Thrown Into Madness - Lord of the Mysteries

The Unbroken Law

It was deep into Thursday night.

In a dimly lit room beneath a bustling bar, Degster's gaze was concentrated on a clear map.

The map showed the whole of the industrial district.

The room was not one for meeting.

It was a large space meant for large scale discussions.

Apart from Degster, Mariel and Natia, around twenty rough-looking men and women waited nearby.

Degster pointed to a place on the map.

His voice was calm, but loud enough to echo all the way through the room.

"This is their main warehouse. Their product moves through these three routes. North, south, and west. We take it down tonight. No delays. No warnings."

His tone was commanding.

As if to make it clear that there was no room for failure.

Mariel leaned back into the comfy couch.

Noone really knew where the couch came from, since it was not originally present.

But every time Degster tried to remove it, it mysteriously appeared back in its previous place.

At this point, almost every room had a comfortable couch which appeared under mysterious circumstances.

And Goddess bless anyone who tried to put their buttocks on any of such couches.

They were all exclusively Mariel-reserved.

Mariel placed her legs on the armrest by the end of the couch, her head resting on the other end.

It was unknown how she got away with such positions in front of Degster.

But it looked like she didn't get permission, Degster simply gave up trying to correct her.

Mariel's face carried a sharp grin.

It was a sharpness comparable to the knife she was twirling in her hand.

"So, we just go in and crush them? Not much of a challenge, Patrol Leader. Let me handle the fun stuff. I'll draw them out, maybe play with their heads a little."

Degster glanced at her, his gaze piercing through her playfulness.

Although, Mariel didn't show any intense reaction.

She simply rolled her eyes and, with a whip of her legs, sat herself up straight.

Seeing this, Degster looked away, although he was still talking to her.

"You'll get your moment, Mariel. Just make sure you don't overdo it. This isn't a game."

Mariel stopped fiddling with the blade, tugging it into her oversized coat.

Her grin was unwavering as she halfheartedly saluted.

"Yes, Mr. leader. I'll keep it professional... for a change."

Natia, who's seated at a nearby table, looked up from her work.

She just finished placing all the vials into the many small bags.

Natia also organized her medical tools and all necessary herbs.

She ignored the little bravado between the two, speaking with a calm smile.

"I'll handle the aftermath. If anyone gets exposed to that substance, bring them straight to me. And Degster, don't underestimate what these people will do to protect their operation."