The Black Chains base was busy. The "Zulu" had returned not an hour ago and the hangar was busy with mechanics inspecting the craft for its next flight, while several others hand taken the unconscious miqo'te they had captured from Highbridge to a cell.
A'trus had been debriefing the operation with his small team of snipers to go over what had happened. It had been a rough operation. The target had not come alone, though was not a surprise. What had been a surprise was the amount of resistance it had taken, the fight that had occurred, and the number of fingernails they had to pop off Korofi's hand before the Grimsong agreed to climb into the cage. But eventually the Grimsong had climbed into the cage. They had exchanged Korofi to the Dauntless and now the airship, the Black Chains, and the bounty were home.
Things seemed like they were going well.
That changed immediately as the sniper team left and a woman dressed in a long, white robe with dark skin and long, ebony hair entered. Her face was pointed and hawkish but she was disturbingly alluring, though in her eyes was a look of a hunter eager to devour prey.Â
Kresha.
A'trus looked at the tall hyur woman and blinked as the Highlander came over and whispered into his ears. A'trus stiffened.
"Are you sure?!"Â The male exclaimed, his teeth gnashing.
"Without a doubt. The face doesn't resemble the sketch close enough, Similiar yes, but clearly not. Not old enough." Kresha's reply was quiet.
A'trus ran his tongue over his teeth and hissed before speaking.
"Kresha, do be a dear and get this male's name, and Grimsong's location, please."
Kresha gave a soft purr and nodded.
"Oh, I'll give him my -special- hospitality." Kresha turned and exited the room. Meanwhile A'trus held in his frustration as he looked over at the desk and began thinking as he looked over papers.
They had sent a decoy. They were really cruel enough to not send the right male? Now, this decoy would suffer and so would anyone else that prevented A'trus from Grimsong's head.
A'trus had been debriefing the operation with his small team of snipers to go over what had happened. It had been a rough operation. The target had not come alone, though was not a surprise. What had been a surprise was the amount of resistance it had taken, the fight that had occurred, and the number of fingernails they had to pop off Korofi's hand before the Grimsong agreed to climb into the cage. But eventually the Grimsong had climbed into the cage. They had exchanged Korofi to the Dauntless and now the airship, the Black Chains, and the bounty were home.
Things seemed like they were going well.
That changed immediately as the sniper team left and a woman dressed in a long, white robe with dark skin and long, ebony hair entered. Her face was pointed and hawkish but she was disturbingly alluring, though in her eyes was a look of a hunter eager to devour prey.Â
Kresha.
A'trus looked at the tall hyur woman and blinked as the Highlander came over and whispered into his ears. A'trus stiffened.
"Are you sure?!"Â The male exclaimed, his teeth gnashing.
"Without a doubt. The face doesn't resemble the sketch close enough, Similiar yes, but clearly not. Not old enough." Kresha's reply was quiet.
A'trus ran his tongue over his teeth and hissed before speaking.
"Kresha, do be a dear and get this male's name, and Grimsong's location, please."
Kresha gave a soft purr and nodded.
"Oh, I'll give him my -special- hospitality." Kresha turned and exited the room. Meanwhile A'trus held in his frustration as he looked over at the desk and began thinking as he looked over papers.
They had sent a decoy. They were really cruel enough to not send the right male? Now, this decoy would suffer and so would anyone else that prevented A'trus from Grimsong's head.
