Merci is sitting in a coffee shop, smoking cigarettes and listening on as two men in the booth behind her carry on about life's tedium. The weather. Sports. The waitress' ass.

After said waitress places a martini in front of her and moves away, she picks the olives up and is about to eat them off the toothpick when the fellas behind her lean closer together, dropping their voices.

"He's loaded, see. Old money. Just started up here in Los Angeles. Likely has no clue what he's doing...easy mark, I'm telling you. We could walk right up to his headquarters with a couple guns and he'd shit money to make us go away."

Merci's ears perked at this. This kind of intel might be valuable to a crew leader. Even more so if she ended up saving a CL's life...

Scribbling down the name she'd heard them toss around, she waited until they hatched their half-assed plan and wrote down the details on a paper napkin. After they'd left, she got up, moved to the back of the coffee shop, and used the phone on the wall the call Jaime Lannister.

Jaime was just finishing up some wine at a bar when suddenly he hears the ringing of his phone. 

Confused on who could be calling him he asked himself:

"Who could it be?" 

Jaime picked up the phone call. It was his old friend Merci. She told him to meet her in the coffee shop she was attending. She had good info that was of urgent matter.

After a short ride Jaime arrives at the coffee shop and enters the local.

When he sees a really nice looking woman, he says in his mind. "Must be Merci... wow its been awhile." Walking towards the table she was currently in, and sitting on the bench when he finally arrived.

Merci watched as Jaime entered the cafe, and smiled. Standing up just enough in the booth to lean across the table, she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Congratulations on your new venture. Let me buy you a drink," she offers, flagging down the waitress.

Jaime stared at Merci with a blushy face as she leaned back against the bench, That was the most deliciously soft kiss on his cheek he ever got to feel in a long time.

"Thank you so much. No need to buy me a drink, Ill invite the drink for both of us. It is nice to see such a beautifull face again." --

"You can tell me what is so urgent while we enjoy this drink." 

Waitress arrived at the table with both of the drinks. 

The smile leaves her face as she pushes the napkin towards him. 

"Your HQ will be hit soon, by a couple of goons. I've written down the date and time. It's just the two of them...I can help," she offers. Jaime was one of few men who'd earned her respect and trust, one of the first people she'd met when she'd turned toward The Life.

"I can station myself outside your HQ, take them out before they even make it through your door. It's my specialty, you know. What do you think?"

Jaime looks at the napking stating the date and time of the attack and responds to Merci's offer.

"Thats a great plan, and if taking out goons on others people HQ door is your specialty i can't say no. We should take them out together."

Jaime gives a little laugh on what he just said and tells Merci to meet him in the HQ, happy that and old friend was offering help. 

On the day in question, she arrives and sets up on the roof across the street. Once her scope is trained on the entrance to Jaime's HQ, she checks her watch and waits. Ten minutes. She pulls a flask from her coat pocket and is about to unscrew the cap when she sees a car pull up and stop at the curb a few doors down. The driver and another fella from the backseat get out, and she immediately recognizes them from the diner. As they pair up and walk down the sidewalk, she wastes no time, pulling the trigger and dropping the first man with a head shot. The second man is so stunned that he forgets to react, and is easy pickings for her...she squeezes the trigger again and he's down as well.

With a self-satisfied grin, she takes the fire stairs down to the ground floor and walks quickly across the street. As she approaches the door, she can't rid herself of the idea she's forgotten something, something important, but she tries to dismiss the thought as she knocks on the door.

When Jaime opens it, the smile on his face melts away as his eyes shift to something behind her. At that moment, the stray, worrisome thought clicks into place inside her head. Why did the second man get out of the back seat??

Because there was a third man riding shotgun up front as a lookout, and he was now approaching Merci with a gun pointed at the back of her head.

A hot feeling of blood flowin gets across Jaime's body from head to toes. "What to do?", He says in his mind, Shocked. Jaime thinks quickly, He has his sword always with him. He quickly unsheats his sword, doing a maneuver with it that distracted the guy for a few mili seconds. Those mili seconds where the only time Jaime needed. Jaime with his right hand, boosts the sword forward passing an inch of Merci's hair going straight into the goon's head. "Pshhk", it hears as the blade goes into the head's flesh, passing the brain and coming out from the back of the goon's head.

Jaime quickly pull back his sword, bursting some blood out of the poor goon's head. Some of it got into Merci's hair and in the back of her work clothes. 

"Sorry for that, are you okay? I think theres blood on your hair.", Jaime says smilling. 

"We did hell of a job here. I mean you did the most part, Hah! we both saved our lifes today.", Still smiling from the recent events. 

"If you want you can pass the night here", Jaime offers with winky face.

"I might just do that. Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" she asks, winking back as she steps inside and closes the door behind her, leaving the mess of corpses in the street for Jamie's bodyguards to clean up.