Forastero's Redemption

[Silver]

Silver, or Santa Muerte as she was known in Crete, walked through Barcelona, her favorite Crete city. The architecture was almost schizo, in a corner, you could hear a whore plying her trade, the cafeterías and bars were always full and alive. The whole city was alive.
In need to get balanced.
But she wasn't here for that. Clad in a Trece cloak with a silver mask on, most people avoided her, while some asked for her blessing. Making her loose time as much as she gained.

But still, she arrived at the Huevos Pretos bar. A name that made her chuckle when she got in.
The doorman almost fainted when he saw her, and gave way into the bar for her.
She sat and asked for the strongest drink in the house. And she got it. Black Devil's juice, a somewhat rare distilled juice of a very rare cactus that grows in the deserts of Crete. Old. At least 20 or 30 years from the way it gripped the glass. She removed the mask to drink it, and suddenly, mass panic formed, as all the customers thought someone was about to die, since Santa Muerte was there. People ran to the door, others jumped the counter and hid behind it, and a few ones threw themselves to the floor, praying to Santa Muerte. While chuckling at the display of fear, she gulped the almost glue like black substance and felt it ooze down her throat. Burning everything on the way. Like a kick to the stomach, she felt alive for a couple of seconds. Not even two minutes later, a four-man group entered the bar and looked at the displayed scene of chaos all around.
One of them smirked and walked right into Silver's booth.
"Eh, Santa Muerte, you sure know how to scare people away."

She raised an eyebrow and sighed.
Silver, as a person, didn't really hated this kind of person. A pig, willing to kill, maim and rape for fun and fame. Nothing else. The piracy he committed with his gang was just an excuse to further fuel his latent needs to give pain and to feed his ego.

She didn't hated, but she didn't loved it either.

"I am in the scary business, if you recall, boyo." Her reply was short.

"I got a target for you. Something real juicy. You interested?"

"Always, juicy senorita."
He leered at her, with a raw, almost palpable desire to get her into her thighs.

"A transport, heading to Leeds from Omega-3. It departs from Freeport One. IFF is Bowex, ID is Brown Racoon. Inside there's a coffin. Inside the coffin lays the body of Steve Holloway, former Mando Consul. Get that down here to Crete to display that body, so we can give more hope to the peopl-" He abruptly interrupted her.

"Can i kill the rest?"
Silver sighed and replied.
"Let it be the last time you interrupt me with a stupid question, boyo. And yes. I don't care. Just get the body down here and put it on display in Santo Carnero's square. You'll be payed 3 million credits for that job."

The man nodded. Three million credits was a lot of cash. But the want to kill was even bigger, so he could be more famous.
"Si si, it's a deal."

He replied and put his hand to shake Silver's. She grabbed the glass where a residual bit of Black Devil's was still.
She dropped it onto his hand, where it started burning the skin. The man yelped in pain and jumped out of his seat.

"You got 20 hours before departure. I suggest you skip the formalities and get the frackin' body fast."
Silver replied, smilling in a most devilish way.

The man kicked the feet of the table in anger, but the sound of three million credits and fame to be achieved was too big to avoid.
He walked out, quickly followed by his crew.

"This one.. will not be missed."
She whispered, while signaling for the check.
The owner of the bar, livid as he was in presence of a ghost, stuttered that it was on the house.
Silver grinned and got up.

"I bless this house for your generosity, senor. Be sure to keep them Devil juice stocked up. I'm sure i'll be returnin'."
The man gulped and nodded, starting to pray to Santa Muerte.
She did a quick blessing and soon, she was out again, walking the streets of Barcelona, deep in her thoughts.

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