"Is this the place?" Miller asked calmly as he looked at Billie, whose head was only focused on the paper in her hand.
She nodded calmly.
The warehouse was mostly empty, with only a few people walking around.
But one thing was clear: they were ordinary traders.
Miller tried to believe they were the criminals, but he just couldn't bring himself to.
But Billie did not hesitate. Her body flickered forward, her sleek dagger appearing in her palm.
She thrust forward at the head of one of them.
The dagger pierced cleanly, bursting out on the other side.
Blood and brain matter spluttered out as she drew her dagger out of the pierced skull.
All eyes turned towards the source of the loud crack.
There, Billie stood, flinging the blood stains off her dagger's blade.
The group of traders did not even think. They lunged at Billie like a swarm of insects to sugar.
Billie was ready. Her katana appeared in her right hand and her body dipped low in readiness.
But the time never came.
