Scarlet With Drops Of Crimson

Sequence Two: Memory Seven

It was now halfway through the sixteenth hour of the day. Samantha and Wanda had taken up a spot on the roof of a building that provided them the best view of the factory and the potential entry points and exits. They had spent the last hour revising how their plan of attack would be.

Samantha, being the professional shadow-walker, was able to gain a far better understanding on how to approach things, while Wanda simply listened contently to the blonde ramble. It wasn't long until they spotted two armoured vehicles parked outside the front of the factory.

"Look yonder," Samantha pointed in the direction of the commotion.

The sounds of helicopter blades chopping through the air reverberated as a helicopter hovered above said factory, where men dressed in thick suits and large helmets over their heads, mimicking the astronauts who bravely ventured into space, descended slowly thanks to the jetpacks attached to said suits.

"Someone's walking out of the factory," said Wanda.

"I'll be hanged. It's the German. What's he doing here...?"

The German, fashioned in fine black and crimson silk, with a black cloak hanging from his neck and his hood over his head, covering half of his face, stood patiently on ground level while one of the men in the jetpack jumpsuits hovered above the ground. Mouths moved but due to the distance, it was difficult for both Samantha and Wanda to make out what was being discussed.

"I'm going to move in –my signal, then you get inside and stop Carlyle from blowing up that factory you wait for my signal before you move in."

"W-What? Sammie, w-wait-"

Samantha had leapt off the building, safely landing in a pile of leaves down below. The blonde advanced towards the factory while Wanda watched from afar. As she drew closer to the guards protecting the German and the criminal whom she suspected to be Luke Carlyle.

"... I expect generous compensation for my efforts, Herr Wolff," the man in the jumpsuit calmly negotiated with the Templar.

"You will, Herr Carlyle. If you deliver as ve had negotiated; so prove your worth and if I am satisfied, ve shall coalesce our efforts into one body and destroy the Avengers." The German spoke monotonously, still carrying his accent strongly. He held his hands behind his back and surveyed the area for robed shadows lurking in the darkness.

"Loitering isn't my specialty, Herr Wolff. Making bombs and blowing things up, is. But I can certainly believe this will be my best work yet: mixing explosives with chemicals... it will be like the Fourth of July!"

The German inhaled sharply and said, "I do not question your methods, Herr Carlyle, only the results. An Avenger and the Assassin will come. If you kill the Assassin, then you will have done more than secure your partnership with the Order."

He took his leave by entering one of the armoured vehicles and was driven away, leaving Luke Carlyle, leader of the H-Bombers, to blow up the factory. Luke then returned into the factory with his men following behind him. The front doors were locked shut, denying Samantha access through the front doors.

Two armed guards were stationed at the gate of the facility, with an additional pair standing guard by the front door itself, all wielding assault rifles. Wanda watched on as the cloaked figure emerged from the darkness, appearing wounded. At first, Wanda became deeply worried when she saw Samantha limping, until she realised why she had taken the ketchup from before.

Samantha had smeared a bit of ketchup on herself, but not enough to make the smell too aggressive nor noticeable as she approached the men at the gate. As Samantha gained the attention of the guards, one succumbed to her trick and ultimately paid the price for it as she engaged her hidden blade and stabbed the first in the chest before using her knife to slit the throat of the second. She had no additional blades accessible, so all she had at her disposal was the rest of the ketchup and her knife.