Notes and Disclaimers: The characters of Mirielle and Kirika, are the property of Bee Train, Victor Entertainment, Tsukimura Ryoe and an amazingly long list of other people and corporations, not me. All original characters are from cheesy film noir movies, penny dreadfuls and my imagination. I came up with the plot, but I didn't work very hard at it, I'll admit.
This story will disappoint anyone looking for hot lesbian sex. And probably alot of other people, too. It's appallingly not-hentai-at-all-whatsoever. Some violence, of course, but duh, the protagonists are assassins, so its to be expected.
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"How do you know they were Soldats?"
The setting suns brilliance set the river's surface on fire. Mirielle and Kirika watched a few boats pass; the low moan of a boat whistle floated mournfully across the water.
Kirika shifted, then turned to face the other woman, one hand lifting to pull the hair back from her face. Smiling bitterly she responded with, "Their suits all matched."
Mirielle looked past her partner, her expression less than pleased.