Marie passed the time in the darkness by taking out every little tool, knickknack and knife in her pockets - and there where quite a lot of them - and rubbing them dry the best she could on her shirt. As her hands worked so did her mind. Something had obviously gone awry and she was pretty sure it wasn't she who'd made a mistake. The basis of her whole business was trust no one but despite that she couldn't help but rule out Miss Sarah. The other woman had saved her life on countless occasions and this whole mess didn't seem like her either, if Sarah was going to come after her it would be to the face and probably with the knives she kept hidden in her corset, not with a Sniffer.
Marie sighed. She hoped it wasn't a relative of someone she had killed. While she understood people wanting revenge when their loved ones was killed it really wasn't her they should go after, she had nothing against the people who ended up on her to-do list, to her it was only a job, it was the people who hired her who was to blame. She slid her unlockers into their sheath in her belt again and went on to the thaumabullets that sat in a neat row on her other belt. She felt her fingers tingle as she handled them and her thoughts went back to the Sniffer. Never mind who sent it after her she had to get rid of it.
It was obvious that she had to set a trap for the creature and it's handler, something they where highly unlikely to avoid and survive. There was no chance she'd get the name of whoever hired them out of the Handler, Handlers routinely had their tongues cut out - officially because it made it easier for them to communicate sub-vocally with their charges but Marie suspected that client security also had something to do with it. If you can't talk you can't tell who hired you. So, they both had to go and she was thinking explosions, big explosions.
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