Johana hadn’t changed…rather she had simply tossed a
trench coat over her sexual outfit.
Leaving the safe-house, she walked down the empty night’s streets with
Sin. The President’s normal security
detail had picked her up and another team had taken the Hydra girl. A sad half smile crossed Johana’s face for a
fraction of a second.
“What?” Sin asked.
“I love spending time with you…” Johana said, “But for a
long time now, it seems the only time we see each other is for work…”
“You only just got back from Canada,” Sin questioned.
“Not just since my sabbatical…” Johana rolled her eyes, “Since
at least the 80’s.”
Sin was about to say something but thought about it and
stopped.
“Our last family night was in ’73, the Queen Concert,”
Johana said, “The last time you brought a boyfriend to meet me was in ’79. What ever happened to him?”
“He was ‘suicided’ in ’82. He tried to infiltrate Leviathan,” Sin
sighed.
“Oh…” Johana kept from gasping.
“That is why I made it a point to only date outside of
our line of…” Sin started as a set of arms yanked her into the alley way.
“Hand over your purse and we will let you go…” One man
said in fluent German.
“Back off whore,” the second man said in accented German.
Johana was about to shout at the pair but stopped for a
second.
“Wait, you think I am a prostitute?” Johana asked.
She looked down and realized the trench coat she wore
over her fishnet and latex was open revealing her perfect abs.
“Woman hires whore has money,” the second man with the
accented German said, “Stay back…”
“Oh whatever,” Johana tossed up her hands and turned
around to look around her.
She noticed another figure in the alley across the
street. Another mugger this close to
these idiots? The figure stepped back
into the shadows and Johana swore that their eyes glowed a ghastly pale red. Johana turned to Sin.
“Hurry it up,” Johana teased, “I get paid by the night so
you are wasting your time with these two.”
Johana turned back to look in the alleyway, but the
figure was already gone. Possibly ducked
behind the dumpster or any other amount of stuff in the alley. Johana turned back around. Sin was swinging one arm back and knocking
out the less fluent mugger while stomping on the knee of the more fluent
one. She roared as she then punched the
man in the chest with an uppercut.
Johana gasped in horror as the man crumpled at the blow. And the man rolled on the ground Johana
breathed a sigh of relief… there was no blood.
Johana kneeled and felt for a pulse, the man was alive. He groaned.
Johana then slammed his head against the ground knocking the man
out. Like a mother she went to her
daughter.
“Mom…” Sin said, “My hands are fine… Why do you keep checking my wrists when I get
in fights?”
Johana looked down and realized she was indeed feeling
Sin’s hands wrist and forearms like she was looking for a broken bone, but she
knew that wasn’t what she was afraid to find.
“I am your mother,” Johana said, “It is an instinct to
look after a child when they are in a fight.”
“You never seem as concerned about my head, legs or
shoulders,” Sin noted.
“Come on,” Johana said, “Before more idiots of the night
come out.”
Johana stole a last look at the alley way where the
figure had been. Should could not shake
the feeling she was being watched.