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Checking I wasn't followed, I surveyed the area before heading to the river.
Cleaning the blood from my knife was easy enough but I couldn't stop thinking about that girl I killed.
She wasn't dressed like a servant, was she higher class?? I'd just assumed....
I nervously gulped, surpressing the idea that'd put a very large target on my back.
I hid behind some bushes and changed into a lighter skirt and a short top that only covered my chest.
Ziva
Well, that was a pretty smooth mission...
I tried lying to myself. Who was I kidding? This mission would have more repercussions than I ever expected.
I walked casually to the gates of Farah's Estate.
Now, you must be thinking 'how can a well known thief just live in plain sight?'
Well, we never reveal our identities we use actions not words when communicating. We learn to read each other, and we hide our faces with masks and the cover of night.
We always use code names, well they use code names, I'm not allowed on undercover missions..... yet.
We each have our own individual buildings for living quarters. A large lake lies behind some tall palm trees. Then there's the main section, where we hold our meetings, have supper and just hang out.
We'll, its usually only Malik and I who hang out. The other two, Farah, the man who rescued me and Nadia, his brother usually spend time out in brothels or the armoury we have hidden beneath the sand.
Farah has a special amulet which he uses to open the sand crypt, where we keep our specialised weapons and..... 'targets'.
There was complete silence inside, which was unusual as Malik usually argued with a drunk Nadia.
But thus silence didn't seem dangerous just.... Calm. Still, it was to much quiet for my liking.
I took out my knife, just in case.
Nadia
Come back here you brat!
I sighed in relief, sheathing my knife. I dumped my bloody clothes in the burn pile, where we dispose of evidence that can't be saved.
Weapons, such as night star, my knife, were the exception. They could be cleaned and hidden well.
I followed the sound of running followed by a loud thud.
On the floor, in the middle of the library I found Nadia, red faced and cursing at Malik, who was holding him down with his shoe.
Nadia
Y-you... *hic*... can't talk *hic* to me.... like that *hic*.
He finally noticed me by the door, a slight glitter of happiness shine in his eyes.
He sighed, glaring at Nadia.
Malik
Look! You've embarrassed yourself in front of Ziva!
Malik
A girl shouldn't have to see something so disgusting as you!
Then, from behind, I felt a shadow.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders hugging me close.
Farah
Ahhh! I missed you ~
Ziva
I was only gone for a few hours!
I barely managed to choke that out, he nuzzled my head.
He quickly released me, waving his hands in the air apologetically.
Farah
When are you going to start calling me father? ~
Malik
Farah! Give her time!
Farah
The same goes for you! Except its been 13!
While they were arguing, again, Nadia was up and seemed sober.
He said, mouth half full with a date.
I popped one in my mouth savouring the toffee like flavour.
We continued to eat while trivial drama unfolded before us.
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