An insight into what Mariana Cortéz and Thomas Shelby were like before the violence and murder
And how they became so numb to the world around them.
How they came together and fell apart before the war.
And how the Shelby's became the notorious, ru...
The days had melted into that familiar ticking by of boredom Seeing Tommy and Freddie Visiting Dorothy Trying my hardest to be nice to Lizzie and forgive her for sleeping with John.
But I was bored Nothing was happening I wasn't involved in any dealings with Lucius, he kept me out of the action And I didn't blame him I didn't want to be caught up in all the violence again.
But I wanted something to happen. Anything "Mar, have you heard?" Polly asked, rushing into my little space by the betting shop window I stopped leaning on the wood and looked at her unamused "Clearly not" I said. Or I'd probably be holding that same horrified expression she had on her face.
"Germany have declared war on France" she said "Fucking hell, I thought this would have all died down by now" I said "Well it's not, I'm scared Mariana, it won't be long before we're dragged in" she said "That might not happen" I said
"And what if it does? All the boys will be called up" she said worriedly "Pol" I said, grabbing her hands and stopping her fretting "Cross the bridge when it comes to it alright, there's no point worrying over nothing" I said.
"But what-" "Pol, breathe" I said, she nodded, taking slow breathes.
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"I'll kill the fuckers, why shouldn't we be enrolled?" Freddie chuckled, downing the rest of his pint "Because we could die?" John said "Nah, fuck that, you can't kill a Shelby" Freddie laughed "Well you're a Thorne so, nice knowing you Fred" Arthur joked
Mariana's Outfit
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"We'll be alright, they'll give us guns, we'll have 'em dead in a week" Danny laughed Danny whizzbang was a crazy bastard Even Arthur was a crazy bastard, but I think they were all downplaying their nerves at the idea of a war.
"I'm going to get another" I said, excusing myself, earning a smile and a nod from Freddie and Tommy I stood at the bar, waiting for Harry to reappear and pour me a vodka When a woman stood beside me, bright short red curls hidden under a hat, and an overcoat that concealed the rest of her What caught my attention however was the fact she was looking at me.
"Can I help you?" I asked "I'm hoping you can Mariana" she said as Harry came back out I sighed So she knew my name Who was she? She didn't look like a copper "What?" I asked
"What?" She echoed confused, her posh accent shining through "Same again Mar?" Harry asked I nodded "What do you want with me?" I asked her "Meet me tomorrow for lunch and you'll find out" she said confidently "Florencea cafe, 1pm" she said, placing some money down for the drink before walking out of the pub.
Strange. But intriguing Who was she with? Or who did she work for? And why did she pay for my drink? Did she think that was going to sweeten me?
"Who was that?" Tommy asked, standing beside me "I have no idea" I said honestly, as Harry placed my drink in front of me "Are you in trouble?" He asked, I shook my head, sliding the money she left over "No, promise" I said.
"Good, come on" he said, nodding back to the table.
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I admit I was nervous Really nervous in fact, it's not a common occurrence that a stranger wishes to talk to me And in a dainty little cafe no less "As you know there is a war impending" she said off the bat "Good afternoon to you too" I smiled, she didn't break
"And as such, we need to prepare, fill the ranks as one would say" she said "And that concerns me how?" I asked "Well, the men will be called up no doubt, but there is more behind the scenes than most think" she said
"Such as?" I asked "Such as, the security of people on our side, connections in places that we know we can rely on, that are one of our own" she said "So war is coming?" I asked "War is... a possibility" she dismissed
"A highly likely one?" I asked She took a breath, staring at me with a look I knew meant to stay quiet "tu parles français? oui?" She asked, sitting back.
You speak french? Yes?
"Yes" I said, refusing to reply in french I only knew how to speak french because of Dorothy, her grandmother was french, god rest her soul And she kindly taught me It never really came in handy though "Et russe?" She asked
And Russian?
"A little" I said. And that was only thanks to my own ambition to learn I wasn't overly strong in the language.
"Why?" I asked "Because if this war does need us, which is looking... somewhat likely, we need women too" she said.
"Cut to the chase" I said "We need women in France, to be able to smuggle our soldiers if need be, to gather information" she said "What? Like a spy?" I laughed "Precisely" she said, killing any humour I had about the subject.
"We think you suit the requirements Miss Cortéz" she said "And what requirements are they?" I asked She said nothing "Who's they?" I asked She still said nothing "Can I know your name at least?" I asked
"My name is Daisy" she said "And is that your real name? Or a handle?" I asked She smiled, standing up "Report to the building just off Redmund street if you wish to participate, number 48" she said, pulling her coat on.
"If I wish to?" I said "We highly insist you do. For your own good" she said "Cute threat" I replied.
"Any questions?" She asked "About 50" I said "Any that are relevant at this current time?" She asked "Yes, is there anywhere I can leave a review of your impeccable hospitality?" I asked
She smiled again, one that told me she was slightly amused "Good bye Miss Cortéz" she said "Bye... Daisy" I said, sitting back as she left What on earth was going on?
A spy? In France? During a war?
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