"Come on, can I shoot the van? Shadowing them is booorrrriiing!" the girl on the motorcycle complained.
"No. Don't shoot the van. And make sure they don't see you." The voice belonged to Remilia.
"Well, as for the 'make sure they don't see me'," the motorcyclist paused, "I think I blew it."
A few pistol shots went off, and the motorcyclist narrowly dodged all of them. "I heard gunfire. What's going on over there?" Remilia asked.
"Nothing, just a routine job. Can I shoot the van now?"
There was an audible sigh from the other end. Then Remilia said, reluctantly, of course, "Yes. But don't shoot out their tires."
"Hoo yeah!" The motorcyclist pulled out a pistol, then another, eventually holding two pistols while driving with no hands on the handlebars.
Opening fire, the motorcyclist tore a few holes into the van, but didn't seem to hit anyone inside. "Lucky bastards, no?" A click from both pistols alerted the motorcyclist that she ran out of ammo.
Then, the reciever came back on. "Hey, get out of there. Move off the road, and meet at the rendevous point." It was Remilia, and she seemed oddly tense.
"Aww, darn. I only got to empty a round each!" But the motorcyclist moved off the road per orders and eventually disappeared.
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Remilia put away the reciever, pulled out a knife, and started to throw it like a baton.
"It seems you like doing that to relieve stress," Mark noted; he was leaning against the wall in a relaxed position.
"Stress? What stress? Don't joke around." She kept throwing the knife.
There was silence between the two, where the only sound was the wind. Then Mark said, "Well, seems like Sarah's little slip-up made Nero and his gang move out. They're all gone."
"Shame. That Nero...interesting boy. Love to slit his throat with...", she threw the knife at the wall, "...this!"
The knife stuck into the wall, and stayed there. Remilia walked over, and was about to retrieve the knife when Mark said, "Stop."
"What? I'm just getting my knife."
"...Perhaps we can lead them to Nero, since it seems they want to see them so badly. Got a pen?"
A/N: So, I decide to write a little note on the knife Remilia threw. You can make up what it says, but it has something to do with Nero.
