[Ishu]

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

His eyes snapped open when she kicked him, a hand instinctively grabbing at a pipe as his body flew over the edge and hung. Amante cursed as the bottle dropped down and shattered on the sewer floors, frowning up at a dark looking Leila. growling, he swiped at her but missed, tear at her shoe a bit.

"I didn't go through your things." Frowning still, he continued, "As a traitor, you're overreacting." He pointed at her with his free hand, "you're the one who should be hanging fro mthe pipe, asking for mercy." His eyes bulged as he hiccuped, his hand moving over his mouth as he groaned. Don't vomit, you'll ruin your speech. He cleared his throat and looked up at her.

"Besides, they'll know you did it," He hiccuped again, "And no one would miss me. So go ahead- show us what a great fucking assassin you are." Amante was not one for cursing, especially at another person. something was wrong. He always saw the good in others but... not now. He knew Leila was evil, though whether she wanted to be evil was another story.