'ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ.'
Only one month has passed in Daliah Viper's life trying to reintegrate at court and follow the uneasy trails her eyes have caught.
One month filled with blood, tribulations, and l...
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The first five names are given to me in the next days, after a long session of more discussions in Whitefire. I prepare fast, I have waited in the wings already. Samson is still rummaging through the house, my mother is still throwing her luscious little evening parties, my father is still tired and looks the part. I can't wait to leave.
Since no one can snuff out the rebels, at least not yet, we don't make a plan based on that. We don't know where they will appear. Instead, we route and rewire our location and plans to necessity and structural ease.
I was the one preaching about efficiency. And so the plan is as followed: Retrieve the first two targets, ready them for transport, move on, and then escort the last one back to wherever. It will take me about a week with all the back and forth, and all the wiring up contacts in between. If you could draw a route in a thick black pen over a map, it would root in Archeon and move away, slowly crawling further. If the trend continues, I may just reach the outskirts of Delphie, or the air base Atara is stationed in if this route continues after the last transport. Wouldn't that be something, visiting my dear bird girl. All the while her brother is trying to catch and strangle her friend Heron and her family.
The nearest targets are siblings. They live in the outskirts of red villages just a few hours away from Archeon. The measures have thinned out the villages here too. Close to the remaining sources of power, closer to a big city, the silver mansions upstream, or the technological facility keeping reds in their proximity building our instruments, they have nowhere to go.
They don't have much cover to flee to. Even if my contact assures me that many have either tried to. Some starve away in their attempts to escape misery. Because no red, glorious rebellion has come to save them. The Scarlet Guard bombed, murdered and now they have vanished. I don't expect any of the rebels to come close to the center of their future demise. They can't pull bombs and fuses anymore in secret. The tunnels have been taken care of, and now faces are made known.
No. This is a test run. It's easy. Just as the vanity title, this is testing my loyalty. My endurance. They don't give me anything without being sure I am made of diamond glass. I made a proposal, now I need to prove myself.
I brought Runt and One Ear with me this time, as well as my guards and Hadrien. I could have come alone without a gun and no one would have hurt me. It isn't even a hunt. It's a hut, not like the one standing on Stilts in that village during the hunt with my cousins, but as miserable all the same.
