<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On the deck,</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Negotiating</strong></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Misunderstanding?  Well she HAD dropped the knife…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“To be honest it is a bit small,” Emily was referring to her pistol; she realised there was no disguising herself as an innocent interior architect from the party.  A silenced .22 wasn’t a girl’s self-defence weapon, it was a gun for killing the unwary and making your escape.  “Though it does kill alright, when you aim it.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily kept the gun up, and moved it very slightly to aim, unwavering, at the girl’s left eye.  It was a demonstration of skill and experience that she knew the girl would recognise.  She didn’t mind the banter, as long as she had the respect.  The girl was aggressive, but the hostility was fading out; things looked better.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“So, I don’t kill anyone for fun.  I just want Susan out of your line of fire, please.”  Emily reinforced her unaggressive attitude with a smile.  “Then I’m not telling you anything, apart from I do have connections you wouldn’t want to fall out with, and we all go our separate ways, OK?  Whoever YOU are, we don’t care.  We can drop you off.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Susan, move a bit, a couple of feet, then we can all relax and lower our weapons I think.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She gave the girl a look over: she was pretty amazing; quite tall, bronzed, and voluptuous, yet lean. Brazilian?  In that bikini it was hard not to wonder what she’d be like in bed.  Crazy sexy, it looked like!  The smeared makeup and tiara had Emily longing stupidly to clean her up.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m Emily, anyway, and this is Susan.  Maybe we should have a cup of tea, before you go?”  </span><br/><br/>