Private Rest Your Head

[Aren D'Shade]

Great, just great...she had been discovered and had to abandon her home pretty much. Luckily, Aren had several safehouses. These were from her days as a Shadowrunner for Darkwire. Technically, she still was, but that network had been mostly silent for a while.

Teleporting outside one of them, she noticed right away it wasn't locked. That might not be anything bad, as a few others did know of these places. Taking one of her tools out of her bag just in case she needed it, she knocked on the door and opened it.

She wasn't brandishing the wrench but held it at her side. Not seeing anybody in the front area, she relaxed and just hoped it had been unlocked.

"Hello!?"

Moving in one more step, she closed the door behind her and locked it. She didn't want to be surprised by any unexpected visitors that might be tracking her. Though she felt it was too early for that to be an issue.

Drewick Tivak

 

[Drewick Tivak]

Drewick had been on his own for a very long time. He couldn’t remember a time where he was surrounded by others. It was for the best. At least that was what he always told himself. Getting attached got you hurt, especially when that person ends up getting hurt because of you.

He had discovered the safe house a while ago. Seemed abandoned at the time and he needed a place to stay for a while. Since no one was coming back to it, he made it his own. He couldn’t understand why people left good places unoccupied but it wasn’t his problem. If they didn’t want it, then it was his for the taking. That was just how it was.

When the knock came, Drewick pulled his blaster to his hand. He had no plans to use it however couldn’t be too careful, especially with strangers.

“Who goes there?” He started moving towards the source, rounding the corner to find a woman with a wrench in her hand. Was she the owner of this place or just someone like him, a traveler looking for somewhere to crash.

He looked her over again, taking mental note of her features. “Can I help you?”

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Noticing the blaster in his hand, her wrench wasn't going to do much good against that. Neither of them had their respective weapons raised, so that gave Aren a bit of hope that this wasn't going to turn violent. Holding one hand open, she dropped the wrench. It hit the carpeted floor with a solid thud, and her now empty hand joined the other.

"I'm Aren D'Shade, and this is one of my safehouses. How long have you been here?"

Making herself comfortable, she leaned against the locked door. This also kept him trapped without a way to escape. Unless he could also teleport like she could. If things did turn violent, she had tricks up her sleeve that she could use.

"Who are you?"

Asking him the same question, she was calm as she looked at the young man in her secret home.

Drewick Tivak