Elizabeth realized with a start that she almost regretted Cylas leaving, however temporarily. It was as if he has become a kindred spirit of sorts in short time she knew him. But as Keres mentioned Victor again, her mind refocused on a sudden possibility that her unsated rage had suggested. "Are there no...special weapons then, that I could be granted. Something Victor would not suspect. A drug of sorts, a poison, a...I cannot remember what the novel called it, there was one I read that described the Massai tribe from Africa and how they used darts. I think that was it. Does your organization have anything of the kind that I could learn how to use? Something to either eliminate him or capture him at least," Elizabeth wondered with a sudden hope.
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It was strange to hear herself talk about a cold bloodied murder of the man she thought she loved. But the day has been strange at large. She has become a different woman, who owed him nothing. And it began sounding to her like Victor was not just a problem for her anymore. He has become, somehow, a problem on a more global level, one she did not mind addressing. Her quiet, unassuming Victor. Or so he'd appeared to be, the self indulgent bastard, Elizabeth considered, still mentally struggling to best describe who he really was and how she truly felt about it.
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"But yes, I shall play the part, as well as I can. If I do slip, I think he'd be more understanding this time. I made him realize a small part of what he did. Or rather, he pretends for my benefit to realize what he did," the young woman sadly corrected herself. "But, so long as he can play the part of an apologetic husband, he would let my slips slide, or it would look bad for his fa?ade," Elizabeth happily?concluded.
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Then the friendly servant was back and Elizabeth found herself unable to disappoint him or let him loose his money. He may have been the closest to a new friend she had. Other than Keres herself perhaps, but the leader of the entire organization was far above her level to truly consider the same kind of friendship. ?After a few seconds of consideration, Elizabeth took off her shoes. Her toes would surely hold, but the shoes were a different matter, she could not risk them. Could not let Victor become suspicious when he saw them scratched or worse.
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"I rather appreciate that you have some limits then," Elizabeth offered, thoughtfully regarding the guy, and his bulk, before she punched him in the face with the speed far surpassing that of an ordinary human. It felt so satisfying to her. To see that her actions mattered. That her will made something happen. That the big bulky guy dropped on his knees, barely able to avoid hitting the floor, but oscillating on his knees from the pain.
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In truth, Elizabeth prepared a punch in the stomach next, because it would hold such an intimate relationship for her. But he led her down, and went too low. It didn't see efficient to use?a stab at this point, the angle was wrong.?Well she could always adjust her plans. "You'd be right, only I'm no ordinary girl," Elizabeth taunted, and her bare right foot delivered a kick into the man's face. There was definitely a crunch, and within a few more seconds, Elizabeth?casually commented. "Well, I didn't want you to go broke, my friend, so I won this bet for your sake,"?she happily reassured Cylas.?
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