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Leah had absolutely no idea what was contained in these packages that were meant for this less than desirable gang of Wizards. She had been given the task to travel to Singapore, deliver the goods and return back home. The gang had already paid for everything, and so it made the mission much easier on Leah. She was apprehensive and wondered why on earth had they sent a lone woman to consort with one of the most dangerous Wizard groups in Asia, but she settled on it being just a test of her abilities and charisma.
The town was already heading to nightfall when she arrived, and the place where they were supposed to meet was completely empty of anyone. Leah stood, holding the packages in her arms, wishing that she had an extra hand, if only to hold her wand and feel much more secure. She was stationed near some abandoned docks, and the sounds of boats rocking up against the piers only enhanced the creepy feeling of the place.
After only a few minutes, footsteps could be heard, alongside drunken slurs of the very men she was supposed to meet. "Evenin'" They spoke English, apparently. "Good evening. I'm here to give you what you requested." She handed over the packages. "You're a pretty thing.." A man slightly taller than his other counterparts said.
"Yes, well. I shall be going now." Leah turned to disapparate, but a hand shot out to grab her arm and yank her to the ground. "Not so fast! We're not done here." Without wasting another second, Leah pulled out her wand and watched as the others did so as well. "This isn't all that we asked for. We paid for at least six boxes and this stuff, and you've only brought four." Leah slowly stood, pointing her wand at them. "I am only here to deliver. Ever hear the term, Don't shoot the messenger?"
A chuckle of laughter from the wizards. "Well, you are only one..." They walked closer to her. Leah fell against the wall of a rundown building, pointing her wand at them.
The town was already heading to nightfall when she arrived, and the place where they were supposed to meet was completely empty of anyone. Leah stood, holding the packages in her arms, wishing that she had an extra hand, if only to hold her wand and feel much more secure. She was stationed near some abandoned docks, and the sounds of boats rocking up against the piers only enhanced the creepy feeling of the place.
After only a few minutes, footsteps could be heard, alongside drunken slurs of the very men she was supposed to meet. "Evenin'" They spoke English, apparently. "Good evening. I'm here to give you what you requested." She handed over the packages. "You're a pretty thing.." A man slightly taller than his other counterparts said.
"Yes, well. I shall be going now." Leah turned to disapparate, but a hand shot out to grab her arm and yank her to the ground. "Not so fast! We're not done here." Without wasting another second, Leah pulled out her wand and watched as the others did so as well. "This isn't all that we asked for. We paid for at least six boxes and this stuff, and you've only brought four." Leah slowly stood, pointing her wand at them. "I am only here to deliver. Ever hear the term, Don't shoot the messenger?"
A chuckle of laughter from the wizards. "Well, you are only one..." They walked closer to her. Leah fell against the wall of a rundown building, pointing her wand at them.