Persephone Grief: Dealing with Shrewd

The American Sanctuary, 2013


Persephone shook her hair out of her eyes. They had kept her waiting for five hours, and she knew there were Cleavers posted around the room. She smirked slightly. Like Cleavers could stop her from escaping.
"Good evening Ms. Grief," came a voice from the doorway. "I'm dreadfully sorry to have kept you waiting so long."
Persephone internally winced. As if things weren't bad enough. Forcing a smile on to her face, she turned and faced the man in the doorway.
"Hello Marcus." Marcus Shrewd, the bane of her existence. She had been hired to kill a woman, maybe twenty years ago. Shrewd was America's leading detective at the time, and when he appeared to stop her.... Things hadn't turned out well for Shrewd. And he was still angry. Losing most of your teeth can do that to a person. And even though the doctors had grown them back, he still held a grudge.
"I was under the impression that you were a wanted criminal. May I ask why you're here?"
"Oh, Marcus. You know how things are. Even the Sanctuary needs people dead sometimes. And money's tight."
Shrewd's face was, as ever, easy to read. Persephone could practically see his thoughts, and she was not a Sensitive.
"As it happens, we do have need of a murderer like you."
"Assassin, Marcus. I'm an assassin."
Shrewd's face contorted in fury.
"You kill! You're a murderer and that's all you'll ever be!" Persephone sighed, and leaned back in her chair.
"I don't have time for this. Who's my target?"
"Her name is Leila Nightshade." Shrewd turned and started to walk out the door.
"Aren't you going to tell me anything about her? Could be a bit hard to kill her if I've never heard of her." Shrewd scowled and tossed a folder on to the table. Persephone smiled at him and grabbed it, propping her feet up on the table. Shrewd strode out the door, anger practically emanating from him.
"Overreacts a lot, doesn't he?" Persephone asked the Cleaver standing by the door. It stood there for a few seconds, then closed the door behind it.
Persephone opened the folder and began to read.
Leila Nightshade. Dark hair and eyes. Pale skin. Appears to be in early twenties. Many wrinkles.
Well that's not very helpful. Though the wrinkles could help narrow it down.
Follower of the Faceless Ones.
Necromancer. Her object of power is her staff.
Fantastic. A Necromancer. Persephone reached up to finger the scar on the left side of her face.
"I hate Necromancers." she said aloud.