Chapter 4: The weirder they are.
Inside one abandoned warehouse, half of which had long since crumbled, a patch of darkness shimmered then dispersed, the dim light invading from outside reflecting on the glistening surface of a bright red car.
It had no wheels and floated a meter above the ground, effortlessly remaining in one spot without making any sounds or disturbing the dust underneath it.. Anti-gravity modules were rare, but not as much as advanced cloaking systems.
Magic Mirror was one of the best, mostly used in high-end military equipment. One could only wonder how a solo mercenary got his hands on something like that.
The door opened and a man stepped out. Strangely enough, he was dressed in a white tuxedo, complete with a bow tie. He looked left and right, then frowned. Jerome Barberin arrived, and from the looks of it, his client was late.
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"I have a clear shot. Should I take it?"
A red cross marked the head of the smuggler, seen through the scope of a sniper rifle with quite the long barrel. Maria remained perfectly still, her weapon trained on the target as she blended with the darkness filling the inside of an abandoned apartment two thousand meters away.
Two thousand meters in the opposite direction, Gaspard leaned on the steering wheel of his truck, focusing on the footage playing through his OAM.
"Not yet," He said then looked to his right. "The corpos?"