By SecretMortician
There was a tremor in the airflow as the dust settled in the Daimon Markets. Silence, followed by curious murmurings and concerned guardsmen readying hands on hilts, watching from afar as both Anna and Ifri got to their feet. Ifri quickly scanned the area, looking for who—or what attacked them. Her eyes darted from person …
Continue reading Loot Mule – 1.12 – The Joker and the Thief 1/2
Before, when Cooper walked the streets of the Apartheid District, he did so with a head hung low in shame. He would avert his gaze and take no heed of the skeletal rags begging for coin. He did so not out of disgust, but out of fear. Fear that he was but one slip away …
There was a creek in the shadows as the door to Lucy’s room inched open, slightly ajar – followed by a pause, and a held breath as wandering eyes scouted the room. The man was alone, with only a whisper of cold in the air to greet him. Keeping light on his feet, he crept …
Lucy followed Louie’s gaze and at first, saw nothing. But, she could hear in the distance a deep rhythmic rumble of pistons growling and Lucy narrowed her eyes, spotting further ahead a shape that was silhouetted by the city skyline and surfing across the water. Ripples followed in its trail and the large shadowy object …
A serene stillness hung in the misty air of the ocean cove, broken momentarily by the occasional squawk of seabirds and the gentle lapping of waves against the sandy shore. Sprawled out along the beach was a series of broken pillars made of rubbled stone, each one protruding from the earth like a skeletal finger …
“Okay,” Jay-Dee piped up, once again sitting at the table with Ifri and Anna. “Maybe I was wrong about him. But we still need to work out remuneration.” “He’s inexperienced and hungry for an opportunity,” replied Ifri, “I say we give him a decent rate, but nothing extravagant.” “What’s the usual commission for a Looter?” …
The tavern was as lively as it has always been; folk were merry, and drinks were plenty. The only person not swept away by the electric feel of the atmosphere was Cooper, who found himself crouched behind the bar, fiddling with a series of valves and hooks under the counter to decouple a recently emptied …
