Elsewhere in the city, a pair of familiar stilettos trod their way through a heavy evening shower of rain. Cars windscreen wipers moved from left to right then from right to left in a continuous loop. Steam rose from manhole covers. Jade confidently wore these stilettos, stepping into puddles after puddles along a weathered sidewalk. She had a red umbrella and a thick coat to keep herself warm and dry. Hiding under the coat was Victor's sword still strapped onto her back. The little personal items she managed to rustle up, she carried in a small, leather handbag thrown across her shoulder. She wanted to rest for even a minute or two, but she couldn't. She couldn't afford to get comfortable in one place for too long as her fellow Dai Lee assassins were more than likely right on her tail. Sh
