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<blockquote data-quote="ThirdWizard" data-source="post: 6633372" data-attributes="member: 12037"><p>It was dark inside the building as Mozzy and Jer entered through an alleyway door and walked through the warehouse proper. If there was somewhere in particular they were supposed to be headed, they had neglected to ask. They didn’t really think about that part before, and the vast space dragged on ahead of them into inky blackness. The whole place stunk, and it seemed like it used to be some kind of wood pulp storage or something along those lines. Dingy old crates sat along the walls, often rotting from moisture, and a layer of dust lay across the ground. No one had used most of this place in years, but in looking around they did find an area near one of the walls that seemed more in use than the rest of the derelict structure. Perhaps, they thought, this was some kind of meeting place that the Revolutionary League used often. As they turned a corner around a stack of old shelves and rat droppings, a voice called out from the edge of Mozzy’s sight, and she squinted to see who was there.</p><p></p><p>“Took you long enough.” It was a woman with a husky rasp.</p><p></p><p>There were several figures standing at a distance, and Mozzy could only make out a couple of them reasonably. The mercenary had been human, though, so she looked around like she could barely see anything, then started making her way slowly toward the direction the voice had come from, pretending to stumble a few times in the darkness. Jer didn’t have to pretend. He could barely see the ground beneath his feet, and Mozzy was getting into character, giving the bard a few pushes to make it look real.</p><p></p><p>She could see them better now. There was a dark woman standing in the lead, tall and broad shouldered with a greatsword on her back. She wore some kind of light chain. She also looked impatient, a snarl on her face, her arms crossed tightly. Beside her was a stick of a man wearing a simple brown tunic and some kind of spectacles. On the other side was another woman that Mozzy recognized, the scaly woman with the cockatrice who was at the bar. Unfortunately, the cockatrice was still in tow. Behind them were two more people standing in the shadows just barely out of her darkvision. One was tall and muscular and the other was shorter and lithe. She thought both were probably men.</p><p></p><p>“Far enough,” the woman said. Mozzy could see a streak of red in her white hair, sharp features, and piercing blue eyes. “Where’s the rest of yer crew.”</p><p></p><p>“Dead,” replied Mozzy. When had the woman with the cockatrice left? Did she see that it was a lost cause? The Anarchists had still shown up here… maybe her’s and Jer’s cover wasn’t blown. She could play this off. “There was more resistance than expected in the bar. That’s fine with me. I’ll just keep all the jink for myself.”</p><p></p><p>The woman scowled. “That’s the trouble with mercs,” she said to the woman standing beside her. “No honor.” She shook her head.</p><p></p><p>Look who was talking, thought Mozzy.</p><p></p><p>The man standing in front pulled out a pouch about the size of Mozzy’s fist and shook it, a jingling sound coming from it. “Hand him over first. Then you get your pay,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“How do I know you Revolutionary League types will keep your end of the bargain now that I don’t have my backup?”</p><p></p><p>The scaled woman whispered something into the leader’s ear, who smiled. “You’ll just have to trust us. You earned your fifty silver pieces.”</p><p></p><p>That was at least implied admission that they were indeed Revolutionary League. Two-Nine-Eight wasn’t wrong. So, Anarchists were definitely taking Godsmen. The implications flew through Mozzy’s head, but she continued to try to get more information.</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got some more boys that can help capture more Godsmen, you know. Same price, and I’ll catch you as many sods as you want. If you can give me a name or a face, I can find anybody in this whole city, even. Done it before.”</p><p></p><p>“We’ll know more about who we need captured after we question this one. Then, maybe, if you’re lucky, we’ll talk about future employment.” The smile was gone from the leader’s face, and the scowl had returned. The scaled woman stepped backwards, slowly and smoothly, and said something to the large man in the back, who did not acknowledge her at all. The leader’s arms slackened, and fell to her sides, her fingers rattling against her chain, drumming.</p><p></p><p>Okay. So, they were questioning Godsmen and looking for someone in particular. If only she could narrow that down. To find someone in particular. But, how would she get that information out of them. She had to stall for time. Mozzy pretended to give Jer a good kick forward and, always a performer, he gave a practiced yelp, falling over in front of her. While she was pulling him to his feet, she decided to bluff. There were several rumors going around in the Great Foundry, so she picked one of them. If they were going after Godsmen for information, then maybe it was about something she had heard. What could it hurt?</p><p></p><p>“While I was headed here, this one said something about one of his faction members who disappeared recently. If it’s about that, he may have some good information.” Mozzy looked close for any sign that she had hit pay dirt. The reaction on the face of the spectacled man to the leader’s side was unmistakably surprise. She got something right just now. The smaller man in the back disappeared around one of the crates while the scaled woman’s lips curled up. Their leader shook her head.</p><p></p><p>“You aren’t supposed to talk to the prisoner. Well, you’d know that if you were who you said you were.” She smiled. It was not a pleasant smile.</p><p></p><p>Mozzy swallowed. She’d been made at some point. But, when? Didn’t matter. She and Jer took a few steps back, and Jer quickly jerked his hands to drop the fake bondings as the leader, scaley woman and her cockatrice, and the large man in the back started to advance, the sound of weapons being drawn, metal on metal, echoing through the warehouse. They couldn’t be sure where the smaller man disappeared to, and the spectacled man was standing back watching. They hoped he was just the accountant.</p><p></p><p>“I never doubted it would go down like this eventually,” said Jer.</p><p></p><p>“Always seems to,” replied Mozzy. Then she whispered, “We’ve been made and they want to kill us now.”</p><p></p><p>“Well?” asked Jer.</p><p></p><p>“They’re coming.”</p><p></p><p>Hopefully the others would arrive quickly.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ThirdWizard, post: 6633372, member: 12037"] It was dark inside the building as Mozzy and Jer entered through an alleyway door and walked through the warehouse proper. If there was somewhere in particular they were supposed to be headed, they had neglected to ask. They didn’t really think about that part before, and the vast space dragged on ahead of them into inky blackness. The whole place stunk, and it seemed like it used to be some kind of wood pulp storage or something along those lines. Dingy old crates sat along the walls, often rotting from moisture, and a layer of dust lay across the ground. No one had used most of this place in years, but in looking around they did find an area near one of the walls that seemed more in use than the rest of the derelict structure. Perhaps, they thought, this was some kind of meeting place that the Revolutionary League used often. As they turned a corner around a stack of old shelves and rat droppings, a voice called out from the edge of Mozzy’s sight, and she squinted to see who was there. “Took you long enough.” It was a woman with a husky rasp. There were several figures standing at a distance, and Mozzy could only make out a couple of them reasonably. The mercenary had been human, though, so she looked around like she could barely see anything, then started making her way slowly toward the direction the voice had come from, pretending to stumble a few times in the darkness. Jer didn’t have to pretend. He could barely see the ground beneath his feet, and Mozzy was getting into character, giving the bard a few pushes to make it look real. She could see them better now. There was a dark woman standing in the lead, tall and broad shouldered with a greatsword on her back. She wore some kind of light chain. She also looked impatient, a snarl on her face, her arms crossed tightly. Beside her was a stick of a man wearing a simple brown tunic and some kind of spectacles. On the other side was another woman that Mozzy recognized, the scaly woman with the cockatrice who was at the bar. Unfortunately, the cockatrice was still in tow. Behind them were two more people standing in the shadows just barely out of her darkvision. One was tall and muscular and the other was shorter and lithe. She thought both were probably men. “Far enough,” the woman said. Mozzy could see a streak of red in her white hair, sharp features, and piercing blue eyes. “Where’s the rest of yer crew.” “Dead,” replied Mozzy. When had the woman with the cockatrice left? Did she see that it was a lost cause? The Anarchists had still shown up here… maybe her’s and Jer’s cover wasn’t blown. She could play this off. “There was more resistance than expected in the bar. That’s fine with me. I’ll just keep all the jink for myself.” The woman scowled. “That’s the trouble with mercs,” she said to the woman standing beside her. “No honor.” She shook her head. Look who was talking, thought Mozzy. The man standing in front pulled out a pouch about the size of Mozzy’s fist and shook it, a jingling sound coming from it. “Hand him over first. Then you get your pay,” he said. “How do I know you Revolutionary League types will keep your end of the bargain now that I don’t have my backup?” The scaled woman whispered something into the leader’s ear, who smiled. “You’ll just have to trust us. You earned your fifty silver pieces.” That was at least implied admission that they were indeed Revolutionary League. Two-Nine-Eight wasn’t wrong. So, Anarchists were definitely taking Godsmen. The implications flew through Mozzy’s head, but she continued to try to get more information. “I’ve got some more boys that can help capture more Godsmen, you know. Same price, and I’ll catch you as many sods as you want. If you can give me a name or a face, I can find anybody in this whole city, even. Done it before.” “We’ll know more about who we need captured after we question this one. Then, maybe, if you’re lucky, we’ll talk about future employment.” The smile was gone from the leader’s face, and the scowl had returned. The scaled woman stepped backwards, slowly and smoothly, and said something to the large man in the back, who did not acknowledge her at all. The leader’s arms slackened, and fell to her sides, her fingers rattling against her chain, drumming. Okay. So, they were questioning Godsmen and looking for someone in particular. If only she could narrow that down. To find someone in particular. But, how would she get that information out of them. She had to stall for time. Mozzy pretended to give Jer a good kick forward and, always a performer, he gave a practiced yelp, falling over in front of her. While she was pulling him to his feet, she decided to bluff. There were several rumors going around in the Great Foundry, so she picked one of them. If they were going after Godsmen for information, then maybe it was about something she had heard. What could it hurt? “While I was headed here, this one said something about one of his faction members who disappeared recently. If it’s about that, he may have some good information.” Mozzy looked close for any sign that she had hit pay dirt. The reaction on the face of the spectacled man to the leader’s side was unmistakably surprise. She got something right just now. The smaller man in the back disappeared around one of the crates while the scaled woman’s lips curled up. Their leader shook her head. “You aren’t supposed to talk to the prisoner. Well, you’d know that if you were who you said you were.” She smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. Mozzy swallowed. She’d been made at some point. But, when? Didn’t matter. She and Jer took a few steps back, and Jer quickly jerked his hands to drop the fake bondings as the leader, scaley woman and her cockatrice, and the large man in the back started to advance, the sound of weapons being drawn, metal on metal, echoing through the warehouse. They couldn’t be sure where the smaller man disappeared to, and the spectacled man was standing back watching. They hoped he was just the accountant. “I never doubted it would go down like this eventually,” said Jer. “Always seems to,” replied Mozzy. Then she whispered, “We’ve been made and they want to kill us now.” “Well?” asked Jer. “They’re coming.” Hopefully the others would arrive quickly. [/QUOTE]
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