“Oh, it’s mostly what you would expect,” Orup replied, bustling around as he set up his alchemy station over the fire. “The thing’s like its own little village with acolytes running the whole thing. Every evening are the animal sacrifices, which are a little strange, but for the most part they’re pretty quiet. ‘Course, Charon doesn’t much care for outsiders. Bess and I stopped in to sell some potions and buy some herbs. Next thing I knew, they had her in irons and Charon was cackling like a maniac. Barely made it out, myself. I’ll tell you this much, though—don’t trust the acolytes. I don’t care if they’re women or ruddy children, they’ll put you on altar before you can ask ‘em their name.”
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“This facility features a technical repair station as well as access routes to Acera, the Core, and Hades. However, the primary function of this facility is to distribute assets to the Great Wall, in the event of a breach.”
John shifted, reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there anymore, a dangerous glint in his eyes now. “What?”
“The Great Wall. The towns are set to defend the wall, but interference can cause them to fail. My systems will dispose of hostiles in the area and rebuild the wall and town within one cycle.”
He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. That was it? All those people who had just died—it was just a blip? An anomaly? His mind was racing now, trying to connect the dots. “And these assets you distribute. Was I one of them?”
“Of course not. I am acquainted with your mission log, Gaidin, but your presence here was your prerogative. I held your equipment as you requested. Do you have any additional relevant questions, or shall we proceed?”
John looked back to Atalanta again, if she had anything else to add. So far, she seemed to be tracking with this better than he was.
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Aleina considered the token for a little while, flipping it over in her fingers while she thought about this. At any given point, he could easily put her in cuffs for something, but that had always been a risk of this mission. After a minute, she nodded and gave herself over to it all. She was in it, now.
“How long do we need to keep them distracted?”
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The market was flooded with people, but one of them in particular was in a special hurry. He knew it’d been a mistake to leave his ship, even just for an hour to go carouse some shops; sure enough, one of the patrols had spotted his face, and now they had something to do. Swallowing hard, he tried not to glance around too much or step his pace up past a quick walk. He’d lost them between a pair of stalls, but they had all the exits covered. For now, he needed to stay hidden in plain sight until a gap opened up.
Stepping out, the crowds in front of him shifted a little quicker than he had thought, and from across the way he could see a patrol just immerging. Without thinking, he spun on his foot so his back could face them and took a step forward to the first person he could see. He needed more time.
The woman was of middling height, and her hair was buzzed short, brown and matching her eyes. Strapped to her hip was a particularly mean looking weapon that dried his mouth a bit. This was a mistake, but everything today had been a mistake. “Nice gun, Tex,” he said conversationally, hoping she didn’t use it on strangers. Come to think of it, she looked like the type who might just do it. Well, too late now. “You buy it here?”
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Terrel glanced around warily as the vehicle’s engine died, not able to get a good look at the rest of the convoy. Someone spoke to her quickly, though, and she turned to face them, hoping she didn’t look too nervous around all these men who could chain her up at any moment if they found out who she was. “Zailleon? Yeah, that was the plan. Everything all right?”
Topic: Interordi RPG - Project Theta