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Red Nail · #24 (**permalink**) 09-21-2008

Adnan ran on, panting. He was so close to them he could almost taste the sap in the elf’s veins and the pulp that made up his vench target. He’d been surprised when the vench woman had met up with the elf in the sewers, but it did make sense as he worked it out. To have escaped notice while spying on the gate project must have taken a lot of insiders and contacts. He was glad that the elf had come. Now he could take out his frustrations with Croy on the other one.

He followed the trail to a man-hole cover and knocked it out and away only to see a gang waiting for him. They had knives and whatever else they could find. Adnan had seen worse and expected better from his targets, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Aye, I think we got a live one ‘ere. Come and show us yer throat…”

Adnan never let him finish and instead let go of the top rungs. While the upper half of his body fell back to brace against the metal trim that held the cover, he whipped out his trusty shotgun and unloaded it’s last shell into the group of them in the front. It wasn’t enough to kill them, but then again Adnan liked to work with his hands.

When he tried to right himself, one of the two at his back plunged their knife into his shoulder. Adnan’s cry of pain was short, the snarl that followed it was much longer. The extra adrenal glands that were implanted in Adnan fired up and sent a surge of vigor through him. His own hand crushed the fingers of the punk that had stabbed him as he lifted the knife out of his shoulder and tore it out of the other person’s grasp. With the self same knife he stabbed the poor kid, tearing it out in a gutting motion.

The kid’s face went white as he tried to hold his intestines inside and filed. Mean while Adnan turned on the only other standing thug and leapt at her, tackling her to the ground. She tried to say something, but Adnan wasn’t listening when he clamped his jaws around her neck and let his fangs tear apart her throat.

Three shots rang out behind Adnan and he whirled on their source, the girls twitching corpse rising with him as her neck was still in his teeth. Behind him the other gang members were dead, killed by a man with a uniform similar to Adnan’s, but hit far less gore on it.

Adnan spat the throat out of his mouth, letting the girl fall away, and forced himself to calm down, “I see you finally got here Trent. Where’s the tack?”

“Invisible, apparently,” Trent answered in a robotic monotone, provided mostly by the metal mask he wore over the lower half of his face, “The ones capable of synchronicity are still trying to find him, but it seems that the box is protecting his location as well as it’s own. It seems our measures of protection were a little overdone in this case. Once he moves again we might get lucky and catch him on the run.”

“Fine, fine,” Adnan waved him off, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder and focus on the scent of his targets, “What about Croy? Please tell me that the gate got him.”

“No, it didn’t,” Trent replied, “He used some of that teleporting technology he was raving about last month to get there with a team in record time. It seems that agents such as ourselves will be obsolete soon. But I digress. They contained it quickly enough and lost three men to the traps left in the vench’s workshop. It was obvious that she was building something, but we won’t know more until we can sift through the debris. Cloy did have an interesting insight into the investigation.

It seems that he used to work under a vench connected with the gate project. She was cast out, something to do with internal politics, but she was on the cutting edge of their research. I believe that she is our mastermind. I have no records with her name, just the initials E. V.”

“EV huh?” Adnan stroked his chin for a second, giving up on the trail amongst the blood, “I hate it when my targets have names. Get a wire going out. I want a reward on her head. Make it big enough to notice, but not too big. No sense on handing her over to any group other than the Committee.”

“Why not use your synchronicity to find her?” Trent asked, “You are the former tack here.”

Adnan paused, looked at the two he’d killed, and looked back at Trent with a sly, bloodstained, grin, “My head’s still too full of them. I need some time to cool off. When I have I’ll set up the field. They can’t hide forever.”