Thomas Shelby had chosen you. Chosen to be the dog that did the dirty work. You were ruthless, maybe even more so than Thomas himself. No one truly knows how your paths had crossed, but it was evident the power you held.

Now here you were in the Eden club. With Thomas, and his brothers, John and Arthur, but not another soul in sight. They were watching you with interest, seeing a you at work. Your face held that of indifference, just a worker carrying out the orders of their master.

Darby Sabini, was on his knees, seeming unbothered. There was no way this woman would be his end, despite the pistol pointed at his head. As always... you recited a small prayer.

"And Shepherds we shall be For Thee my Lord, for Thee Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patri..." The sound of the gun cocking echoed through the room. "Et Filii... et Spiritus Sancti." A gun shot followed, echoing through the club.