London Calling

1942 London

Maggie stepped out of the pub and walked down the street. The night had a surreal feel to it and the sky was lit up with search lights, much akin to a Hollywood premiere.

She turned up the collar of her jacket and headed down Chambers towards the safe haven of her home. Air raid sirens sang in the night like demonic beasts calling out to the very gods that had banished them.

From the shadows behind her two forms melted out and began following her. Maggie could hear their footfalls echoing off the walk but she didn't pick up the pace; she wanted them to feel a false security. 

Poor bastards, she thought to herself. As her hand slipped a button open and she felt the cool hilt of her katana.

"Hello Maggie," a voice up ahead said as he stepped out of the shadows.

Maggie stopped and looked ahead. A feeling of uneasiness washed over her like a broken faucet.

"Didn't expect to see me anytime soon," the man said as it stepped closer.

"Hopefully tonight will be the last time," Maggie replied as her coat dropped to her feet.