Night Owls

The thing about shotguns is, they tend to make a very short sharp deafening sound and leave big holes in things. This makes it the perfect close combat weapon when stopping power and damage is of primary concern.

BANG!

A few seconds later after assessing her wound, the woman looked up. Jaw agasp, with her pretty face full of shock those beautiful big blue eyes rolled right back into her skull.

She fell backwards and hit the floor with a loud thud.

"Now" Eira cried! "Now, before she gets up!"

"They would have heard that" I muttered.

"No Matter, we'll improvise if something comes up"

Eira motioned towards the women bleeding out on the floor.

"Do it now!, We've no time!"

I scrambled to my knees removing the hacksaw from my shoulder bag and started to cut at the neck.

The women burst back to life, shrieking, attempting to fight back. Eira moved fast to restrain her.

"Almost got it" I stated, "Just a second"

PANG!

The saw broke through the spinal nerve at the back of the neck, severing the head from the body.

"Bag it! Quickly!" Eira commanded

"Bag it!? In this bag? No" I protested

The sound of many footsteps hitting stairs could be heard through the floorboards.

"Somethings coming up!" I said.

"We've no time for this!" She said as she picked up the head and stuff it into my toolbag.

"Let's get out of-"

The doorknob turned, the door flew open.

THW-BAM!

Several armed men rushed into the room, expressions of shock on their faces at the sight of the scene.

Now what you must try to understand is that these armed and dangerous patrons have walked into is no less than a bloodbath. Minutes earlier Eira and I walked through the same door and proceeded to stab, shoot and decapitate several of the brothels courtesans on account of them being, well... vile monstrous vampiric beasts; luring members of the populace into this lair of depravity to feed on the flesh and blood of innocents. However, all this is unbeknownst to the armed and capable crowd before us..

Mental note; many of the members are of the local constabulary. Interesting.

I looked at Eira.

"Options?"

"Window! Now!" She cried as she lept and crashed through the closed window, falling from the second floor and landing hard on the street below.

Bag in hand I darted towards the window taking the provided shortcut, hitting the pavement hard.

"Oof. Charming" (The landing had knocked the breath from his lungs)

"Quite," says Eira as she extends her arm to assist.

"Where is it?" I ask

"Two blocks south-east, 1000 paces, no time to dally, cmon!"

We both start running down the street towards the rendezvous.

The whorehouse's arched red front double doors burst open as the force flooded into the street...

"Search everywhere, three block perimeter, now! 1000 thousand coins to the man who brings me their heads" The alpha screamed as the guard entered into the night, torches in hand.

"They're right behind us!" I said, short of breath, holding pace with Eira.

"Two minutes" Eira looked back at me "Think you can keep up?"

I gave her my best poker face. "Yes"

"Follow me!" She shouted. "After the steam grate, we're gonna lose these chumps"

We reached the steam grate, darting left into the adjacent alley using the steam to obscure our pursuers view.

... next up, a chase.