Siana whistled when she had seen the boxes. She didn't much understand what was inside them. She didn't ask. Wasn't part of the job, and she had learned that the less she knew about some things, the better. Not that she wasn't ever curious- she was- but she was less likely to lose her head this way. In any case, she often figured it out on her own. Siana liked to make a game of things, sometimes. Of course the job was highly criminal, but Siana worked on both ends. The way she saw it, they were both the same. Mainly big, hairy, smelly men or jealous noble women hired her to kill this and kill that. It was all somebody's life at the end of the day, the only difference was how much they were paying her.
She was making a game of things now. She supposed in the boxes was this toxin that was running like rivers in the underworld streets. Highly dangerous. Of course she wasn't the only one watching the warehouse. A couple of the gangsters were scattered throughout the place. She was hired as extra and experienced help. One of the guards, a bulky man with thinning hair, tried to corner her up, but after a swift punch in the gut that knocked his lights out for a few minutes, she made it clear to the rest just what she was.
That didn't stop Siana from having a little fun. AS Rora slipped in, she had been closing up on a new popular Adela bar joke that had one of the men in a fit of giggles. Siana flashed white teeth, happy to entertain. Still, this was a job, and Siana took it seriously. Even as she talked, she prawned around the warehouse, her keen eyes scanning the dark corners.
Where would a spider crawl, she thought.
