.  What was Minerva thinking letting that whore join the Rebellion?  She couldn't even fight.  The only good thing she could do that started with an "f" ended with a "k".  She was a weak link in Minerva's dark eyes, but alas, without the woman informing them, they wouldn't have gotten this far.

Minerva herself went on a little Night of Long Knives, just as the governor and his damned Enforcers.  She was able to sneak her way into the homes of a few prominent Parliament members, mainly rich barons and tycoons who aspired to political hierarchy, and slit their throats in their sleep.  An eye for an eye Minerva called it.