Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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"You could kill me, but considerin' how well it went th' last time you killed someone, we both know you won't." Rilor sat back in his chair, though his hand remained on the dagger handle. "I don' need you to do much, but I can't do it alone, an' you're the only human I know who can keep up with me. And if you're careful, no one will know y'were an accomplice to a smuggler."
 
The insult stung, but Fiona's features didn't betray that to Rilor. She still carried guilt for the woman that she had killed on accident. She had been acquitted, but the guilt was still there.

"I don't do jobs any more. I have a life that I would like to keep as far away from my former life as possible." Fiona said, knowing that Rilor wouldn't take no for an answer.
 
"You can walk away... I'll jus' get even another way. Or you can take this easy job. All you need t'do is distract someone."
 
"Who?" Fiona asked, her hands on her hips as he insisted that she could walk away but he would be back to even their debt.
 
"Dorn," Rilor murmured, knowing Fiona would remember the black African Wolf. Dorn was originally the chief guardian of a slumlord's hidden warehouse, but he'd split away and taken the warehouse for himself and his own small gang. Ever since, Dorn Helim had been an absolute powerhouse in the Scottish underground, especially in subterfuge and smuggling. He had even worked with Sam's men once to catch a rival smuggler as a deal for Dorn's freedom when he was arrested. Sam had only taken the deal because he'd been desperate to stop the flow of an Indian herb into the isles that was killing people because it was so easy to overdose on.
 
"No one distracts Dorn." Fiona muttered as Rilor mentioned the black wolf that was as vicious as any other smuggler in the region. "And he might very well decide to kill me if he found out what was happening. What are you thinking getting mixed up with him?"
 
"I'm not gettin' mixed up with 'im. This is a one-time job an' if things go t'plan, he'll never know I was there. An' I know he has an eye fer you." Dorn was perhaps the only criminal Fiona knew that hadn't tried to take liberties with her, and for a short time when she'd gotten mixed up with his group, he'd looked out for her without expecting anything in return, and had kept his boys away from her. He wasn't a friend, but he was among a very few honorable criminals despite his dark roster of murders.
 
Fiona knew then what her role was to be in this plot. She quickly shook her head, staring at Rilor as if he had lost his mind. There was no way that she was doing to distract another person in that way, especially after she had just found something wonderful with Sam.

"You have truly lost your mind. He won't fall for it." She murmured.
 
"You do your job, I'll do mine. If I fail on my end, y'owe me nothin'."

Fiona heard soft footsteps behind her as two human men got between her and the door. Rilor wasn't going to give her much choice in the matter, it seemed.
 
Fiona looked over her shoulder as two men were suddenly behind her, blocking her retreat to the door of the pub. There would be no one there to help her. She knew that from experience and she looked back at Rilor with absolute fury in her blue gaze.

"I suppose I can't refuse." Fiona said her voice dripping with sarcasm.
 
"I'd rather you didn't," Rilor murmured with a shrug. "Meet Jon an' Nolan. They're workin' with me on this little job. Now... We're goin' to Dorn's place tonight. All you need t'do is distract 'im. We'll 'andle the rest. An' if things go well, y'might find a hundred silver on yer doorstep in a month's time. An' if you don't show up come sunset, well... I'll find another way t'take what I'm owed."
 
Fiona listened to his thinly veiled threat. She would just assume that they not come for her again. Especially not with Sam or Will there. Without another word, she nodded and turned, pushing past the two thugs that were his men. She was filled with fury, dread...and fear. How would she explain it to Sam if they were caught? How was she even going to explain it to Will?

Those thoughts were weighing heavily on her mind when Will finally came home later that afternoon. She had pulled out all the stops for him, making his favorite meal and dessert to celebrate his first patrol and to welcome him home.
 
Will's eyes were bright but he was exhausted as he stepped in the door with his pack slung over his shoulder. He'd seen to Volgern for the night, and was looking forward to being lazy for a while.
 
"Welcome home, Will." Fiona said as he stepped in the door, looking tired but still bright.

She moved to kiss his forehead, guiding him into the dining area to seat him at the table. "I figured you might be ready for a full meal, so I went to the market and made your favorite for dinner."

The window had been repaired and nothing was out of place. If she had her way, Will would never know anything about what had happened while he was away.
 
"You didn't have to," Will said with a grin and hugged her tightly before settling into his seat. He ate like he was starving, more so than his usual appetite called for. He told her about Ciaran's leadership and his own patrol group of four- himself and another young recruit, and a twenty-year old and his father.
 
"Are you sure that you want to keep on with this career?" Fiona asked as she helped herself to a small portion of what she had made, grinning at him as he seemed so enthusiastic about what had happened while he was gone.
 
"It's kinda tough, but I'm pretty good at it so far," Will insisted. "I guess I'll really know when we have to deal with trouble, but I think I can handle it."
 
"I'm proud of you, Will." Fiona said as he said that it was hard but he was good at it. "Keep up the hard work and you never know where it will take you."
 
"What've you been up to? Any dates with Sam?" Will teased, though he was excited that Fiona had someone to love and who loved her in return.
 
"That is absolutely none of your business." Fiona said with a smile. "I could be asking you the same about Lucy."
 
"She brought my patrol some things," Will admitted despite a small flush. "But I haven't really gotten to talk to her much lately. I've been focusing on training."
 
"She's a sweet girl, Will. You should treat her well. Give her flowers or a gift she would enjoy." Fiona encouraged him as he said that Lucy had given the patrol a few things while they were out. "Or see if she would like to go for a walk...or if Leon would allow that."
 
"Leon wouldn't, but Dazu never seems to mind," Will mused quietly. "I'm not sure why, though."
 
"Because he loves her." Fiona said simply. "Dazu wants Lucy to be happy and he trusts that she will make the right choices in life. It's why I don't worry about you, even if I give you a hard time about treating Lucy Ghis right. You love her enough that you would never put her in a dangerous situation."
 
"I dunno about love," Will murmured as his face went completely red. "She's just... Nice to talk to."
 
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