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Mordechai was quietly nestled deep in a corner of the top floor of Foucault Castle. The shadows wrapped around him hiding the massive killer from a cursory search, while his decoy sat off to the end of the room, all the more to draw in the inexperienced hunter. Silently his hand ran over the pistol in his lap, long skilled fingers deftly stripping the weapon into its 3 primary parts. A quick glance of an experienced obsidian eye, and the killer turned gunsmith set the two better parts in his pack, and tossed the other aside, to be found by less discerning practitioners of his trade. He had found fifteen of the prized Psylens in his hunt this day. They were a top notch weapon, one of the best commercially available 10mm’s. They were accurate, reliable, and packed more punch than the venerable .45acp…. But they were nothing compared to the weapons he could make from their parts. The best mass produced item, always had room for improvement, and in his hands, these discarded remnants of his war on the lionelli would become masterpieces. The familiar movements of his fingers needed no supervision from his eyes, and as the next in the pile began to separate in his lap, his mind wandered.

Wendigos. The demon spawn of the fae were drawing closer. He knew little about them, their history, their powers…. That needed to change. Twice, hives of them had been discovered in the city, and he had moved on them with others, to protect the denizens of the city. These times, even the humans had come out to help. It seemed the spawn of the fae instilled a fear in the human populace as well. It was just as well though. Mordechai feared no man, demon, nor creature from any abyss that walked the streets of Harper Rock city, but consistently, to consistently for his tastes, some of the wendigo had been able to fight him to a draw, some even forcing the brobdingnagian killer into a fight retreat. Asymmetrical warfare was necessary. Just standing up and going toe to toe, was not an option. There was even a.. ‘Breed’? “Subspecies”? That weapons just bounced off of, almost as if they had been infused with revenant ashes. A quick glance as he separated another set of parts, and picked up the next, and he was back on task. Better weapons were the answer. Better weapons for him, better weapons for those that fought with him, and these Psylens were the starting point to the answer.

Mordechai slipped the last set of parts into his pack, and straightened to his full height, then ducking as his stetson grazed the ceiling. It was a good haul, soon he would have a stack of great custom weapons for his friends, and they could bring the war to the Fae properly. Slipping to a nearby window Mordechai gracefully stepped out landing lightly on the ground, a small shake of his head as he once more noted how well these powers he now carried so nonchalantly would have made his past vocation as a human. His head cocked, as a signal slipped through his mind alerting him to a new text. A text from Pru. The message scrolled through his mind as he turned to a new direction and slung his pack over one shoulder. The killer slipped into an easy lope, until he was sure he was clear of prying eyes, and then the massive thighs began to really pump as he disappeared in a blur of dust and flying leaves. His mind reached out to the titian haired killer as he reached terminal velocity, she needed him in ‘ten’ and it sounded like she was once more about to step into the thick of something “Ten seconds is achievable, incoming”. Eight seconds later the Newborough station was in sight. Nine seconds his preternatural sight watched as Prudence crossed towards two men in the parking lot. Ten seconds found him standing behind the two males, a Fairbairn-Sykes in each hand. Neither were familiar. The Fairbairn-Sykes twirled thru his fingers into matching underhand grips, the blades concealed along his forearms as he once more reached out to the ginger whispering delicately in her mind, “I will take the one to your left”

The killer slowly nodded as he took in the titian haired killers words, the tension slipping from his muscles as he dipped to return the Fairbairns to their homes in the kydex sheaths within the upper shaft of the NewRocks that encased his feet. A low rumble came up from his diaphragm, “I am on her team… but it seem that targets and end goals, may coincide” A brief nod to each of the males was the final part of his greeting. Mordechai listened to Prudence giving her usual condensed explanation. Although she had become more… volatile… after repeatedly siring a clutch of allurists, she still fought, and wanted to fight, with single minded determination, seldom pay attention to detail or finesse, till it came to the beautiful custom guns she carried. Hopefully the males would come forward with more detail than ‘we are going to kill things’. More
information was needed to form concise rules of engagement, and the determination of the equipment need for the task at hands. The faces were recognizable, his missions and hunts over the past six years had taken him through every corner of the city, and he cataloged all that he met or saw. Although he had never been introduced he had had opportunity to ‘meet’ both of these males in the past. Reaching out instinctively with his mind as he did with every introduction, the taciturn killer lightly appraised each in turn, not probing in to their inner thoughts, but a light caress that showed their abilities and training, before stepping closer to the lone female. Looking down at the two unknown, he quietly queried, “What draws us to this conclave?”