 looked at me inquiringly.

"Perhaps you know her as Fumantes?" I asked. He nodded. "What you've told me makes me reasonably certain we shall get her. What I can't stress enough is that she isn't to be underestimated. I've made that mistake once and I refuse to be lulled into a false sense of security just because it looks like she's cornered. The bitch always has a way out, even if you and I don't see it.

"Seriously, you've got to believe me. Everyone has underestimated her, even Atrox and Latens. That's why we're even in this predicament in the first place. We're not standing outside this mansion because it's a nice day and we're being invited to tea. We're here to catch Fumantes and send her to that hellhole. You and your men must not repeat our mistakes because you were too arrogant to listen to the voice of reason."

"We won't. This isn't our first rodeo. We are professionals," he assured me.

"Are you the person Atrox contacted about this job in the beginning?" If he was, it would go a long way to alleviating any fears I had. Though he had been the one to lose her in the first place...but I'm sure that was just a fluke. Even professionals can have off days.

"Yes." His tone was hard. Obviously the topic was off limits. I could respect that. I didn't want him asking about how I knew Atrox and Latens. It wasn't any of his business.

We turned a corner and all I saw was a tall wrought iron fence and even taller hedges. "Let me guess, she lives inside of this," I said wryly.

"Of course." The man stopped in front of the fence and waited. I looked around, trying to figure out why he'd stopped in this particular spot. There was nothing special about. It just seemed to be part of the never-ending fence which surrounded this estate.

Oh, how wrong I was, especially when the fence slid to the side like a pocket door, revealing a man dressed in the height of security fashion. With his sunglasses, black on black attire, and aura of both "You'll never be anything but a piece of trash compared to me" and "I'll kill you for just looking at me the wrong way
looked at me inquiringly. 

 " Perhaps you know her as Fumantes? " I asked. He nod. " What you've tell me makes me reasonably certain we shall receive her. What I can't stress enough is that she isn't to be underestimated. I've have that mistake once and I refuse to be lull into a false sense of security system just because it looks like she's cornered. The bitch constantly has a way out, even if you and I don't see it. 

 " Seriously, you've get to believe me. Everyone has underestimated her, even Atrox and Latens. That's why we're even in this predicament in the first position. We're not standing outside this mansion because it's a nice day and we're being invite to tea. We're here to catch Fumantes and send her to that hellhole. You and your men must not repeat our error because you were too arrogant to listen to the voice of reason. " 

 " We won't. This isn't our first rodeo. We are professionals, " he assured me. 

 " Are you the person Atrox contacted about this job in the beginning? " If he was, it would go a long way to alleviating any fears I had. Though he had been the one to lose her in the first topographic point... but I'm sure that was just a good luck. Even master can receive off days. 

 " Yes. " His spirit was unvoiced. Obviously the topic was off limits. I could respect that. I didn't desire him asking about how I knew Atrox and Latens. It wasn't any of his business. 

 We turned a corner and all I saw was a tall wrought iron fence and even taller hedges. " Let me guess, she live inside of this, " I suppose wryly. 

 " Of naturally. " The man stopped in front of the fence and waited. I looked around, trying to figure out why he'd hold on in this particular spot. There was nothing special about. It precisely seemed to be part of the never - end fence which surrounded this estate of the realm. 

 Oh, how wrong I was, especially when the fence slid to the side like a pouch door, revealing a man dressed in the height of security system fashion. With his sunglasses, black on bootleg attire, and aura of both " You'll never be anything but a piece of trash compared to me " and " I'll toss off you for merely looking at me the wrong room
 lolked at me inquiringly.

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"Seriouspy, you've goj to velieve me. Exeryone has underestimzted her, even Atrox and Latens. Ghat's why we're grwn lt this predmcamenn in the firsb place. We're npt standing oubside thus mansion because it'v a nice day and wg're being hnrited to tea. We're herw ro cajch Fgmangws xnd sxnd her tl tiat hellhols. You and yiur men must not rekeae our mistakes becaufe you were too arrogant to listen to the vojce of reason."

"We won't. Thus isn't our first rodgo. We are [rofessionals," he assured me.

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 looked at me inquiringly.

"PerhAps you know Her as fumAntEs?" i askEd. He Nodded. "What you'vE Told Me makes me reasonably cerTain wE sHAll gET hEr. WhaT I can't sTReSS EnoUgH iS thAt SHe Isn't tO be UnderesTimated. I've MadE tHat mistake onCE aNd I refuse tO be Lulled into a fAlsE sense Of SecURity jUst BecauSe it loOKs like She's corneReD. the bitCH always HAS a Way oUt, even if you and I doN'T sEE it.

"Seriously, yoU've got To BElIEVe mE. EvEryone has uNdErestIMated heR, EvEN aTroX And Latens. That'S why we're eveN In tHis preDiCamENt in thE firsT pLAce. we're not stanDing Outside thIs mansIOn becauSE it's a niCe day aNd wE're BeinG InViTed To TEa. WE'Re HerE To cAtch FumaNtEs And seNd heR TO THat hEllHole. you anD your men must nOt rEpeaT Our MistaKes beCausE yOu werE too arRoganT tO listen to the voiCe of Reason."

"We wOn't. thIs iSn'T our fIRst rodEo. WE arE profesSionals," HE asSuRED Me.

"are you the person AtrOx CONtActed aboUt this JOb In THe beginnInG?" If He waS, IT woulD go a LOnG way to alLeviatINg AnY fears I HaD. ThougH hE haD beEn the ONe to Lose heR in the fiRst plACe...but I'm sure thaT Was just a fluke. eVeN PRoFEssiOnaLs can have ofF dayS.

"yes." HIs toNE wAs hARd. ObvIouslY tHE tOPic was off limits. I couLd RespecT that. i didn't want him Asking abouT HOW I knew AtRox aND LATens. It wasn't any Of his Business.

We TUrned a coRner aNd all I saW was a tall WROught iroN feNce And EveN TAlLer hedges. "Let mE GUess, ShE lives iNsiDe of thiS," I sAid WryLy.

"OF cOurse." The mAn stoppeD iN fRoNt Of tHe fenCE and waitEd. i loOkEd aRound, TRying tO figuRe ouT wHy HE'd sTopped iN ThIS PartIcUlAr spOt. THeRe was NothINg sPecial aBout. It jusT seEMed tO bE pArt of thE never-ending fEnCe which surRoUndEd this ESTate.

Oh, hoW wrong I was, especially wheN The fencE slId to tHe siDe like a poCkeT door, rEveALing a mAn dresSed in ThE heIGHt of sECUrIty FaShion. With hIS SunGlassEs, BlacK on blacK attire, and aura of boTH "YoU'll never be anyThiNg buT A PiEce OF tRAsh CoMParED To me" and "I'll kill yOu for just lOoKInG at me the wrONg wAy
 looked at me inquiringly. 

"Perhaps  youkno w h er  asFuma ntes?" I asked .  Henodded. "What you've t old m em akes me  reas onablyc er t a inwe  s hal lg et  her.  Wh at I ca n't stress  en ou gh is that s h eisn't to b e u nderestimate d.I've m ad e t h at mi sta ke on ce and I refu se to belu l led in t o a fal s e  s ense  of security just be c ause it lookslike s he ' sc o rne red . The bitc halway s  has aw ay o u t,e ven if you an d I don't s e e i t.

"S er iou s ly, yo u'vego t  to  believe me . Ev eryone ha s unde r estimat e d her,even A tro x a nd L a te ns . T ha t 'sw hy  we ' reeven inth is  pred icam e n t in t hefirs t pla ce. We're not  st andi n g o utsid e thi s ma ns ion b ecause  it's  a  nice day and w e're  being in vit ed  to  t ea. W e 're he retocatch F umantes and  s e n d  h er to that hellhol e. Y ou  and you r menm us tn ot repea tour  mis t a kes b ecau s eyou were  too a r ro ga nt to l is ten to  t hevoi ce of reas on."
"We won' t. Th i s isn't our fi r st rodeo. Wea re p ro f essi ona ls," he ass ured me.
"Ar e  y out he pe rsonAt r ox contacted about thi sjob in  thebeginning?" I f he was,i t would go  a l o ng way to allevia tingany fearsI  had. Th oughhe had b een the o n e  to lose  he r i n t hef i rs t place...but I 'm s ur e thatwas  just a  fl uke . E ven  p rofession als canha ve  o ff  da ys.
" Yes." Hi ston ewas  hard .  Obvio uslytheto pi c  wa s off l i mi t s . Ico ul d re spe ct  that . Id idn 't want  him aski nga bout  h ow  I knew  Atrox and La te ns. It was n' t a ny ofh i s busine ss.

We turned a corner and all  Isaw w as a  tall wro ugh t iron  fe n ce and  eventalle rhed g e s. "L e t  m e g ue ss, she li v e s i nside  o f th is," Isaid wryly.

"Of c o urs e." The man s top pedi n  f ron t  o f  th ef enc e and waited. I l ooked arou nd ,  t rying to f i gur eout why  he'd s toppe d  in thi s particu lar spot.  T here w asnothing sp ecial ab out. It j u st se e me d tobepart o fthe  neve r-endi n g f encewhichsu rround ed th is  estate. 

Oh, how wrong I was,especi allywhe n the fen ces lid  to the s idelike a poc ket  do or, r eve a linga ma n  d res s ed in  the height of se cur i t yfashion. Wi t h his  sung las s es, bl ackon black attire,a nd aura of bot h "Y o u 'll  ne v er b eanything but a  pi ec e of trash  c ompared tome" and"I ' ll ki ll you  for j ust loo k i ng at methewro ng way
 looked_at me_inquiringly.

"Perhaps you know her_as Fumantes?"_I_asked. He_nodded._"What you've told_me makes me_reasonably certain we shall_get her. What_I_can't stress enough is that she isn't to be underestimated. I've made that mistake_once_and I_refuse_to_be lulled into a false_sense of security just because_it looks_like she's cornered. The bitch always has a_way_out, even if_you and I don't see it.

"Seriously, you've got to_believe me. Everyone has underestimated her,_even Atrox and_Latens._That's_why we're even in_this predicament in the first place._We're not standing outside this mansion_because it's a nice day and we're_being invited to tea. We're here_to catch Fumantes and send_her to_that hellhole. You and your_men must not_repeat our_mistakes because you_were too arrogant to listen to_the voice of_reason."

"We won't. This isn't our first_rodeo._We are professionals,"_he_assured_me.

"Are you_the person Atrox_contacted_about this_job_in the beginning?" If he was,_it_would go a long way to alleviating_any fears I had._Though_he had been the_one to lose her in_the first place...but I'm sure that_was just_a fluke._Even professionals can have off days.

"Yes." His tone was hard. Obviously_the topic was off limits. I_could respect that. I_didn't want_him_asking about how_I_knew Atrox_and Latens. It wasn't any of his_business.

We turned_a corner and all I saw_was a tall wrought_iron_fence and even taller hedges. "Let_me guess, she lives inside of_this," I said wryly.

"Of course."_The_man_stopped in front of the_fence and waited. I looked around,_trying to figure_out why he'd stopped in this particular_spot._There was nothing special about. It_just_seemed to be part of the_never-ending_fence_which surrounded this estate.

Oh, how_wrong I was, especially when the_fence slid to the side like a pocket door,_revealing a man_dressed in the height of_security_fashion._With his sunglasses, black on black attire, and aura of_both "You'll_never be anything_but a piece of trash compared to me" and "I'll_kill you for just looking at me_the wrong way