Chapter Seven: Life at Wits End

This is a work of fiction.

     We rode a long journey stoping at inns along they way to rest our horses and ourselves well I slept at least, Loki went out for a drink and smoke for a while. He's my friend so I know him all to well, this is a sign that somethings going bad. When I confronted him about it to my suprrise this time was diffrent he was concerned about Michell, he didn't want to leave her behind fearful that more thugs would try something gladly there were more than just the two of us in the White Riders at our school I assured him that Stewart or Jackson would take care of her for him. I understood his concern I was worried about my Cassie she was a valuable target. An assassin yes but still underpressure she preformed less than cordial, I remember back at the work camp one of the workers descovered who we were durring the escape she took a Gaurd as a shield and took his weapon and shot them all then buchered the informant. Bloody brutal the way she went about this, slit his troat with a rusted spoon. Yes a spoon you know not to mess with her if she gonna slit your throat with a rusted spoon.

 

      Now it was about midnight Loki was up still, he only sleeps in Intervals no longer than 10 seconds at a time. In the morrning a maid came in while Loki was making coffie he heard the door open and pointed a gun at her head. The poor thing droped to her knees Loki was the kind to kill people that saw anything but this time he let her go as long as she told no one about this. Well after breakfast and coffie we continued along the road to Tulare California.