Retrieving the Blade
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Stealing the knife had been the most stupid thing Moira had ever done, by far. And that was a list comprised of some truly idiotic moments. Mo had always felt unsupervised, and she had gotten away with so much she constantly pushed the envelope. Only Ryan knew any real scope of what she got up to and even then if it might get her brother in trouble or endanger him she kept tight lipped about it. Here and now though, kneeling on a dingy floor working the tumblers of a locked desk she wanted to slap someone, mostly herself but there was a few other options. Róta for acting as if this was a smooth kind of lesson, Devasha for not stopping her when it was very clear Mo had never tried to jack something in a tavern bursting with people. Still she knew they were up there and had her back if this went horribly wrong.

Laying on her back she turned the picks she held in hand, holding her breath until she heard the click of the lock falling into place and springing open for her. She wanted to yelp, but that would just add another layer of stupid to her evening. Instead she slid out of the shadow of the desk and started to rummage for the blade Róta had been so keen to get back. When her hand closed on the heavy handle, pushed far back in the drawer she smiled and shoved the thing closed with a clang that made her wince, holding her breath. She blew out the small light she had used to look with and then moved out of the office locking the door behind her so nothing was amiss. She was feeling proud, cocky even, and that lead to the night imploding.

She didnt watch for a clearing in the crowd before she pushed through out of the stairwell that had lead down into the office she had just swiped from. She stopped short of running into a girl a little older then her hauling a tray with empty tankards. The girls eyes went wide as Mo held her hands up to make sure the tray didnt topple over. She looked From Moira to the doorway she had just slipped form and sputtered, knowing Mo didnt work there and belonged nowhere near those doors. Her saving grace was the girl had full hands and long skirts so when Mo slipped between two burly men and headed for the door it was harder to follow her. But her voice carried and that got attention on the girl as Moira tried to slip free. A hand closed on her arm and she almost swung backwards before seeing it was Devasha. “Lets go,” the older girl murmured, Róta still at the bar, her voice growing louder to draw attention her way and was not to the blonde that was currently sputtering about a girl in the offices. They broke from the door into the cool night and Mo thought they were home free before a low voice, deep with base called after them. Turning the girls were faced with one very massive man and his shorter friend.

The short one stood back as his friend moved forward making to grab Moira by the arm where once tonight she had already been grabbed. But Devasha moved to stop him and he raised his other hand as if to stop her. Without thinking Mo kicked him, hard, broadly and to the midsection, making him hunch over as the air left his chest. Devasha then turned into his frame her elbow smashing into his nose. He fell with no other protest and his friend looked to debate for only half a second about pursuing them before he turned for the tavern door again. Mo smiled and Devasha shook her head, leading the way to untie the horses. They were on their backs before Róta all but pranced out, rushing over to them and vaulting on her own mare before flashing Devasha a smile. “See? She did fine.” Devasha looked like clearly it could have gone smoother but as they rode back towards the compound Moira was very aware it could have gone so much worse as well. Mo tossed the blade to Róta who snatched it from midair like it was the most beautiful thing in the world to her.

Arriving back at the compound Mo wondered how long she would have to avoid that place, maybe that whole little section of the city before her face was forgotten by the local regulars. She sat heavily on her bed noting a letter on the pillow, bringing a smile to her face as she slid her finger between pagers to part them, unfolding the letter to reveal familiar handwriting. She read through both sheets multiple times, a smile ever present on her face. Her brother was not only thinking of her but he had gone so far as to say he was proud of her. And while she doubted he would be impressed with her lesson for the evening from the others she now felt much better about it. Everything could be learned from, and if her older brother, even if only by minutes, was impressed enough that she was here being spit at daily by cranky old ladies then she sure as hell could be impressed with herself. Besides far away from the tavern she felt like the whole thing was much funnier, and she now knew if some jerk tried to make a grab for her even though she could handle herself she had others watching her back as well.  

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