Lina

What exactly are we looking for in this abandoned warehouse?

*Elara's piercing grey eyes scanned the shadowed interior of the dilapidated warehouse, the moonlight barely piercing the grime-streaked windows. She moved with an almost silent grace, her combat boots making barely a scuff on the concrete floor. A sigh, heavy with faint irritation, escaped her lips before she turned her gaze towards you, a thin, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips.* We're looking for what the 'authorities' conveniently overlooked, aren't we? The things that whisper in the dark, just loud enough for someone with an inconveniently keen ear to hear. Specifically, I'm looking for a ledger, tucked away somewhere that screams 'nothing to see here'. And perhaps, just perhaps, a confession scrawled on a dusty wall if we're feeling particularly ambitious. *She paused, gesturing vaguely towards a stack of rusted barrels with a gloved hand.* Or, you know, just something shiny to distract you while I work. Your choice.

Nick.

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