What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 52

"I don't mind seeing some blood." The woman commented as she smirked.

I snorted. "Well if it means that you're not pregnant, then I suppose it is a good thing for you." I retorted back.

My remark caused her mouth to drop as she stared at me in disbelief before she looked away in frustration.

I chuckled, but I was cut off by the group leader as he grabbed me by my collar.

He snarled at my face. "You do not talk to our women like that!" He shouted.

I cocked an eyebrow arrogantly. "Your women, huh? Are you all sex buddies or something?"

A vein visibly throbbed on the leader's bald head as his grip on me tightened. "That is it. We are going to teach you a lesson!"

I sighed before I rolled backwards, and used my weight to push the leader over me and into the area behind the bar.

He crashed into numerous bottles, and swore in whatever his language was as he staggered up while he tried to regain his balance.

I slid over the counter, and kicked him where it really hurt. I then rammed his head through the glass cover where the other bottles were.

He cried out in pain, before he slid down and curled in a fetal position on the floor.

I straightened my back, and saw the other men in a fighting position, each of them had a knife out.

I sighed again, and pressed one hand against my forehead. "Guys, do you really want to continue with this? All you'll get is pain."

The men ignored me, and continued to stay in their position. One threw himself at me.

I stepped to the side, and punched him hard on the nose which caused him to pass out.

I stared at the others. "Alright guys, is this what you really want to mess with?" I asked as I pulled back my cloaks to revel several sharp combat knives.

The remaining gang members froze, and visibly gulped.

One was actually smart enough to drop his knife and run.

The other two glanced at each other, then at me, before they too ran out of the bar.

Satisfied, I relaxed my position.

I then turned to face the blonde woman who was looking at me with her mouth open and shock evident in her eyes.

I slightly smirked. "There's more where that came from babe." I mocked.

Without a word, the blonde woman took her coat from a nearby hanger, and stomped out of the bar.

I couldn't help but grin at the situation.

As I looked around, I finally noticed the crowd of bystanders staring at me in shock.

I stared back at them coolly, yet I felt slightly embarrassed by the attention. "It's ok." I said after some silence. "I'm a Seeker agent."

With that, the crowd murmured amongst themselves, and nodded their heads in acceptance.

They went back to their own business, and the earlier fight was forgotten.

I sat back in my original seat, and massaged my temple with one hand, while I gestured the bar tender to give me another drink with the other.

The man gave it to me and smiled. "On the house." He said, before he turned his attention to other customers.

I blinked as I didn't see how the fight was worthy enough, but I didn't press the matter.

Instead, I drank generously, and set the glass back down.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed before I saw Fear walk in, without his mask, and stand in the middle of the dance floor awkwardly.

Not wanting to leave him there like an idiot, I waved my half empty glass to Fear in invitation.

He saw my cue, and made his way towards me.

Unknown to him, Fear walked right by the female agent from earlier who whipped her head around to look at him.

I made eye contact with her and slightly smirked.

In response, she just stared at me blankly before she turned away.

I looked up, and Fear had already sat down.

He looked around with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell happened here?" He asked as he took in the sights of the bodies and of the broken glass.

I shrugged. "Oh, just the usual: a gang of horny males trying to pick a fight."

"Pfft," was the only response from Fear as he rolled his eyes at the implication.

I drank a bit more from my glass, and changed the subject. "So, what were you up to?" I asked.

"You mean what I would have done if you hadn't invited me down here?" Fear raised an eyebrow. "I would have been cleaning my weapons. If I were really bored, I might have also sparred a bit."

The last part seemed to have gotten the woman's attention for she turned around to look at us.

To appear inconspicuous, she leaned on the wall, and crossed her arms in a relaxed position.

I did my best to hold back a chuckle at her obvious attempt of not appearing like she was eavesdropping.

Alright then, I'd play her game.

I leaned my weight against the bar, and adjusted my position to something more casual. "Spar huh? You're restless Fear?"

My friend shrugged halfheartedly. "From time to time I am, though you're usually around for me to kick your ass." He chuckled.

Inwardly, I huffed in indignation, though on the outside I retained my cool. "Well, there are other ways of blowing off steam, you know." I said.

Fear didn't catch the innuendo meaning behind my comment, and just continued on. "Of course there are, though sparring is one of the few things that I enjoy." With that, he finally waved the bar tender over and ordered a simple, cool beer.

When his drink came, Fear took a rather large gulp of it and set it down on the table. It was just over