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Gratia would arrive at an empty parking garage. As she pulled into the empty concrete cave she would notice that it perhaps wasn’t completely empty. Two people stood awaiting the vehicle. Sonny Dodici and his assistant from before. Her name was Marissa. She stood there on the phone, seemingly confirming something – the presence of the SUV seemed to catch her attention and she said goodbye, hanging up the phone. She looked confused at Sonny when she saw that Gratia was the one piloting the SUV.

Sonny took a step towards the vehicle and waited for Gratia to make her move. His intentions were unclear to the young huntress.

The air was tense.
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Sonny Dodici. There was a threatening, foreboding air to the man, a tangible sense of danger that oozed from beneath his fancy suit. A wolf in the guise of man, noted Gratia dispassionately, pushing the door to the SUV close with an almost final thud. Onyx eyes glanced towards the gangster, acknowledging his presence. Of the two Dodici's she had encountered, this one was far more fascinating. A wild animal barely restrained by the supposed "civilisation" of his clothing. A snarling beast playing at humanity like the rest of his criminal compatriots, but with the slightest hints of intelligence.

"Delivery successful," she reported, tone devoid of feeling, cold and flat. Just two simple words, uncaringly thrown to the wind.

She wondered if he would see through her facade, if he would provide her with an opportunity to enjoy herself. It was irksome, being forced to remain an infiltrator, to hide her desire to rip their puny organisation apart beneath an impenetrable mask of emptiness. Letting loose one more time would be cathartic.

But she would wait. Let the animal make the first move.
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Marissa took a desperate step forward but was stopped by Sonny’s arm. “She’s safe then, right?” He said in a hushed tone, keeping his fists balled up. He seemed to be trusting Gratia, but that trust was tenuous at best. Should she step out of line he would put on a repeat performance of what he had showed of his strength from before.

But before he could think about it, even before Gratia would be able to respond Marissa walked out in front of Sonny. “Sonny barely touched Bianca and he’s the entire reason you were able to get out of here. And we have something you want.” Marissa said producing a dossier from her purse. “This is who pulled this whole operation together. It’s no coincidence that Bianca Nuit was kidnapped by this Cosca. All we want is to get out of this unscathed.”

She held the dossier in front of her, as if it was a handshake at the end of a business conference. The dossier did not shake and Marissa’s determined gaze did not falter. Sonny stood to her side, Gratia would get the feeling that she wouldn’t be able to lay a single hand on Marissa before killing him.
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Gratia plucked the dossier from Marissa's hands, her cold, onyx eyes never leaving the figures of the two Dodici Cosca members before her. It appeared that the insects had some use to her, after all. Nuit had informed her of the woman's involvement in bringing Vignoble down upon the organisation, but Sonny Dodici himself ... that truly was a surprise. The disgusting and bestial scion of the same criminal family that she would soon exterminate from the face of Remnant ... a cowardly traitor. Backstabbing his own blood in order to ensure the safety of her teammate.

She didn't know whether to be repulsed or amused.

He was no obstacle to her desire, but he was still utter scum. Scum that she would, if he dared to do her wrong, enjoy letting loose her wrath upon. Fighting him ... him and his immense strength ... it would be QuItE fuN.

"How unScATheD do you want?" The huntress' voice seemed to crackle with danger despite her dispassioned tones, elongated canines glinting in the dull light with every motion of her mouth. "What ... how many hands did you lay upon her? HOW dID yOu T̠̲̖ͨ̓̓͟O͓᷂̓ͦ᷇̓͟u̢̓̈̓ͮ̕͟c̶̻̓̓ͨ͘͟Ḫ̰᷊̠̫̓̓̋̍̃̓͐̓͟͟ H͉̗̮̓ͪ̓͟e̴͕̓᷆̓͜͟r̖̘̘̓ͧ̓͗̓ͧ̓͗͟͟?!"

She dared Sonny to answer wrong.

To stare into the ice of her dark, unhinged eyes and tell her what she wanted to hear.
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Funny thing about combat. Moving, retreating, attacking--everything you do opens you up to the right opponent, if they've got the means and knowledge to take advantage of it. Of course... That gets a lot easier if the opposition can see everything you do in high definition slow motion. The Manticore was moving its ponderous mass off of the roof, tail sweeping...
And the Huntress was already in motion. Regardless of what Ben was doing, she'd seen an opening. While the creature was spinning and repositioning itself, she was already running toward it, aiming-and stabbing the spear's butt at the ground near the Manticore's left paw, using the end to vault onto the appendage and land with something approaching grace, if not action movie swagger.
She could already hear a "girl knows how to work the pole" jab emanating from Lauren's general direction. The faunus wasn't entirely sure there wasn't a joke about her slightly above knee length boots coming on the ether as well, but she could tolerate that one, seeing as the thick leather was shielding her skin from the poison coating the Manticore's fur.
Before the creature could react--as the normally quadrupedal animal would have to balance before it could swipe at her--she was in motion again, running up the limb and right at the creature's face, looking for all intents and purposes like she was going to strike at it, despite the bone plating... Only to dodge to the size, the spikes of the creature's mane too big to impale her as she made a run for the massive spines coming from the Manticore's back, finally reaching one and getting a clear shot behind her--
Now, it would have time to react, only to find the Fury launched at maximum power toward the unarmored back of its head at maximum power and velocity, only 10-15 feet away for a powering mechanism used to firing at stone at over 40.
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“It was so no one knew anything.” Sonny said unballing his fists and keeping his arms in Gratia’s view. “I think I broke two ribs, she knew about what had to happen to get her out of there, but it’s not really an excuse is it?” Sonny asked, less to Gratia or Marissa and more to himself. His arms dropped, going slightly limp as he sighed and looked at the ground.

“I guess we both suffered some losses today. I only ask you don’t let Marissa lose much more, alright? You gonna do something you do it out back not in front’a her.” He somehow did the impossible and met Gratia’s eyes. His own were a dull fire, one that had embers still lit but it seemed there was an external force controlling the blaze of passion that was once in his eyes.

Marissa stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve not been a saint either, if you have to do what you’re going to do, we’ll go together.” She seemed at peace with herself and her situation. She noticed that Gratia seemed to remind her of herself when she was a young girl. It was how loyal Marissa was to Sonny, her best friend in the whole world that reached out and pulled her into the Cosca.
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The only response was silence. Gratia did not move a single inch, her eyes icily boring deep into Sonny with an eerie, frighteningly intense gaze that seemed almost inhuman in nature. Her pale hands rested lightly upon her weapons, ready to spring into action if that was her wish. And that truly was her wish. She could strike here and now. She could inflict hundredfold the pain they had had themselves brought upon Bianca. For daring to harm her teammate, they could be punished. The desire to do so was strong inside her, a cold, unsettling fury that was barely being held in check.

"nEvER an ExcUSE," she snarled out finally. "Filthy scum like you can fucking rot in hell."

In less than a blink of the eye, her carbine was already in her hand, the barrel pointing away from Marissa and directly at the Dodici scion. The underlying threat behind the action was quite obvious, and the wild scowl on the teenaged Huntress' face was growing increasingly monstrous. The very air had thickened, her anger and bloodlust spilling into the world as Bibere Vinum activated itself.

"Tonight, the Dodici name will be nOtHiNG," declared the girl hatefully, voice distorting and weapon refusing to waver. "I will GrINd your shitty excuse for a dynasty into pieces and scatter its remains into the aether. Your family will be fucking broken. Your accomplishments rendered meaningless. Your pathetic riches, 'power' and influence crippled so they can represent the little, disgusting insects you are. Not even a footnote in the pages of history. The name will be ashes, and there will be nothing left for even the little vultures that stumble over your corpses."

A sudden flicker of movement, and Sonny would find that Gratia had bypassed Marissa entirely, her bestial eyes now a mere ruler's length away from his own. Her carbine was pressing against his chin, the dead coolness of the metal uncomfortable against skin. She glared at him, the blackness of her icy eyes a gaping chasm that would swallow him whole.

"And the only fucking reason both of you haven't been brutally sodomised," she hissed, her voice an audible, angry whisper, "is because Bianca wants Marissa alive."

Gratia disengaged, pulling herself away from Sonny. Yet her gaze never wavered, the hatred and rage in her eyes never dropping in intensity.

"Get out of my fucking sight," spat out the young woman, lowering her carbine. "Leave this shithole and never come back. If I ever hear the name 'Dodici' ever again, I will feed what remains of your bodies to the dogs."
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With her hand gripping the handle of her blade, the red-haired Huntress continued to determine the source of the noise. Her team leader had gone up earlier with Amy only, and it was highly likely that they needed all the assistance they could get. A powerful Grimm popping up nearby a group of survivors was not only dangerous for failing their objective, but also for the conditions of her team members.

"The survivors," she spoke with a more urgent tone than before. "They must leave... for a safer place."

Though Sangue preferred the idea of going up to hack apart some monster with her comrades, the lives of the survivors they tried to save were not any less important than their own. If Amy were to call her, she would answer as soon as possible.
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Emerald woke up to the sound of gunfire, panic immediately setting in as her eyes shot open and her breathing accelerated nearly to hyperventilation. Unlike the rest of her team instead of a pair of human ears she had a pair of cat ears, which served to make the gunfire all the louder.

As the gunfire ceased and Emerald slowly began to remember where she was and what had happened she calmed down before passing out once again, far too weak to stay conscious...

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When Emerald cracked her eyes open again, she didn't feel the sensation of motion from the skyranger, the roaring of it's engines, the chatter of its personnel, or gunfire. It was wonderfully quiet, and as her vision cleared up she could see that she was looking at was a room that was clearly part of a hospital...or more specifically the medical wing of Beacon. She was home.

She sighed, more relief flowing through her body than she thought possible. As she thought back to the mission, memories flashed in her mind. She flinched visibly as she remembered when that monster had stabbed through her. She bit her lip, trying not to think about it.

To distract herself she looked herself over, she was in bed as suspected, IVs hooked up to her right arm. Her arms and torso were bandaged up, especially her left side where she'd been basically run through. A memory flashed again...almost as if she was back there again for a moment...she wished that would stop.

She let out a whimper as she tried to move a bit, it hurt really bad so she decided not to do that again. Her eyes welled up as she thought back on the mission. She knew the life of a huntress wasn't gonna be easy, but that had totally and completely fucking sucked. She'd never dreamed that her first mission would have nearly costed her life...or worse becoming one of...those things...

Emerald felt tears falling down her face...those things had once been people...hunters and huntresses like her...and they had been tortured and turned into monsters against their will...and it could have happened to her...it almost did happen to her. Their poison had been in her veins. She'd seen how terrified Esther had looked, and if someone like Esther was that terrified of them, then how could she not be?
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Esther Vanhomrigh - Aboard Skyhawk-2


Esther sat by her lonesome on her side of the cargo bay of the gunship. Her gloved hands clasped into a tight ball in front of her lips as she stared at the five black body bags that lay on the deck before her. The fifth bag separated as far as possible from the others, biohazard markings plastered over it. Her eyes as cold and dead as the corpses that were sealed within as she painfully recalled every fond memory and moment she ever shared with their inhabitants. Emotionally numb for the time being, Esther's hollow state had her sitting quietly and motionless.

Sam, or 'Samantha' as was her full first name, sat across from her. Helmet-less and nervously biting at her lips as she stared at Esther. She too, knew how the woman was feeling. All too familiar with the loss herself. It gave her an anxiety to know that she had to inform her of even worse news. She wished Tony was present, but he had to ride on the other aircraft to keep an eye on Esther's students. The information couldn't wait however. As it was time-sensitive and needed to immediately be brought up the chain of command. A report was being written as they sat, to be routed to the Abyss Walkers' intelligence division. Sam looked to the left and right of her, nothing but mercenaries that never served with Esther and would be unfamiliar to her. No support for Sam. Sighing, Sam leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. Interlocking her fingers and twiddling her thumbs, she dryly swallowed and mustered up the courage to speak to the Huntress.

"E-..Esther."
Sam waited for a response.
"..."
She received none.

Instead, having been the first person to say anything in the time that they'd been airborne en route to Beacon, she was rewarded with the attention of the other mercenaries who sat alongside her. Curious as to their 'conversation'. Much to Sam's annoyance.

"The recovery team discovered a...few things that you need to know about. It's...important."
The mercenaries who sat alongside her were all part the very same recovery team.
But, they knew it'd be best to have Sam break the news.
Esther still didn't offer a response or reaction, still staring at the black body bags.
Sam knew she was still among them, listening, so she continued.
"First and foremost, the recovery team...When they arrived on location of where the first H.K. was killed, there was no body to recover. The team scoured the town and could not recover the creature's equipment either..."
Esther blinked, that was about all Sam was going to get out of her.
"Secondly, as the team searched the town they couldn't locate any of the townspeople or their whereabouts."
Sam looked at the other mercenaries briefly before continuing.
"And on the flight over to evac yourself and the other Huntsmen, they did a pass over the farmlands. None of the crops or farm equipment appear to be damaged in any way or tampered with."
Esther looked up at Sam, startling her.
"...What do you mean you can't locate the townspeople?"
Sam stuttered, blinking furiously as she fought to find words.

It was at this point that one of the male Abyss Walkers spoke up, continuing the impromptu 'briefing'.
"Ma'am, pardon my interruption but as we did our sweeps through the town, we found evidence the townspeople weren't simply evacuated before your team's arrival. Many if not all residential areas appear to have been allegedly broken into. Signs of struggle indicate that the civilians were forced from their homes."
Esther's eyes turned to look at the mercenary speaking, but he didn't falter in his speech.
"At the end of our sweeps we infiltrated the main security office in search of more information. We searched record books, manifests, security footage, anything and everything. We found nothing. No record of any land vehicles coming in and out of the town with the civilians. No flight records of aircraft flying in or out. Nothing. All of the civilians just...vanished."
Esther stared at him, absorbing his words and processing what they could possibly mean in the larger scheme of things.
"We...also discovered something in the main office of the security building."
Esther eyes traveled from the Abyss Walker speaking and to Sam, waiting.
Sam tapped at the holographic control panel located in her armor's left forearm, pulling up the recorded footage and photo stills.
"It's better if we show you."

After pulling up the relevant information, Sam swiped at the screen to have the display enlarged and projected on the wall behind Esther's head. Esther turned her head and what she saw drove her to stand to fully take in the scene. Sam displayed a few more holographic screens as Esther watched the footage of the mercenary team entering the main office. Her eyes looking at each new display Sam brought up. In the video recording, the team came upon the grisly scene of a beheaded body. Strung up and hanging from the ceiling to allow all of the blood within the person's body to drain freely onto the floor. Upon closer inspection of the body, the head had been severed with near surgical precision as if someone just snipped it off. The mercenary who had been recording the footage searched the person's body and discovered a security badge in a pocket. Pulling it, the Walker wiped off the blood and zoomed in to snap a front-and-back image.

"One Security administrator. A Mr. D. Davis. Poor guy. At least he didn't feel anything."
The Walker returned the ID to the hanged man.
A voice off camera called over to the Walker.
"Hey. What do you make of this?"
The view moved, panning down to look at the pool of blood collected on the ground before up at his comrade.
The other Walker jabbed his thumb at a message that was painted on the wall with the very same blood.
"In Death we are One. In Death we are Whole. You shall make us Whole, again. This is not the end Huntsmen."
The Walker recording the footage read aloud, snapping an image of the blood writing.
Another Walker whistled.
"Hey, I think I found the rest of this guy."
The camera view turned just as the third Walker spun around a swivel chair where the body's original head sat.
The cameraman shook his head, "Yeesh. Alright, rip out the drives of those security cameras. We're Oscar Mike to the rally point."
The collective said their 'Ayes' and the footage ended.

Esther sighed heavily, turning back around to plant her rear-end back in her seat. Covering her face with her hands, she remained like that for the rest of the flight.

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Removing her hands from her face and looking up, Esther sat in the infirmary where the entirety of Team CODE was busy recuperating. Still in her battle dress with all of her equipment and weaponry, sans hat. Her hair a bit of a mess, she looked like Death itself. She appeared paler than she actually was, and dark circles were beginning to form underneath her eyes. The mission had drained even a lot out of her, especially after extensive usage of her Semblance. She had been piecing together the puzzle in her head for hours now, quietly thinking and planning out future courses of action. She would have to speak with Ozpin. Another mission had to be assigned.
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A quick scan of the area revealed no other hostiles outside the warehouse as Beryl approached. She had texted the rest of the team a quick status update on her way to Napoli's location and was now behind one of the cars in the parking lot.

First step, remove the obstical between them and the warehouse.

The otter Faunus reached out with her hand and her semblance for the woman before them. People, Human or Faunus were made up of mostly the same stuff. Bones, muscles, lesser tissues...blood.

It was to this last segment of Marissa that Beryl reached out to. Specifically the blood flowing to her brain. The effects would be felt immediately. Within five seconds, more like four, the woman would pass out. Almost before she had a chance to gasp a breath that she only thought would help.

The plan after that called for Beryl to gently puppeteer the woman's body between two parked cars before laying it on the ground. Extremely distasteful actions to be sure, but it would remove her target from the line of fire and remove the main obstical currently blocking their progress forward.
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Eyes opening to the sound of crying, Oswald tried to sit up, only for excruciating pain to wrack his body. He winced as his head fell backwards onto the pillow once more, trying to draw upon his willpower for another attempt. After a few moments, he tried again, using his right arm to prop himself up.

Emerald. The sight of the girl left Oswald with an overwhelming feeling of disgust at himself. I couldn't even protect an adorable little girl like her from a Griever. This is my fault. A sigh escaped his lips as he tried to find the words.

However, seeing Professor Vanhomrigh there broke his concentration. "Professor..?" His confusion was evident in his voice and his face, even while throbbing pain left his side feeling as though he'd been hit by a truck. Right, that...that thing. What was that? "What...what happened, ma'am?"
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Like that, Gratia was alone in the parking garage. Sonny and Marissa were gone and whatever Gratia’s plans were free to be enacted. The Cosca’s buildings were truly, her oyster. Sonny put an empathetic head on Marissa’s chin as the last remaining scion sped off into the cold Mistralian night.

Speaking of cold Mistralian’s – Gratia stood in front of her oyster, it seemed to be waiting for her to tear it apart. To light the whole bloody building on fire. Who cared about innocence or innocents? They took her birdbrain.

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As soon as Marissa hit the floor her form began to change, as if she was liquefying. The visage of a sad young man took her place as Beryl moved him between two parked cars. Her path was clear and all that remained were the hostages. VGNB’s calculated destruction of the Dodici Cosca was nearing its completion. Bianca was secure, each Cosca member eliminated or otherwise accounted for.

Things were looking up.

The clamor in the warehouse grew quiet since they no could no longer hear ‘Marissa’ speaking. The Faunus inside waited as patiently as they could, given their circumstances.
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Cobalt slowly opened his eyes and listened to Emerald cry about something. He wanted to sit up but could already tell that would be a no go judging by the dull pain in his head. Instead he turned his head towards Emerald and cringed.

'Do I deserve to be the leader? First mission and over half of my team is hospitalized and two mercenaries are killed because of my inability to lead.' Thoughts like this ran through Cobalt's concussed head as he considered his worth.

Then he noticed Ms. Vanhomrigh. Oswald was there too, sitting up and asking Esther questions. "Oswald, lie back down please. You don't want to be in a wheelchair for a week right?" Cobalt frowned at Oswald lightly and sighed. "But yeah, what happened? Those were not Grievers."
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Her hood was down, hair let loose for once, dirty armor reverted to its normal, non-camouflaged dark brown as her combat boots clunked against the floor of Beacon's halls, on the way toward the too-often full infirmary. The Sting was holstered in her room, assorted combat knives, explosives, and everything else in the armory. All she had was the Scroll built into the plating of her right forearm, which she was currently using to look over the summary of CODE's mission.

Despite herself, she chuckled slightly. Leave it to her to feel naked while wearing full combat armor. Traipsing around a school with a platoon's worth of weaponry was hardly appropriate behavior, especially given what the team had been through. Her lips spread into a slight frown of sympathy, but she still had to fight against going stony-faced when she entered the ward where Team Code had been ensconced. They're just kids, Rowan, not soldiers. She slid her gloves off, slowly, sticking them in her belt and sighing as she walked up to the cat Faunus and gently put her hand on her head, all of her movements slow and soft, looking into the girl's eyes. They were big, and green... And still trembled with fear. She smiled slightly, making a slight shhing sound. "It's okay," Rowan said softly, "you're safe now. I'm Rowan, Miss Vanhomrigh's..." she paused for a moment, thinking, then continued. "Boss, I guess. I'll be here until you actually feel that way. So... If you need me in any way, just call."

As Oswald and Cobalt spoke, she stayed still. Only her hand was in motion, just stroking Emerald's hair slightly before she finally turned away when he was finished. "Stay down," she said authoritatively, moving one step toward the reclining Hunter, even as her voice softened. "Your friend is right. You've been badly beaten and shot, so please... Rest. There'll be time for questions and talking later, but for now, you need to recover. They weren't grievers, but... we'll discuss them when you're closer to being on your feet."

She took a seat next to Esther, putting her arm around her and whispering "here for you too, Essie. So... Slow down, okay?"
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Diamond tried to take a nap on their way back, but her mind refused to let her body rest. Her thoughts were a turmoil. There was some guilt - she was calling the shots when emerald got nearly killed. It was her idiotic call - to leave two people without aura out of their range while she and Esther ran up to lose the thing in a cloud of smoke so it could go after the two of them and it nearly got them both. She should have had them split up, leave the grimm doll to Esther and Tony and take care of her teammate. Why didn't she?! Was she worried about a credit drop if she didn't take part? Hardly. No, she was pissed off, and careless. That one was on her and no one else.

Then there was anger. Again they were set up to fail. Two out of two missions, they weren't really fighting the grimm, oh no - this was human garbage that did this to them. She didn't think to follow any leads up until now, but she was in no shape to do so anyway, and besides if she suggested that, she had the feeling she would just get stonewalled again and this seemed much too big for even her to tackle on its own. She was an expert on committing crimes, not solving them.

By the time they landed and got to the infirmary, all of the above has turned into rage. She should have been feeling angsty. Worried. Defeated. But all she felt was a searing knot in her chest and the need to clench her fists and just scream into the sky until her throat was too sore to yell anymore. The shadows she cast were flickering, their edges rippling and as if clawing on any surface they fell on.

She calmed down once she was called up for an exam. The doctor told her what she already suspected: That her arm could go fuck right off, all sensation in it lost until the end of time. There was a silver lining on the cloud, as the doc also told her that with the damage already done, she could now cast on somewhat greater level without any further damage.

She signed herself out right away, but pulled up one of the chairs in the room that housed the rest of her wrecked teammates. One by one they slowly woke up, easing her worries somewhat. They would recover, and then perhaps they could get to the bottom of all this. When she heard Emerald crying, the pang of guilt came back, armed with a stabbing knife. Diamond pulled up a chair and sat on her side, gently stroking the faunus' palm and hoping to provide at least some degree of comfort.
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Beryl Harken-NB-A Basic Infiltration

It was certainly an odd occurrence, maybe one to be looked into later. Right now though Beryl had more important things to deal with. Quick determined steps brought her to door of the warehouse.

She looked at it and the surrounding walls. Sturdy, enough so to using the normal entrance the best option, even if it was a choke point. Stream in hand she opened the door wide.

"My name is Beryl Harken and I'm here to rescue you."
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