Sara followed the shadows, the big wig business man moving quickly through the alley. His transgressions spoke in volumes to the league, his death would be a bountiful score for the blonde. The curved blade fisted at her side, glinted off the moon that shined above her. It reflected off the smooth white leather jacket, lined with plates to protect her. She was their asset, their eliminator. Sara felt a bemused pride in that. Dropping down from the scaffolding, the ground cushioned her feet. “May god have mercy,” the words ebbed in the archaic language as she closed in.
Cisco leaned into a shadow as a man ran past him. He just had run himself into a dead end and that brought a witty smile to Cisco’s face. This guy looked harmless, and Cisco knew he could take him if he was of any danger. He obviously was running from someone, and Cisco placed himself between the man and whatever was chasing him. His hood cast a shadow on his face, concealing his identity from the perpetrator. “Stay behind me, buddy. I’ll protect you.” He said in a low voice, widening his stance.
Cisco backup 