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 garrison. With Thomas, and his brothers, John and Arthur. Ada and Polly were in the back. 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.

Billy kimber, was on his knees, seeming unbothered. There was no way this woman would be his end, despite the pistol pointed at his head.

The sound of the gun shot echoed through the room. But Ada had walked past it on the wrong time and had now blood on her.