Out of reflex, Clara clenched onto Cyra and he laughed at the reaction. Clara had never seen such swift driving. The car had stopped so close to them that any lesser skilled driver would have squashed them between the building or run them over. However, Cyra was not only unfazed, he was laughing at Clara for being startled.
Clara watched in confusion as the door opened and what emerged were shiny black high-heels. The driver exited the vehicle with the elegance and grace of a Hollywood movie star on the red carpet. When she stepped from behind the door it revealed that the high heels were actually leather heeled thigh-high boots, the bottoms of which were red and the toes pointed. She was wearing a strapless leather dress that was shorter than the t-shirt Clara was wearing and showed half of an inch of the bottom of her perfectly toned ass. Her deep plunge neckline made a U around her bellybutton. Her impressively long, slick black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and it whipped about her as she removed her sunglasses to glare at Clara.
Clara gazed at her with her mouth open, too mesmerized to move. It wasn't just her looks that captivated Clara and made her unable to move, there was no doubt that this girl was pretty, but it was the dangerous aura that held on tight to Clara refusing her mouth to make out a sound. It was like watching a beautiful panther closing in on you, and all you could do is watch and hope that the magnificent beast shows mercy.
"Cyra." The women nodded. Her voice was sharp and had a strong accent that Clara couldn't quite pick up. Maybe Slavic? Clara thought.
"Hello Natalia." Cyra answered without removing his arms from around Clara who was still holding on tight.
Clara shyly removed herself from Cyra's embrace and faced Natalia, embarrassed that another person had witnessed such an intimate moment. When she felt composed enough she finally spoke.
"Hey, I'm Clara. Nice to..." Natalia put her hand up to stop Clara from speaking further as she walked towards them, not breaking eye contact with Cyra. "Cyra, dear how can I be of service to you?"
"Natalia, this is Clara." Natalia grudgingly looked towards Clara and sighed. "Yes, and?" She answered, boredom and annoyance dripping from her painted red lips.
"Can we be cordial?" Cyra sighed.
"She is your new skank, no?" Natalie waved her hand from the top to bottom of Clara. "Why must I talk to her Cyra?"
"Excuse me?!" Clara bit back but Natalia only rolled her eyes and Cyra sighed again.
"She is my partner Natalia, and very powerful too I might add." Cyra smiled at Clara while he spoke which seemed to calm her a bit.
"Powerful? Cyra what do you speak? She is a sack of dough!" Natalia's accent seemed to get more defined the more annoyed she got.
"And Clara, this is Natalia, my associate. She is a black belt in more arts than I can keep track of and the best sniper the world has ever seen." The boasting from Cyra had also made Natalia calm down a smidge. She crossed her arms to hide it.
"I need your help my dear." Cyra put the wallet in his pocket and the other hand pointed Natalia to Clara's wrecked car. He explained everything to her from the beginning including the robbery and the mysterious powers. Natalia's expression never changed, even when brought with very astonishing information.
Clara, still holding the crinkled paper, stared at the phone number and sighed. She wondered what they would do once they found Emor. Surely Cyra might try to kill him. Would Clara be able to stop Cyra and convince him that letting the justice system do what they need to was a better option? Not having any pockets, she shoved the phone number deep inside the insole of her shoe.
Cyra walked back to Clara and explained that Natalia was to follow them to Clara's apartment and drop off the red car that Clara would be using for the time being.
"I don't think she likes me very much." Clara stated the obvious.
"Natalia is just protective of me."
"BECAUSE YOU PAY ME TO BE JACKASS!" Natalia yelled from across the shipping yard.
Cyra chuckled. "Loyal only to the dollar my sweet Natalia? I don't believe it! You know you love me." He teased and she smiled back and brought her index finger and thumb together leaving a small gap as to say "a little bit."
"You should ride with her my darling. Take advantage of the opportunity to get to know each other." Cyra offered.
"So that she can actually kill me? Thanks a bunch, appreciate it" Clara answered sarcastically.
Cyra laughed whole heartedly. "She's not going to kill you, relax my Princess! Besides, that would be far too expensive. Natalia is not cheap to hire." He added without a smile.
"That makes me feel only slightly better. Still not great though if you're wondering."
Natalia pulled the red sports car up to where the two were conversing. "Are you driving with me, Tecto?" She hollered from the window. Expensive looking sunglasses covered half of her face.
Clara turned to Cyra in confusion. "Tecto?" She asked him. Cyra tried hard to keep a straight face. "I.... I think she just called you dough."