Trixy listened and waited, but silence alone kissed her ears. She growled low, she would not fail this mission... it was too important. Losing Maria could very well break Alistair, it could break the Blackmoores. Beatrix retrieved both of her glocks from her hip holsters, ready to fire, as she emerged from the shadows. Trixy barreled towards the door and forced it open with her shoulder. Upon entering, Trixy attempted to take cover and poised herself to shoot.

[i]Empty.[/i]

The abandoned room was empty of any enemy rogues. Beatrix couldn't detect anyone present mentally, but Maria's scent was everywhere. It was like she was right there in the room. Trixy lowered her gun-wielding arms to her sides as she walked further into the room, following the strong scent. The very moment she saw it, her lips formed a terrified little 'o'. It was no mystery why Maria's scent was so pungent now. 

On the wall opposite Trixy hung the dress Maria was wearing, tattered and bloody as it hung from a nail pinning it to the wall. Beside the dress was a grim message scrawled in Maria's blood, it read:

"There will be Blod"

Trixy's eyes blue eyes studied the message, reading it over and over again. The misspelling of 'blood' was purposeful, it was capitalized. What could it mean, aside from the fact that Maria was far from safe and no where near this abandoned building. The rogues must have known that the Blackmoores would send out a tracker, so they created a false trail. A really [i]believable[/i] false trail. Beatrix put her guns back in their holsters and proceed to rake her fingers through her hair as she paced the room. Maria could be anywhere, scared and bleeding.

Beatrix walked up to the wall with message and used her smart phone to capture a picture of it to show Alistair. Trixy then ripped the dress from the nail and bunched it up in her hands. How could she ever face Alistair with such a failure burdening her. A rage like none other pulsed through her and she punched the wall. Hard. The drywall and paint cracked and fell to the ground in a cloud of dust, even the studs behind it cracked with the force of her blows. Once she felt adequately pacified she stormed out of the building, Maria's dress still clenched in her fist.