Beaten to the Bust
“I can’t believe I get to run an operation with the infamous Director’s Pet of Unit Eight.”
Silhouette eyed Sarida, her “fellow” high elf, from over her shoulder. Westfall had fewer places to hide and survey from, because Westfall was a piece of shit region with next to nothing in it. What it did have was a rumored drug lab the Director wanted Vyn and her colleague to raid.
The lab, thankfully, was situated along the river between Westfall and the Elwynn Forest, allowing two elves more than familiar with the woods to perch in a tree and watch for activity. They were waiting a while before Sarida said much to Vyn, which spoke to a general distrust. High elves were not plentiful anymore, so the much older elf clearly questioned how she was unaware of Vyn’s presence until recently.
Of course, waiting this long made anyone antsy. Vyn, to her credit, smirked through the jab. “Infamous? You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she teased. “It’s not my fault Director Hawke values a job well done.”
“Even when the job is watching a cabin do nothing for hours?”
“Yep.” Whatever she was told to do, that was what she would do. Though this was odd… “We have the right place,” she muttered, “and reports suggested people came in and out every few hours.”
“Thinking we’ve been made?”
“I’ve never been made in my godsdamn life.” Well, except that time she was sold out to the Horde military. “I think something might be up, though. And we can’t wait forever; we’re on a clock and we have to make this bust, with or without an opening. We have to get close…”
Even in an open area, this was her specialty. She did not have the same familiarity of the shadows that Kat had, but Silhouette could get them closer to the structure. Thankfully, the edge of the river still had greenery to obscure them as she shrouded them, sticking close as they walked from branch to branch, falling silently to the other bank.
Approaching the back of the building, Silhouette could feel the chill condensing around Sarida as she prepared her magic for whatever they might come across. Silhouette was never as adept with magic as her sisters, but she did have two sharp blades ready to cut a swath through any resistance. (Of course, the goal was to apprehend, so ideally, she could keep the majority of them alive.)
That would not be an issue, she realized, when she burst through a window into the small building. It was impossible to keep people alive when they were already all dead. And everyone in the drug lab was dead.
Half a dozen dead bodies. Multiple gunshots, multiple stab wounds. What the everloving… okay, she had to focus. Her guard remained up, directing Sarida to check the back room. While she did that, Vyn checked the wounds. She might not have been a mage, but she was a blood elf; if magic was used in an attack this gruesome, she would be able to detect it. Nothing.
Looking around the room, there were some crates of product, but not nearly as many as she expected based on reports. Was this place robbed? Who would do that? More importantly, why did the remaining crates give her the spine-shuddering sensation that she was in the presence of the void?
In the center of the room, surrounded by the corpses, Vyn noticed a red bowler and her mind went to work remembering all the files Kat had her study. Gracie “Red” Brooks. A crime lord like her had this place on her radar? This seemed like a brazen hit, but something seemed off.
“Hey, Mistcaller? Might wanna get that ass of yours back here.”
Vyn walked to the backroom, rolling her eyes. “If that’s a shot at my backside right now, I… I… wow.”
A k’thir. A dead k’thir with a dagger stabbed into it. Well, she hoped it was dead, but Vyn did not know the signs of life for a goddamn being of the void. “Agent Evensky, we need to get in touch with the Director. Like… three hours ago.”
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