**Inagua**

Inagua pulled her shirt over her head, aware of Surgen's eyes on her.  
She shivered and he laughed.  Ignoring him, she finished getting 
dressed, checking to make sure she still had all her tools and money.

"Here at sunset," Surgen said, throwing back the covers and reaching for 
his discarded clothes.  Inagua was of the opinion that he looked better 
without them but wisely kept her mouth shut.  "I'll leave the window 
open."

"All right."  Inagua paused.  "Was that satisfactory payment?" she asked 
hurriedly, turning to face him.

"More then satisfactory, Inagua," he said, smiling.  "Shouldn't you be 
going?"

"Yes," she said, slamming her foot into her last boot and climbed out 
the window.
**************
**half hour before sunset**

Inagua sat down in a side alley and counted out the money she had 
aquired that day.  Damn, still short.  She idlily looked out into the 
main street, automatically scanning for possible victims as she thought.

A offended screech caught her attention and she turned to look at what 
was causing the commotion.  An obviously drunk man was being beaten over 
the head with a young woman's bag while he seemed to be decided whether 
to grope her or run away.  Finally, he backed off, cursing the woman and 
waving his bottle in the air, spilling wine on his fine, if soiled, 
clothing.

An expression that was a strange cross between disgust and triumph came 
over Inagua's face as she got an idea.  Quickly hiding her money in her 
clothing, she walked over to a horse trough and washed some of the grime 
off her face.  Inagua tucked her hat into her pants and slinked, as 
sexily as she could manage, over to the rich drunkard.

"I can give you a good time, if you want one," Inagua said as 
seductively as she could.

He stared blearily at her and she noticed that his money pouch was 
hidden in his pants.  He smiled hugely when he figured out that she was 
female.

"Shure, honey," he said, putting his arm around her.

Cringing, Inagua led him to an inn.

Inagua staggered out twenty minutes later, boasting a black eye a split 
lip, and several more bruises and abrassions hidden beneath her clothes.  
She did however have more then enough money to pay Surgen's fee.

With a pleased, if pained smile on her face, she left for Surgen's 
window.
***********************
**night**

Surgen lightly touched Inagua's shoulder and pointed to the two men 
staggering drunkenly down the street, asking her if they were his 
targets.  She nodded curtly, struggling to keep her sudden fury 
contained.

He started forward and she followed closely behind, ignoring his motion 
for her to stay back.  

Finally, annoyed with her, Sturgen turned around and hissed, "Say here!  
Unless you think you can do this..."

Inagua shook her head, knowing that even in her state of mind that she 
was physically incapable of killing to men, even if they were drunk.  
She simply stopped in plain sight and watched him work.

Surgen pulled out a thin wire and carefully wrapped it around his hands 
as he crept silently up behind the larger man.  She lost his next move 
in the darkness, but the next thing she knew, the larger man's head was 
no longer as connected to his neck and the smaller man had a dagger 
through his back.  He wasn't however dead.

Inagua's vision turned red with berserk fury and without a thought she 
rushed forward and snatched the dagger from Surgen's hand just before he 
was going to finish the job.

She stradled his neck as he landed on the ground and started stabbing 
him, to far gone in insane anger to realize that he was dead.  "How dare 
you do that to little Lia," she half sobbed, half hissed.  "How dare 
you.. How dare you..."

Gentle but firm hands pried her from the body and relieved her of the 
dagger.  Inagua started to cry, too exhausted to do anything else.  
After a bit, she felt herself being lifted off the ground into 
somebody's arms but didn't care anymore.

The next thing she knew, she was lying in a bed and warm lips were 
kissing her tears away.  Shuddering, she wrapped her arms around his 
neck and let him have his way with her.
*********************
**morning**

Inagua groaned in pain and opened her eyes, blinking to get the sleep 
out of them.  She felt like she had been through a wringer and she 
wasn't exactly sure why she was lying naked in a strange bed.

Slowly, as the fog faded from her mind, she remembered.  A small shudder 
ran through her and she pushed the unpleasant feelings into a corner in 
her mind.  

Gritting her teeth against the ache of stiff muscles, Inagua got up and 
looked around for her clothes.  She found a note instead.

"Inagua,
Consider all debts settled.  Your clothes are in the closet in the bag 
and I have a skirt and shirt set out since your clothes are ruined.  You 
paid for it last night.   Good luck in your life, I hope this satisfied 
Sanguachiva.
Surgen."

Setting it down, Inagua hobbled over to the closet hoping the clothes he 
had left didn't look like the ones displaid in the store.  She opened 
the door and gave a sigh of relief as she saw the clothes.  They were 
varying shades of beige and tan.  Grinning, she dug out her wearable 
clothes out of the bag, put on the shirt and skirt, and carefully 
climbed out the window, trying not to pull anything.

Inagua wandered around the main market place, hoping that her muscles 
would loosen up a bit... they didn't.  She smiled as she spied an 
instrument vender.  A metal flute caught her eye and she thought of 
Yelia.

She unobtrusively walked over there and, when the vender was distracted, 
quickly snatched the intrument from its place, careful not to let it 
reflect in the sun.

Grinning, she went to find Quiena to see if she could get a ride home.
****************
NRPG: OK its late and I got another 12 hrs of marching band tomorrow so 
this is all there is gonna be.  Inagua will be back in Greymist by 
afternoon and I'll deal with her then.

Uther
Appearance: white hair, average height, tan skin, brown eyes.
Other:Ex-thief, suffers from arthritis, is kind and very intelligent

Quiena
Appearance:Very large and overweight, chestnut brown hair, brown eyes, 
usually has a wooden spoon and an apron, looks motherly.
Other: Runs the thieves like a kitchen, strictly and efficiently, blunt 
and to the point, has a good heart though.  Owns a bakery and works 
there occasionally

Surgen
Appearance:strong, fit, nice body, wavy dark brown hair, Little eyes, 
large bulbous nose, buck teeth, protruding chin, gaudy dress
Other: relitively humorless, shop is only a front and he dresses that 
badly on purpose, not attractive but likes sex so he's willing to use 
that as part of payment for his services, not really cruel or 
particularily kind, but he has his moments


Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
Inagua and Myacura
Geode Warren

Bridget Olson 
Dyanisa and Sienra *Daere*
Inagua and Myacura *Geode*
Nalin and Trefoil *Whiteriver*
N'dovra Leriamtiq *Ralengarde*
Ens. Sirosa Badei *USS FARADAY*

"Life is only as limited as your imagination."*



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