Location: Klara’s house Who: @ofivcry
Home was the first stop for Klara after leaving Gerard in the alleyway, she had pre-planned for the security system to be down for an hour beforehand so she could slip past Ryan and not be questioned about where she had been or why she was covered in blood. Sneaking into her own house was something she had done many times when married, so knew the perfect place to scale the back fence where she’d drop down obscured by the bushes, from there it was easy to reach her bedroom window. When she reached the window, she noticed that it was already jimmied open and her adrenaline started to course through her veins as she realised who was currently in her room. Opening the window she sat down and threw her legs over the sill, instantly laying eyes the familiar figure of Lottie stood waiting for her. “You need to leave” she stated, untying her blooded shoes, not wanting to ruin the hardwood floor. Having seen Lottie interacting with Scarlett at the beach then hearing from sources that the two of them where seen at his place of work, trust in the Hitman had plummeted and she questioned his loyalty. Jumping down from the window sill, she crossed to the fireplace, tossing the shoes in. “No doubt you’ll feed this escapade back,” she bit, icy hues trained on him as she slipped off the black joggers that concealed her red dress. “Be pointless to, as you’d have to confess to breaking into my home,” her Russian accent became more prominent as anger rose in her.