“Hope you had no intention of staying here all night," her eyes didn't flick to the figure who had just sat at the bar. She didn't need to see them to know they were there -- that was what resurrections, time travel and league of assassins did to a girl. "Closing up shop early tonight," referring to the bar she was stood behind. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be stood behind a bar again, not after the life she had been experiencing but she was doing what she had too. "Got plans." Lie. Well, no -- She had plans that involved nothing to do with her new job and hopefully more to do with her old one.












