chickys-courier
The bustling streets of the strip were crowded tonight. some sort of event was being held outside the tops, a party. Men and women drunk and sober were dancing in the streets. Naturally the young woman was curious. she broke away from her protective body guards for the moment and walked into the streets wearing a cloche to hide her face. she stood at a distance watching the party goers.
Men from the food stands were serving up mirelurk cakes, gecko steaks and ice cold sarsaparillas. the sent had wafted over the busy strip filling the air with a wonder. First time goers were naturally in awe of the warmth this sinful city could hold.
She was unaware of the impending danger. a man had fixated his attention on her, knife at the ready. He only needed to hit a couple of organs. He slowly began to move through the crowds towards her.
Courier had been stuffing her face with all sorts of different foods since the party began, it was the anniversary of the 2nd battle of hoover Dam and the defeat of Caeser. Every time a waiter with a tray walked past the small woman, they'd found their platters considerably lighter.
It was as she was about to take a bite of her 9th Mirelirk cake, she spotted a man whose body language she recognized well, the subtle and controlled movements of a trained assassin. Shoving the entire cake in her mouth and thrusting the rest of her food bounty into a passerby's arms, she stalked after the man.
His target seemed to be a young woman, unknowing of what was about to transpire, too distracted by the antics of the party goers. Courier picked up speed, the combination of her rather short legs and difficulty of weaving through drunk crowds was putting her at a disadvantage, the glimpses she caught of the man were further and further between.
THERE! A parting of the crowd revealed the silhouette of the assassin now behind the young woman
Courier burst forward shoving through the crowd, eyeing the blade as the man drew back his knife to strike, which paused in it's movements as Couriers small fist struck him viciously in the small of the back, sounding a loud crack heard even over the boom of the music and crowds, followed by a second as her other fist collided with the side of his head, as he fell to his knees.
Courier looked up from the crumpled man on the ground, Making eye contact with a pair of cold grey eyes, belonging to the now, very aware, young woman.
"Uhhhh" was all she managed to say, her mouth still full of mirelurk cake.
