From the top of a snow-covered hill, a Vandal raises its head slightly, peering as best as it can through the blizzard that was quickly increasing in severity. It took a few moments to stare down the sights of its wire rifle, trying to pick out any shapes in the white blur, but came up with nothing. Satisfied that they remained hidden, the Vandal moved off back to the shelter of a fortified entrance built into the face of a large mountain.
It met up with two other Vandals inside and began a small conversation, moving down the metal covered hallway to seek warmth inside. There was nothing to be sighted outside, as per usual, and it didn’t want to spend any more time outside than was necessary. Everything was well.
From within the metal rafters just above them, a figure shifted slightly.
Clad in black and blending in seamlessly with the shadows, the Hunter made sure that the three had gone before she silently moved further towards the entrance to get a better signal. It had been a fair bit since she’d sent her last transmission, since she’d wanted to be absolutely sure that she’d covered everything so she could give an accurate idea of what the inside of the base that the House of Kings used was like.
Her gaze pierced through a gap in the metal to look outside, making sure that there were no Fallen returning from patrols that could potentially ruin her cover. It would really annoy her if she was discovered so easily, after months of being hidden.
She sent a ping to the Warlock Vanguard to begin a comm link. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”
