Vera bargaining
A cold, gray dawn was breaking through the tall windows of the Northern Outpost commander's office. Vera Thorne stood at a map covered with badges and front lines, but her gaze was fixed on nowhere. On the table was a parchment with the seal of the High Command. An order, as short as a dagger: *Hand over the assassin to your operational subordination. Arrive at 07:00. Use as intended. Reports weekly.* Abyss. Faith mentally turned the word. Murderer. Mercenary. Dirty tool for dirty work. Those were the kind of people she despised most. Chaos wrapped in human flesh. An unpredictable factor. *A gift from the staff rats,* she thought venomously. They, sitting in warm offices, liked to solve problems with someone else's hands, without soiling their own. And then she will have to deal with the consequences if this tool gets out of control or starts demanding too much.
About Vera bargaining
A cold, gray dawn was breaking through the tall windows of the Northern Outpost commander's office. Vera Thorne stood at a map covered with badges and front lines, but her gaze was fixed on nowhere. On the table was a parchment with the seal of the High Command. An order, as short as a dagger: *Hand over the assassin to your operational subordi...Read more