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Sinclairs Absolution: Getting Even Faydra and Mae walked through the halls of The Sinclair. Sven's words echoed within their heads.
"Jessik is crazy. Be ready for anything once the Skitarii let her off the hook. Try to find a reason to be with them. Try and make friends. Sytes is trying to get a favor from 85 to help out."
Mae shuddered at the prospect of fighting Jessik. That lady was a berserker. She would make Kharn crap his power armor. It was terrifying enough to fight beside her. One could only imagine what it felt like to be against her. She did not envy the Tech Guard; they were the ones on her bad side, but for some reason, Sven felt the need to protect them from her.
While Mae thought of Jessik as a possible future opponent, Faydra considered her a curiosity: she wanted to study Jessik in a psychological sense. She was not as worried as Mae - there were plenty of tranquilizers on hand as well as the confidence that
The Ghoul Stars Conspiracy: Pt 12
Trade Prince Fulvin listened closely to his underling. Of his many failings, the ability to heed the intelligence and advice his network of spies supplied to him was not one of them.
“You have triangulated her position.” He said aloud, saying each word carefully.
“Yes my lord.” Replied the masked spy. That was another one of his indulgences, he allowed his spies to appear before him masked, he knew who they were of course, but they didn’t know that. “It’s not an exact location, but we know the area she’s in.”
“Of course.” He purred careful to keep a neutral
Sanctuary: pt 7
She wouldn’t have worried if Quile had simply not answered her phone; it was nothing new for her to simply vanish for a little while. It was hard for a roanoke to find work after all and she couldn’t always afford to keep her phone on, but in the wake of losing Jak and the bloodbath so close to home, Raine couldn’t help but worry for her friend.
It took her almost an hour to walk to the shitty apartments she lived at, the sign out front ironically described it as Pleasant Acres. Climbing the rusted steps to the second level, she went through the same tired ritual of getting her bent key to unlock the reluctant deadbolt. Still technically within the barest fringe of Mid Town, Pleasant Acres still saw the occasional maintenance man and cleanup crew come through, that said, it’d been three months since she’d put in a request for a new lock.
Closing the door
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