Scherezade deWinter
The Blood Hound
The sandy beaches of Spira glimmered in the setting sun. The street lights had already been turned on, inviting locals and tourists alike to continue to be outside, to enjoy the endless amount of boutiques, restaurants, and entertainment establishments. Many of them were actually out, which meant that the area Scherezade was in, just a few short miles outside of the city proper, were essentially deserted.
Or at least, deserted by the owners. Working staff were still there. Working staff were working with the Sithling.
A grin decorated her face as she pulled up her datapad and went over the details again. It was an old trick, one she had employed only once before, but had enjoyed it so much that she'd vowed to do it again. And today was the perfect day for it.
Rather than donning her usual armor, Scherezade now stood in nondescript brown overalls, a raven haired wig with straight hair pinned to her skull. Her eyes, usually a glowy green, were now a dim brown thanks to some really natural looking contact lenses.
Around her, workers were busy, loading the containers onto their trucks.
"All right guys, we're almost done," she announced happily to the other workers, "Just load up trucks 5 and 27, and we're good to go!"
It had taken, once again, several weeks for her to put the thing together. Tonnes of meat were stolen, and then cooked the homes of rich people who were currently away, for days and days, until the meat turned so soft you could call it Pulled Meat, even if no one was sure exactly what type of meat it was. As of a few hours ago, the meat had been mixed with various spices (of the flavor kind, not the drugs kind) to make gigantic amounts of borscht and goulash.
And then, the vats were loaded on the trucks.
If no one stopped the Sithling, the rich people of Spira were only an hour or so away from learning that all their pools had been emptied of water, and filled with Scherezade's cooking instead, starting to rot.
And of course, she was going to make sure that by the time that happened, she would be long gone.
It was going to be fun!
Or at least, deserted by the owners. Working staff were still there. Working staff were working with the Sithling.
A grin decorated her face as she pulled up her datapad and went over the details again. It was an old trick, one she had employed only once before, but had enjoyed it so much that she'd vowed to do it again. And today was the perfect day for it.
Rather than donning her usual armor, Scherezade now stood in nondescript brown overalls, a raven haired wig with straight hair pinned to her skull. Her eyes, usually a glowy green, were now a dim brown thanks to some really natural looking contact lenses.
Around her, workers were busy, loading the containers onto their trucks.
"All right guys, we're almost done," she announced happily to the other workers, "Just load up trucks 5 and 27, and we're good to go!"
It had taken, once again, several weeks for her to put the thing together. Tonnes of meat were stolen, and then cooked the homes of rich people who were currently away, for days and days, until the meat turned so soft you could call it Pulled Meat, even if no one was sure exactly what type of meat it was. As of a few hours ago, the meat had been mixed with various spices (of the flavor kind, not the drugs kind) to make gigantic amounts of borscht and goulash.
And then, the vats were loaded on the trucks.
If no one stopped the Sithling, the rich people of Spira were only an hour or so away from learning that all their pools had been emptied of water, and filled with Scherezade's cooking instead, starting to rot.
And of course, she was going to make sure that by the time that happened, she would be long gone.
It was going to be fun!