“But-but you–”
“The number one rule of of assassinations, Lenny: Always confirm your kills.” Mary strolled leisurely up the aisle, shocking some of the guests in attendance. “Ladies and gentlemen, theydies and gentlethems, as you can see I am very much alive and well, just a little pissed at the moment. That’ll be remedied quite soon. For now, those who are not involved in this little altercation of ours, it would be in your best interests to leave now.”
Mary continued her leisurely stroll up the aisle as everyone else not privy to the plan broke camp. Niko and Marco dragged a struggling Lenny to one of the front row seats and slammed him down.
“Now, my sweet little canary,” Mary's smile was sickly sweet as her fingers tapped on the hilt of her sword, “it’s time to sing for me. And for your sake, I better like your song. I have my suspicions about who wanted me gone, but I wanna hear it from your lips.”