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Sirse’s fist connected with the solid brick wall, rather than a dull thump the brick caved in crumbling under assault. Red brick debris shattered inwards, revealing a hollow nook in the otherwise solid wall. Shaking the dust from her hand she reached in feeling around until her fingers closed over a worn leather pouch, pulling it out she shook out the sacks contents. Several small clear gems and a handful of tarnished coins fell into her hand, rolling them over she raised one of the gems up and inspected in with a keen eye. Shaking her head she slipped the small handful of treasure back into its pouch and let it fall to the ground.
Worthless fakes, designed for only one purpose, distraction.
Extending her hand back into the hole, she touched the barrier in the back and gave it a sharp rap. Several blows later this one too caved in. Careful this time Sirse slipped her fingers around a second sack and pulled it free. This one looked to be more what she expected. The leather was oiled, and well worn. Inside were several articles, not the ones she had expected to find, but, useful to some extent.

Wrapped in a heavily oiled bandage was an old K-bar, sharpened to a razors edge. That made her smile, her employer had always cursed the knife, referring to it as the most worthless creation ever made by the air force. ‘It can’t keep an edge, no matter how much you sharpen it. You would have better luck using an electric beaver than the saw blade portion. If you try to use it as a prybar, the tip is just going to break off. In fact the only really useful thing this is as a hammer.’

Flipping the blade over in her hand, she smiled, it was a standard issue blade that the Legion had been issued. Etched in the hilt the initials K.S. it made her smile. What a sentimental softy. There was more, withdrawing two more items she looked them both over. A roll of bandages in a vacuum sealed container, useful, in particularly now. And beside it, a bottle with a black and blue label the color of a day old bruise, across it in vibrant red letters proclaiming the bottles contents: ‘Walkit’off’ Otherwise known as Vitamin ‘I’

Still she could use some right now. Popping the seal, she shook out two of the little white pills and popped them down. The bandages were next. A few wraps, and she was beginning to feel better. Though they were not much, but they would do. Flipping the blade over in her hand again and again, she familiarized herself with the blade.

Turning away from the now empty stash, she hesitated, debating, and collected the bad of fake gems they may be useful later on, tucking them into her pouch.

The black diamond buried in the small of her neck pulsed coldly reminding her of its presence. No, help from her other assets today. Her employer had been very clear about that, at least until she had a time to recover fully. That meant this one would have to be done the hard way.

Making a mental note, she ran some quick calculations in her head.

Two hours before Gus would get suspicious. Maybe four if Arie kept him distracted, she probably would. One hour for him to make it back to the Raven II, thirty minutes for the ships AI to find the tracking device was either inoperative or in some deep hole where Sirse should not be. And then another thirty minutes for him to go on a rampage trying to find her.

About three hours, four if she was lucky. Gus always seemed to have an uncanny knack for beating the odds. Was this inherent of his weird? She made a note in the back of her head to enquire discreetly about that later.

Two hours.

That was all the time she had to track down the thieves, neutralize the threat, and get her dress back.

Her fist closing around the hilt of the blade, she squared her shoulders, letting the drugs slowly course though her system dulling the pain. Now was the time to hung. And it was going to be a hunt like none other.

Slipping back into the shadows she made for the lower levels.

They were never going to know what hit them.

Description
Sirse’s fist connected with the solid brick wall, rather than a dull thump the brick caved in crumbling under assault. Red brick debris shattered inwards, revealing a hollow nook in the otherwise solid wall. Shaking the dust from her hand she reached in feeling around until her fingers closed over a worn leather pouch, pulling it out she shook out the sacks contents. Several small clear gems and a handful of tarnished coins fell into her hand, rolling them over she raised one of the gems up and inspected in with a keen eye. Shaking her head she slipped the small handful of treasure back into its pouch and let it fall to the ground.
Worthless fakes, designed for only one purpose, distraction.
Extending her hand back into the hole, she touched the barrier in the back and gave it a sharp rap. Several blows later this one too caved in. Careful this time Sirse slipped her fingers around a second sack and pulled it free. This one looked to be more what she expected. The leather was oiled, and well worn. Inside were several articles, not the ones she had expected to find, but, useful to some extent.

Wrapped in a heavily oiled bandage was an old K-bar, sharpened to a razors edge. That made her smile, her employer had always cursed the knife, referring to it as the most worthless creation ever made by the air force. ‘It can’t keep an edge, no matter how much you sharpen it. You would have better luck using an electric beaver than the saw blade portion. If you try to use it as a prybar, the tip is just going to break off. In fact the only really useful thing this is as a hammer.’

Flipping the blade over in her hand, she smiled, it was a standard issue blade that the Legion had been issued. Etched in the hilt the initials K.S. it made her smile. What a sentimental softy. There was more, withdrawing two more items she looked them both over. A roll of bandages in a vacuum sealed container, useful, in particularly now. And beside it, a bottle with a black and blue label the color of a day old bruise, across it in vibrant red letters proclaiming the bottles contents: ‘Walkit’off’ Otherwise known as Vitamin ‘I’

Still she could use some right now. Popping the seal, she shook out two of the little white pills and popped them down. The bandages were next. A few wraps, and she was beginning to feel better. Though they were not much, but they would do. Flipping the blade over in her hand again and again, she familiarized herself with the blade.

Turning away from the now empty stash, she hesitated, debating, and collected the bad of fake gems they may be useful later on, tucking them into her pouch.

The black diamond buried in the small of her neck pulsed coldly reminding her of its presence. No, help from her other assets today. Her employer had been very clear about that, at least until she had a time to recover fully. That meant this one would have to be done the hard way.

Making a mental note, she ran some quick calculations in her head.

Two hours before Gus would get suspicious. Maybe four if Arie kept him distracted, she probably would. One hour for him to make it back to the Raven II, thirty minutes for the ships AI to find the tracking device was either inoperative or in some deep hole where Sirse should not be. And then another thirty minutes for him to go on a rampage trying to find her.

About three hours, four if she was lucky. Gus always seemed to have an uncanny knack for beating the odds. Was this inherent of his weird? She made a note in the back of her head to enquire discreetly about that later.

Two hours.

That was all the time she had to track down the thieves, neutralize the threat, and get her dress back.

Her fist closing around the hilt of the blade, she squared her shoulders, letting the drugs slowly course though her system dulling the pain. Now was the time to hung. And it was going to be a hunt like none other.

Slipping back into the shadows she made for the lower levels.

They were never going to know what hit them.