#3.20.2021.

[sachas]

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕 — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

[sachas]

FIGHT NIGHT @ THE FACTORY / THE TWENTIETH OF MARCH / @ginnyren

What is at first a lucky accident turns into full fledged plan for retribution, a murderous spectacle that all stems from Sacha’s quick thinking — Warden princess arrives on scene with imperfect timing, fucking with the scheduled bombing, nearly throwing them off course, though it’s nothing a little chloroform can’t fix as long as Sacha strikes fast. They’re just glad they have Gwen at their side to help carry home their spoils, someone well equipped to handle a little unplanned violence. With a Seraphim in custody, the pieces of Mortem fall into place, Uriel tasking Sacha again with the same game of capture and retreat; Famine is a fucking risky operation though, given all the funny little friendships Sacha feigns while trying to find weak links. Now, sneaking in is a minefield, though Sacha manages, much like they always do, distracting sweethearted Kitty Mallick with weapons and sleazy conversation, trying on a new persona like clothing.

Not that Ginny is fond of the disguise, freely making comments on dingy Ecko hoodie and wornout trainers, prosthetic nose and added facial hair, the look a stark contrast to even Sacha’s most outlandish outfits. Even as they lurk in the depths of the athlete’s lounge, eerily quiet this close to the start of the match, she has something to say. “I get it, okay, you don’t like the fit. I can’t exactly wear the fucking mask right now and I needed to be sure I wouldn’t be recognized.” Whisper shouts feel amplified in the narrow hallway, the pair flitting between empty offices, conference rooms, and dining area, coming up empty handed. No Leon in sight, only a few straggling employees incapacitated at Death’s hands in order to move through The Factory undetected. One last room is left to clear, the locker room waiting for them at the end of the long hallway. They have their orders to nab Famine’s prized fighter as payment for the their sins, and it all comes down to this moment, their successes. Sacha reaches into their hoodie, grabbing at the bottle of chloroform hidden inside bullet-proof vest, pre-mixed and courtesy of Jack Tanner. Ready for anything, now.

Eyes tear away from closed door and back to Ginny. “You’re going in first, like we talked about. Buy me some time and I’ll sneak in after you,” they start, voice low and steady. “You could say you’re collecting him for the fight, or that Marcus or Ikki need him, tell him the fucking building’s on fire, whatever. Just get him up and headed to the door.” With enough time to get in place, hiding behind lockers or waiting just out of sight in a corner, Sacha will strike. “Then I’ll take care of the rest.” Between the bombing and this operation, they’re becoming quite well-versed in the subtle art of chloroform. One last detail to be cleared up — “are you armed?” Sacha manages to sneak a small pistol tucked under layers of clothing, hidden beneath vest.