Katrina pulled the flap on the tent open and looked inside. “You wanted to see me?”   He present employer a merchant that went by the name of Hamas smiled and beckoned her inside. Katrina let the flap close behind her and stood looking on him lolling on his cushions.<br/><br/>Hamas patted the cushions by his side, “Come join me.” Katrina shook her head, “I am fine where I am.”  Hamas sighed and then reached over and picked up a pouch and tossed it towards. It landed at her feet and Katrina looked down at it and then up. “A bonus?”<br/><br/>He smiled, “Payment for an afternoon of your time.” Katrina kept her face neutral. “You expect me to join you on the cushions and then?”<br/>Hamas laughed, “Don’t be coy, my female employees can always earn a bonus and most have.” Why Katrina wondered that no matter how skilled you where at your profession all men thought about was what you had between your legs.<br/><br/>But she smiled and walked towards him, kneeling beside him letting her hand rest on his chest. “Would you like me to show you how I feel about this.” His smile widened. “Of course.” “Ok.” Katrina answered his smile with one of her own.<br/><br/>The crunch noise his nose made when her forehead slammed into it was most satisfying. He fell back his hands shooting to his nose and quite unaware just how vulnerable he had made himself. That is until her boot came down on his groin. He was totally unaware of her leaving as he was curled up in a fetal position.<br/><br/>Walking away from the camp Katrina shook her head, next time girl kick the crap out of your boss after he was paid you not before. But there were rumors of trouble up north. And where there was trouble there where people with coin hiring mercenaries for protection.<br/><br/>“So north it is.” Katrina commented to herself as she adjusted her backpack and set out.<br/>