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The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle
by Jeremy C Kester
(c) Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
The small boat swayed heavily as it hit the water. Ferdinand bid farewell to the crew of their ship as they set apart from the ship. Safiya continued to stare at their pursuer. As she expected, Armando Castellano stood at the front of the ship no more than 100 meters away watching the pair. She hoped that they would see that their pursuit of the remaining crew would only waste their time. She hoped that Armando and his soldiers would allow those innocent men live despite the crime they committed in helping her and Ferdinand.
The captain of their former ship released the small boat and both Safiya and Ferdinand felt their inertia follow the sudden drop in speed. Still watching the other ship, the pursuing crew quickly made changes to slow themselves down as to intercept the pair.
“Here they come,” Ferdinand said quietly. “Remember to surrender your weapons immediately. We can only hope that they don’t choose to strike us down as soon as they near us.”
She remained quiet and did not move. She kept her eyes on their enemy as they quickly came within a handful of meters. A pair of men threw two ropes towards the small boat. Ferdinand obliged by catching them then tying them to the crutch and bow.
Safiya’s heart was racing. She was terrified of what was coming.
“I surely hope that the pair of you are not choosing to fight us to the death here. It would be a tragic waste of blood after obviously attempting to persuade our actions against your crew.” Armando’s voice was lacquered with a strange mix of hate and enthusiasm. Safiya felt as though he was wishing more for a fight than he was alluding towards.
“We are surrendering to spare those lives,” Ferdinand replied.
“Tsk tsk,” Armando quipped. “Would be a shame that we are going to miss that opportunity. Now that we have you both though, there wouldn’t be much sense in chasing those maggots. So I guess your plan is at least partially successful. Hand us your weapons.”
Safiya grasped her gladius with its sheath and threw it to Armando. Then the katana followed. She said nothing. She glared at him with as much hatred as she could find. As far as she could figure, the man that now held her blades was responsible for all of the death that surrounded her. She hated him for that. She hated him for the death of the Pyles. She hated him for Natalia’s death, for Majd’s death. She hated him for killing that poor man Abd us-salam and his mother.
Now she hated him for catching them.
She swore silently that she would repay all that was taken from her out of his soul, no matter the costs tallied against her for those actions.
Ferdinand handed over his blade to another Sentry who had reached over the railing. “Shall we talk now?” Ferdinand asked pointedly of the captors.
“I do not see much of a need for that,” Armando smiled as he spoke. “We have the girl now. You were just a nuisance.” Two gunshots immediately followed and struck Ferdinand in the chest and stomach.
Ferdinand buckled over. Safiya screamed. Temptation called for her to grab her axes. Fear and reason kept her hands from going near the handles or else she risked tipping off her captors that she was still armed.
A young woman jumped down into their boat. Safiya wanted to attack her. She was Scandinavian as best as Safiya could tell. She was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes and fair skin. She was thin, her muscles hardened from the life she was leading. In her hand was a Viking single-handed long sword.
Safiya backed away while shouting “no” to them as the young woman thrust the blade into Ferdinand’s chest and then she grabbed the man and threw him overboard.
“Bring the bitch up here,” Armando instructed.
The tall woman grabbed Safiya’s hijab and pulled it back to grab her hair. As she did Safiya reached her own hands up to lessen the pain from being drug. Tears streamed down her face. She dared not hide any of the pain she was feeling for another to die in front of her. She needed that pain. It would aid her soon enough.
A pair of men grabbed her shoulder and lifted her over the rails and onto the deck where she was then thrown onto the ground.
“You will serve well to help corner Brandt into giving us the girl,” Armando explained as he walked behind her. “He’s proven a bit more resourceful than we had hoped. But I guess that is why your life is spared for now.”
Safiya breathed heavily on her four limbs as she glanced around trying to see if Armando had given her swords to another. Fortune favored her as a short, piglet of a man held onto it while watching in amusement seeing the abuse they were about to give Safiya. She counted 11 Sentries in total. Unknown to her was whether there were more who she could not see.
She had never fought 11 of anything before. Fighting so many would surely mean her death. But now her death would mean that her place as a pawn in Armando’s wretched scheme to get Agnes would come to an end.
What did they want with Agnes though? What was special about the young girl? Why did they now choose to capture her instead of killing her? Was it just because she trained with Agnes’ parents that made her a target? Questions swirled aimlessly in her head. She closed her eyes. She needed to focus, push the questions out of her mind. There could be no doubt that having questions would bring her no answers. Her mission was to bring death upon those who wished death on her own loved ones.
Calmly, one of the large men that helped to throw her onto the deck stepped in front of her. “Should I check her for any other weapons?” he asked aloud.
Safiya smiled as she quickly reached for the handles of her axes.
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