Oil and Water | Arcane | Silco | Sevika

Laying the Trap

Tonight is the night. Mayve now has the chance to snuff the light from those whose actions led to the untimely deaths of all the innocent children. They will be avenged come hell or high water, Mayve is sure of this fact.

     She lights the pipe Vander left behind, the herbal mixture invading her lungs with a  gentle ease. She wonders what Vander would think of her now.

     Her blood red hair is tied tightly at the crown of her head, then braided expertly until it is concluded with a sharp knife woven in at the end. One bright white leather strip as wide as the palm of her hand is interwoven at the near center of the braid. Mayve has already donned her leather vest and all-black attire. Her shirt and vest meet at the same length, her pants rest at her hips, her stomach showing only a few inches.

     Mayve takes her hair and loosely wraps it over her shoulders, significantly shortening the length and allowing the blade at the end to hang from a loop on her vest. She dons a hooded cape that falls at her wrists, keeping her upper body warm and concealed.

     The bright moon hangs high in the sky, shining down on Mayve as she basks in its cold light. The chill encompassing her skin emphasizes the heat flooding her cheeks. Warm breath clouds before her as it escapes her lips. She has never felt as calm as she does in this moment.

     With the hood of her cloak pulled over her head and a swift step out the front door of The Last Drop, Mayve proceeds to make her way towards the location described in the meeting earlier this week. With her sights set on her mission, Mayve has no room for anything else.

     The rail lines appear before her, as do the rest of those attending this mission. Once everyone is present and accounted for, Sevika leads the team towards the end of the tracks. To avoid any auditory detection, they walk atop the abandoned lines, cautious of each step.

Mayve's stare is focused on Sevika's back, the steady pace at which she walks allowing her to feel a sense of security. Safety. Trust. Mayve can take on anything with Sevika at her side. Success shall be the only result tonight. Mayve wills it to be so.

The scent of seawater floods everyone's noses, the aroma hitting them first before the sound of lapping water does.

     Sevika raises a hand, the team stills in response. They take their positions as instructed and await their next order. Sevika holds the door open, watching as Mayve enters. Her footsteps make no sound. Her breathing is silent. Calm rage sits behind her eyes.

     With the group spread out and on task, Mayve focuses on her next step: locate the room of operations and eliminate any who cross her path.

     This building is much smaller than the previously raided base. The exterior walls are made of stone, and the others protruding from it of an aged wood. Inside, the desks have been pushed to a rear wall in disorderly heaps. Random clutter litters the floor where walking paths haven't been made. Mold and mildew rise to the nose, an unpleasant scent.

      A high-pitched laugh perks Mayve's ears up. Flickering light shines through the cracks of a closed door on the opposite end of the room. Faint shuffling is heard. Voices roar in simultaneous disappointment. It appears a game is being played. A glorious distraction.

     Sevika and Mayve lock eyes, both agreeing this is the moment to strike. Mayve quietly opens the door, her gaze resting upon the men playing cards. Their backs are turned. Tattoos and scars litter any exposed skin while grime and filth cover them like a thick blanket. With deft fingers, Mayve pulls a knife from a sheath at her hip and holds it at eye-level.

She takes a deep breath in, and out.

With precision, the knife is hurtled directly into the back of her unsuspecting target. It embeds deeply with a thick, grotesque squelch. He cries out in anguish, collapsing onto the table in front of him only to take the whole thing to the ground with him. Cards flutter into the air while coins bounce firmly to the ground.