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Find her Blue and for one day, even one minute, nestle close in his arms and feel the true meaning of love.
Turning sharply, she shoved everything else out of her mind as she strode forward, reaching the designated room. As expected, it was locked. But if there was something Noelle had learned in her rather short time, it was how to bend the rules—and lock picking automatically fit in that category.
She removed a few pins she’d prepared in advance from her pocket and she got to work. Her movements were brisk and efficient. She knew time wasn’t on her side and she needed to get this done before she was caught.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she focused her efforts on the lock. In a few moments, though, she heard the tell-tale click and she grabbed the knob, testing the door.
A smile pulled at her lips as she successfully entered the room. Knowing time wasn’t on her side she hurried to scan the various shelves, opening each to see which one housed the psychedelic mushrooms.
A few tries later and she managed to find tens of bags full of shrooms.
Noelle wasn’t too sure how much she needed, so she took two bags, stuffing them in her pouch. With that done, she quickly went out, heading to where she’d left Lucero.
She was at the other end of the corridor when she heard a piercing scream. Her eyes widened and she dashed forward to see Lucero struggling in the arms of one of the guards—the one who should have been asleep back at the hacienda.
“Andale, muñequita. Si haces lo que te digo no le voy a decir a nadie que estuviste aquí.”
“Sueltame!” Lucero cried out, trying to strike him as he tore at her shirt.
Noelle didn’t think. She simply acted.
Rushing forward, she grabbed the first solid object she saw—a bottle of mezcal the previous guard had left on the table—and she hit the man over the head.
She took him by surprise, and with a cry of pain, he turned towards her, releasing Lucero. Unfortunately, her blow hadn’t been strong enough to hurt him.
Before he could hit her, Noelle raised the bottle again, channeling all the strength she could muster as she brought it over his head.
This time, the blow was powerful enough that the bottle broke against his head, shards of glass flying everywhere. A bigger piece got embedded in the man’s forehead, the cut deep and leaking blood.
“Que…” he muttered before his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he collapsed to the floor.
Lucero was shaking with fear, her eyes full of shock as she looked at Noelle before bringing her gaze lower to the man bleeding on the floor.
“Are you ok?” Noelle asked.
Lucero nodded.
Breathing out in relief, Noelle sank to her knees next to the man, bringing her hand to his neck and checking for his pulse.
“He’s still alive,” she murmured, her heart beating loudly in her chest. “We need to dispose of him.”
“W-what?” Lucero stammered.
“We need to kill him and make it look like an accident. And we need to do it fast.”
“But why… We don’t have to kill him…”
“He’s going to tell them he saw us here, and if Sergio hears that…” Noelle trailed off, the implication clear.
“But we’d be killing him,” Lucero continued, still pale from the shock.
“If we don’t, Sergio will killus. Is that what you want?”
“It’s murder, Noelle. How could we…”
“It’s not murder,” she replied with a straight face. “It’s self-defense. You know what he was about to do—what he wanted from you.”
“Yes but…”
