Lilywhite Boys/The Old Guard - Susan/Cara, the gang
[going with gin, which might be cheating, don't care by this point!]
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Susan doesn’t quite know what happened. She was working a case – a man abducted, nothing special as such, but something odd about the three clients. The dark-bearded one near-frantic with worry for the kidnapped fellow; the Frenchman reeking of gin and anger; the tall woman and her unnerving stare. Andrea Smith, sure, there’s a fake name Susan’s never heard before.
Susan put the work in. Did the job. Found the bloke, no worse for the wear, and witnessed the reunion, which was a bit of sweet. That’s not remarkable, but what they paid her?
Well. It’s only a fucking fortune.
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Susan doesn’t believe in fate or oracles, on account of being raised by the bloody Seer of London, the most brazen cheat to ever hold a séance. He taught her early just what tosh all that business is.
But this isn’t fool’s gold, no trickery she can find. Only more money than she’s seen in a lifetime, and only one thing she wants to do with it.
Cara stares when Susan spreads the haul out before her like a dragon’s hoard. “But – who were they?”
“I don’t care if they’re demons, Cara, let’s go. Tomorrow, now. Let’s find the sun.”