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The woman sat crossed legged in an old wooden chair perched precariously on its hind legs as she flipped through the dead man’s papers. She couldn’t say much about him but at least his notes and list were accurate. Underneath the old wooden desk laid the unmoving figure of a man in his late 40’s rimmed glasses shattered upon his face, the bright cheerful nameplate on the desk named him the head defense attorney of the upper financial district. He was the one who the corrupt went to and paid handsomely for his services; smarter than he looked he kept the files and notes his clients gave him, notes on what gangs they had their hands in and what moves they had planned and executed. It seems that the good lord mayor had been accused three times of eliciting a young male streetwalker and had a temper when they wouldn’t listen, but of course that never hit the news. Viole could make good money off of this hit, or perhaps she would use it to secure her own little position on the ever changing surface of Vale City. 

A short knock on the window drew her attention from the papers as her second in command, Varic sat perched on the window, a wicked grin plastered across his face. He was two years older than her and his hair had already started to grey, but he was loyal and was one of the best sharpshooters the young leader had seen around the industrial district. 

[color=dc381f][b]”Well well well, to what do I owe the pleasure?”[/b][/color] 

Her good natured greeting was echoed with the window sliding up with a sharp scrap as he reported that the raid had finally started. She had learned about a possible raid on one of the arms dealers that was allowed to exist in the Conduit’s realm, and though she had little interest in the dispute, the prospect of seeing someone tangle with the Wire’s could be an interesting advantage for the new gangleader. Slamming the legs down with a small splat as it hit the pool of blood under her, she neatly jumped over the desk sauntering her way towards the window, spotting the sleek black charger idling under the fire escape. 

[color=dc381f][b]”Let’s go then.”[/b][/color] 

The words followed her down as she easily made her way down to the car sliding over the hood and in threw the open driver’s window. The soft click of the seatbelt next to her was all she needed before she slammed on the gas, sliding the car out into traffic; she was too far away from her own turf for anyone to recognize the car easily maneuvering through the busy city streets, shifting and drifting down side roads, almost as if avoiding the main roads for a reason.

It wasn’t long before the woman was perched on a roof a few buildings away from the Sabre’s hideout, both her second and third in command standing behind her watching the poor excuse for a defense the men were putting up against the raiders. They were too well prepared and geared to be another gang trying to gain more turf, no this was something else, something much larger was at play. 

[color=dc381f][b]”Seems like someone wanted to take out the Conduit’s weapon supplier…”[/b][/color] 

Viole tilted her head before whispering soft Russian to the small bird on her shoulder, returning her attention to the firefight below as the bird took off circling high in the air as if searching for something. The arrival of the jeep behind the attackers was a new twist, her eyebrow’s shooting up into her hair line as she watched the very man she was talking about exit the car and enter the fray. The sparks of electricity surrounding him only added to the allure as the three of them watched silently as he quickly turned the tide and issued a warning to the now decrepit old man. 

[color=dc381f][b]”Ryker, see what you can find out about who arrange the raid.”[/b][/color]

Though it was posed as a request, the young blonde standing behind her knew an order when he heard one. A slight tilt of his head and he was gone down the side of the building and off into the back streets to find his contacts and information brokers. He was rather young for a third in command, but his ability was a useful one, he could tell when someone was lying. At the age of 22 he had graduated The University of Vale City with a bachelor’s in psychology and a minor in criminal justice; he had every intention of become a police officer, and even entered the academy before he saw that corruption rested in the heart of it as well. He was a young depressed man haunting a dive bar when Viole found him, he was arguing with her second in command about how the city was damned and no one could make a difference.  She listened to his argument chuckling loud enough to garner his attention before offering him a job to join her and make a difference on the dark side instead of trying to do it standing in the light. As he left so did she, motioning for her second to follow as well making her way closer to the scene moving from roof to roof not daring to get to close to the angry lightning man down there on the ground. 

[color=dc381f][b]”When the idiot leaves, follow him.”[/b][/color] 

They both knew she was talking about the only surviving raider, after she had gained a vocal understanding from Varic she turned and disappear into the shadows making her way leisurely back towards her own office, the sound of sirens echoing through the abandoned buildings as they raced towards the city.

Tilting her head she was curious as to what that situation was about, but she had other pressing matters, and needed to gather a few things before she went and had a meeting with a certain mayor.

This was going to be a fun day, she could tell.
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