Tide After Tide

[Lana]

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The tavern around me is as noisy and full of drunkards as always. Though, this noise seems to irritate me now, instead of calming down.
Staring at the empty mug, where rum was just a few minutes ago, I bite my lip and mutter in Spanish: "El Diablo! ¿Cuando vendra ella?"

I glance at the door of the tavern, waiting, incredibly nervous. Even though the shabby hat is covering most of my face, hiding it from people, I don't feel at ease anyways.

[Lyz]

I walk through the alley. Speeding up my pace as I see my destination coming closer. I'm nervous. Quikly I pull my hood a little bit more over my head, making sure my face is shaded by it.
A clink. I look behind me, but nothing is there. I turn around again and see that I can almost reach the door now. A small sigh escapes my breath as I go into the building and close the door behind me.

[Lana]

I look up as I hear the noise of the opened and then closed door. A hooded woman. That must be her. "Sientese todavia", - I tell myself to sit still, feeling incredibly nervous.

When the woman comes up to the table and sits in front of me, I glance at her face, making sure that it's the one I've been waiting for. "Hell, you're late!" - I hiss, my voice slightly shaky, though a typical Spanish accent can be heard pretty well.

[Lyz]

"Do you have it with you?"- I ask, without answering her accusation.
I have been waiting long enough now. For weeks I have been providing information to her, with nothing then her word to trust in return. No, tonight it's my turn. Tonight I am the one taking the lead.

[Lana]

I grin broadly, feeling real sympathy to this girl. We had a deal, and she played her part incredibly well, she gave me what I needed, and she didn't let me down in the slightest, so... "I always keep me word", - I take a small parcel out the pocket of my cloak and shove it to her under the table, cautiously, so that it will remain unseen.

"Gracias!" - I smile at her. - "You helped me a great deal! It's yours now", - I say, referring to the parcel.

[Lyz]

I swallow when I feel the small parcel sliding into my hand. And at the same moment a rush of excitement goes through my body. Without anyone noticing it I bring my hand to my pocket, keeping the parcel in it for another while.
I have been waiting for this moment a long time and now it's finally here I find it hard to let go of the item that cost me so much trouble to get. I shiver at the thought of last night. And my blood turns cold when I realise what my share was in it.

I look up to the woman in front of me, not saying a single word. When I see her smile I give her a small nod, closing my eyes and trying to block the thoughts out of my mind.

[Lana]

I watch her attentively, my lips pursed slightly. I will never understand why she needs something that I am so easily giving away, something that is of no value for me. And, perhaps, this deal wasn't fair. This bargain wasn't honest. She risked much, but what did *I* risk? I simply gave her the thing that was truly and utterly useless for me.

Though I don't care about playing dirty or not. What I do care about - it the result. Whether I get what I want. And mostly I get it. Goal is what matters. Not the means of achieving it.

"Forget it", - I tell her simply, easily guessing what she's thinking about. The last night. Oh yes, I f*cked up a bit. It didn't go as smooth as it was supposed to... - "I did it, not you. You didn't kill anyone".

[Myra]

*they enter the room, the clothes veiled with a cloak, dirty from the dusty streets of Màlaga (Southern Spain) and it's windy port. the tavern is full and the faces show various nations, most Spanish, but also arab, black african or other origins are visible... so they do not get weird looks... they take a seat at the back of the tavern where still a single table is free, order drinks and patiently wait and rest*

[Lyz]

I look at her in the eyes, frowning a little. Am I so easy to read? Then I turn away again, leaving my gaze to rest on an empty glass at the table on our right. "I didn't pull the trigger, but that doesn't mean I am without guilt." She doesnt't understand. How can I let this go? She may be used to it, but I am not.

I feel sick about myself, thinking about what happened the night before this. The noises, the blood, the people running through 'our' house, the acted surprisement when seeing the dead body,the tears - mine not out of sympathy, but out of regret - and most of all; her words. The words of the daughter, looking me in the eyes and telling me that she will hunt the ones who did this to her and her family. Hunt them and hang them.

[Lana]

I frown a bit. All right, I may be calmer about killing than she is. But my life wasn't exactly all cherry-in-whipped cream, I've learnt to fight for my life... and to kill, when it's needed. Having a Spanish origin, I've also learnt what "vendetta" means. Family in the first place. Always.

I had to do that. I had no other choice. I had to pay him for what he had done.
And I know I won't be having nightmares. He's not the first man I had to kill. Not even the 15th. I've stopped counting... years ago. That's my way of life.

"Did anyone see me last night?" - I ask her. - "Do they have any clue as to who could've done that?"