Chapter 121: change of plans
Fin reached for the doorknob. He didn’, wore a more formal Guild uniform, a lieutenant’s insignia on her collar. These were the trackers. Their eyest try to pick the lock. He focused, pushed a sliver of his power into the metal. The internal tum. "My turn?" She pulled a thin set of metal picks from a pouch on her thigh.
Fin shook his head. He and ears.
Fin met Arachne’s gaze. He nodded once.
Arachne moved first.
She flowedblers twisted, broke. The knob turned easily in his hand.
He pushed the door open.
Two men sat stepped forward, placing his hand flat on the metal door, just above the lock mechanism. Green energy, faint and almost invisible into the room like smoke, a silent blur. Before the woman in uniform could even register her presence, Arachne’s hand at a large console littered with datapads and steaming mugs. One was older, bald, with tired eyes. The other was in the dim light, pulsed from his palm. There was a soft click, a thunk, and the door’ younger, hair slicked back, nervously tapping a stylus against his desk. They both looked up, surprise flashing across their faces as Fin chopped down on the side of her neck. A sickening crack. The woman slumped forward onto the table, eyes wide,s internal bolts slid back.
He pushed it open a few inches. The corridor beyond was dimly lit, smelling of stale air and stepped into the room.
"Who the hell are—" the older man started, his hand reaching for something under his unseeing.
One of the men yelped, scrambling back in his chair, eyes wide with terror. "What the cleaning chemicals. Empty.
Scarlet lowered her picks, looking slightly disappointed. "Well, that’s no fun. Just gonna console.