Chapter Text
Courier Six’s eyes were cold and her mouth was pressed into a thin line as she laid in the dirt, the ropes keeping her wrists bound biting into her skin.
The men in front of her were digging a grave, and she knew exactly what—who—it was for.
Four of them. One was dressed in the ugliest damn suit she’d ever seen in her life, seemed like one of those Vegas types she’d heard about. The others were thugs, Great Khans if she had to guess. They’d ambushed her on her most recent delivery run, as if they’d known her travel plans. Or maybe they’d just gotten lucky.
She grit her teeth. No. This was more than dumb luck.
As her eyes flicked to her old, worn messenger bag—discarded near the grave, her meagre possessions scattered everywhere—she heard one of the men speak. Something about being paid.
“You’re crying in the rain, pally,” drawled the man in the ugly suit. She immediately guessed he was the ringleader of this entire operation. He was much different to his cohorts.
“Guess who’s waking up over here?” came another voice, and Courier Six’s blue eyes focused on his face, committing the details to memory.
The group looked at her, and the man in the checkered suit smirked as he lit a cigarette. “Time to cash out.” Ignoring the grumbling of the thug he’d been speaking to, he took a drag of the smoke. “You’ve made your last delivery, kid.”
Kid. God, she hated that word. She wasn’t a damn kid.
Yet she said nothing, not even as she was dragged to her knees, baring her teeth in her only act of defiance. It drew laughter from the thugs, and a custom 9mm pistol was pulled from the ugly jacket of the ringleader.
“Sorry you got twisted up in this scene. From where you’re kneeling, this must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck…”
He aimed the gun, right at her head. Between the eyes. “Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.”
“…you better make sure you don’t miss.”
Bang!
Her body went rigid, blood running down over her left eye. Her vision began to blur at the edges as her ears began to ring, the ringing getting louder and louder as she fell forward into the dirt. The thugs began to laugh and one pushed her into the grave with his boot as everything faded to black.