When it came to her turn Lorraine froze within while remaining outwardly calm… She threw the dice and they rattled across the baize of the table….
The viewing room was as safe as it was possible to be; behind armour plated glass reinforced concrete and a high density steel door. The girl was in debt; she would be an asset; the Guardian instructed Mark to have her brought up.
As she travelled through the building with the Guardians’ henchman she made meticulous observations. Before showing her into the room he took a perverse delight in frisking her…though no weapon could be concealed by the outfit she wore. He was surprised only a minute later when she emerged from the room. Lorraine pulled the second syringe from her hair and he watched it fall as he too fell.
Lorraine left her brothers’ murderers, satisfied now he was avenged.
originally writen for flash fiction challenge