WHAT GOOD DIVIDES?
"Suprised," she stated, noting the look of shock on some of their face, "Good." The young woman before them could not have been older then nineteen, but no younger then seventeen. Her hair was midnight black, and as short as a boy's. Her face and form were narrow, but fit. Even from a distance, one could tell she was unusually tall. She wore an outift made of a strange material that wrapped tightly around her body. A shirt, or perhaps a short dress hung over pants that tucked into well fitted, comfortable looking boots. Despite the odd clothing, however, the most suprising feature of this girl was her eyes. The brown orbs were absent of any warmth, but full of an icy reserve to old to be found in one so young. "Your just a kid!" Tom sputtered, snapping back. "How very observant of you," the girl spat, taking Tom by suprise at her waspishness, "Unfortunately I don't offer trophies for such things." "Who are you?" demanded Nemo. "Would you like my full title or just my first name?" the girl replied, her waspish tone taking the form of complete disrespect towards him. "Why don't you just tell us what your doing out here first?" Tom shot back, disliking the girl already. The girl gave him a challenging smile. "My name is Carmine, my brother is Mr. Canodor. I'm here to collect you. I believe that answers both questions and more." "Collect us?" replied Skinner, "Don't you mean meet us?" "How should I know," the girl responded, "I'm merely the messenger." With that she held up her hand as some kind of signal. From another alley way emerged a dark carriage. Suspicious, the group pulled back defensively as it came to a stop behind the girl. Turning around she opened the door. "If you would please," she said, indicating they should enter the carriage. "Why should we believe you?" replied Nemo. The girl shrugged. "I don't care much if you believe me or not," she said, "All I know is that you are to meet my brother by any means necessary." "And what are you proposing to do if we choose not to come," said Nemo. "Perhaps I can do nothing," the girl said, "I am unarmed after all." "So are half of us, love, but that doesn't make them any more dangerous," smarted of Skinner. A cool smile crossed the girl's face. "Are you saying, Mr. Skinner, that the League can not take on an unarmed girl?" she replied with the sharpest sarcasm, "And here I thought you were made of stronger stuff." Furious, Tom stepped forward. "Fine," he said, "If that's how he chooses to meet us, fine by me." Without another word, he stepped into the carriage. The others shared a quick look. Skinner noted, with amusement, thatJekyll's gaze stayed on Mina a little longer then the required second. Seeing as they had little choice, the other members of the League followed Tom into the carriage. As Nemo finally pulled himself in, the Carmine closed the door. They could hear her lift herself onto the driver's seat and a second later feel the carriage move towards an unknown destination.
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