Oren
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written by Hiver
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Post by Oren on Nov 27, 2020 5:45:20 GMT -8
The hunter's zeal and a flash of recognition. Do they know each other? Fun!
Oren departs for the car, still wearing that face. He felt comfortable. Powerful, even. The smile was genuine. He too, awaited instructions.
"I don't suppose you have any spare armour?"
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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 29, 2020 15:30:27 GMT -8
And Penrose's question, the Sicario gives him a leveled stare, "No. Do I look like a charity? Beg the cartel if you want to owe them." The slick Batman-To-Be could clearly afford his own shit. Solomon explains to Kai that Lucky is an unknown entity, either a Changeling without an oath, or an Avowed. Marquel was a generic name, and thus unknown. Sanction is given that if a Lost individual engages first, and only if they engage first, Kai and Oren are free to retaliate with extreme prejudice. Sniping potential Spring Mantles remove the excuse that Summer's engagement was motivated in ignorance. If the Spring courtiers were Masked, that was their own damn fault. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
As they drove in a generic sedan, the Sicario belted off a general rundown. "Warehouse is commercial owned. Indoor storage that rents out units to private companies. Diamonds likely have a few employees on their payroll. Drug shipments go out with whatever truck hides it best. It's a tight space, but decent cover. Process of elimination for where the lab is. Unless you have another idea."
The location pinged on the GPS. Ten minutes.
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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 29, 2020 15:56:23 GMT -8
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