Private Tales Two Deaths, One Stone

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Alistair had returned back to looking at the cache, sticking things into his pack if he could carry them. He was less concerned about the money, and more the ledger telling him where the money had come from. However, he was still vaguely listening to the man's confession.

He would have assumed the man was lying, as criminals often did, until he could confirm after a little bit of torture. Thankfully, Kitra's abilities made this all far less bloody.

The contempt in his companion's voice finally made him look up. His dead grey eyes turned to her, and his facial expressions gave nothing away. He asked a simple, but also the more important question.

"So? What will you do now?"

He knew what Kitra had started all of this for, and if she needed to blow off steam then...he would turn the other way. Alistair knew what it was like to need to blow off steam to justify oneself. Besides, who was he to preach morals?

"At this point, we could even report this as official business, if you are worried about repercussions."

Kitra Sen
 
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They had done this the safest way possible, no laws broken. Alistair was right, that this could turn into a Vigilite operation.

The Wyrm looked between them. "Official bus'ness?"

Kitra still stared at him, a ferocity born only from Vel Cirak. She had been part of a large investigation in that fortress city, had played part in the culling of werewolves, until she felt the lies in her superiors. Kit had been played, had been used.

So she had done the only thing spite wished of her. The Lyrebird called the pack, and her mimicry had been so perfect, the wolves thought her to be one of them.

Kitra Sen had not cared back then, but to look upon one man... and decide what she would do next tugged at something inside her.

"We arrest them. Call it in. Shut down their entire operation."

The Dreadlord walked forward, daring the Wyrm to attack her as she leaned down to tug her dagger from out of the floorboard. He knew he was defeated, knew the two of them were something else entirely without showing their Dreadlord magicks.
 
Alistair raised an eyebrow in surprise at Kitra's decision but said nothing. Instead, he turned to look at the Wyrm staring at him blankly, but hoping that the man knew just how lucky he was. He wasted no time un pulling up his sleeve to reveal a symbol of the Vigilite that was woven within the runes along his arms. It pulsed a soft blue before Alistair rolled down his shirt to cover it once again.

"They know, and a squad will be here soon."

With that established, Alistair began to take all of the cache out of the hiding whole. Everything would need to be correctly recorded and then taken by the Vigilite.

He glanced at Kitra out of the corner of his eyes. He felt like he needed to say something to her, but he wasn't sure what exactly there was to say.

She could have killed the Wyrm, and Al wasn't so sure that he would not have, but she controlled herself...good.

Kitra Sen
 
Regret pierced fiercer than her dagger had embedded into the flooring before the Wyrm. She had already turned her back on the guilty party, but a stray thought had her half turn to him, staring as he still kept to the floor as if that were the furthest he could be from her.

Her hand tightened over her knives, ready to lift and sink the fine steel blades into his chest.

Until Alistair spoke.

His word was like a shackle, a call back to reality.

She swallowed, turning her back on the Wyrm again and looked to her partner like a starved animal that had been denied. "Good. We can use him to find the rest of their operations... find the root and pull out the weeds."

Regret. Regret. Regret. She had made the decision already and could not change her mind now. They still had a job to do.
 
Alistair nodded as he stood up and gave her one long look. He didn't need eyes to guess what she was going through. She had shown self-control, but that control could crumble at any moment. That was part of the reason why Alistair had acted so quickly. It was better for her if he cemented her decision rather than let her jump back and forth.

The next words were going to be a more difficult discussion, "It may be best to allow the others to remove the rest of the gang...I think we have accomplished your goal."

They had found the killers, and they could make sure he faced justice, but removing the remainder of the gang was not something that he or Kitra needed to be there in person when it was all destroyed. This might be the easiest time for them to let go.

Kitra Sen
 
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Alistair was right.

To have their hands free from dealing with the aftermath, the arresting and questioning that she no longer had any to ask, it had left Kitra in a restless state.

There was frustration in her overall being, a point made with every stomp of her boot as herself and Krixus had volunteered to walk back towards where they had met earlier in the day. Dawn was hours away, the cobbled streets scarce of any people at this hour, save for the two Dreadlords.

She had been quiet for a while, stewing in her inner thoughts.
 
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