Letting them count money, Kat decided to calm down but stay inside, waiting until she was called upon for dinner. Giving the two of them the night off, she spent it with Skull Face, taking the chance at dinner to ask him about the Bermejo district. It wasn't odd for her to ask about work, something she been doing for years due to gaining intel. She wasn't too surprised with his answer, and after dinner she stayed with him for drinks while he handled some business. As the night went on the three goons came with answers, and the lost coke.
"I found a rat," she explained to Skull Face, after listening to their stories, "Thank you men. You can go."
Staring at the two crates of coke sitting in the sitting room, she pressed a finger to her lips.
"This wasn't a one person job," she stated, seeing him nod, "someone thinks they can make money off your dime."
"Not for long," his voice was cold, and angry, "Meet me in my quarters tonight Kat. I have some business to attend to now."
Being dismissed, she wandered back to her room, changing into red lingerie before wrapping a silk housecoat around her lean frame and sticking her head into Em and Al's room.
"I won't be sleeping in my quarters tonight," she exclaimed, her face giving no emotion away, "Stay indoors. Skull Face is in a mood to kill, and poking your nose around wouldn't be wise. See you both in the morning."
With that she left, leaving for Pablo's room.
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Katerina woke with a jolt, a screeching alarm filling the room.
"Narcos," she yelled over the sound, rubbing his arm, "Get up! Something's wrong!"
The sound continued to screech, the siren wailing throughout the compound. Narcos was up in seconds, pulling clothes on as Katerina picked her own discarded robe from the floor, pulling it on her naked body.
"Get to your room and lock the door," he ordered, not even looking at her, "Do not come out until I come for you."
Her heart stopped, realizing what he was not saying. Instantly her ears caught the sound of gunfire, the night exploding as shots rang out along with the wailing alarm. She flinched, knowing she was too vulnerable here.
Grabbing her arm roughly, he dragged her out of the room, pulling her down the hall until they needed to split. While he pounded down the flight of stairs she rushed to her room on the other end of the hall, hair and robe billowing behind her, slamming it open before kicking it shut and locking it.
"Em! Al!" she yelled, ramming their adjoining door open and waking the sleeping two, "Get your vests on quick!"
She cringed as gunfire sounded downstairs, far too close, "It's all out war! Fuck! Lock everything! Just lock every, fucking, thing. And be ready to fight our damn ways out of here!"