Lady Clarita Lockhart
The doll-like woman’s smile widened to see their reaction.
“Well, Monsieur Escalen,” she spoke quietly, sitting up. “What The Raven can do for the Imperium, is this.” Reaching towards a white and silver vanity case by her side, she opened it and drew out a file, sliding it gently across the table.
“She goes by the name of Garnet, or ‘The Scarlet Shadow’. A member of the Imperium for four years, only now, she poses as a threat. She was caught disclosing private information on Imperium projects to civilians. The civilians were dealt with accordingly, however Garnet has until this point managed to evade us.” The Sliver Lady placed her hands on the table, steepling her fine gloved fingers. “We need your help in tracking Garnet down. She is aware the Imperium is onto her, and she has been very careful to hide herself from us. Which, is of course, why we need outside help. Garnet knows the Imperium well…however she does not know you.” Clarita smiled.
“Your mission is to find her, observe her and her movements. Find out where she goes, who she talks to, any morsel of information on her that you can find. How you go about finding this information is up to you, all we ask is that you find out as much about her as you can. Any information you find on Garnet, you report back to the Imperium. Should the opportunity present itself, kill her, but it is the information on her we need the most…at least, for the moment.” Clarita smoothly picked up her own glass, taking a sip before looking back to Gerard. “Garnet is, a dangerous and elusive young woman. An ex-Imperium, and a gifted one at that. This mission will be by no means, easy. However, should you need more help, I am sure we could arrange something. You will, of course, be paid handsomely. You should find the details on payment in the file, along with a profile detailing everything the Imperium knows about Garnet. I believe you should find the payment to your liking.”
The Silver Lady smiled, pausing and giving Gerard time to scan over the contents of the file. “…Any questions, Monsieur?”
Elizabeth (“Lizzie”) Taylor – With Marcey
Elizabeth followed Marcey in, looking around her and rubbing her arms. Her attention focused on the meat pie. Meat! How long had it been since the last time she’d had a morsel of meat? She could barely remember. Usually it was too expensive, so she had to do with watered soups and stews, when she could get it. She took the meat pie with care, holding it as if she was afraid it might slip from her fingers and run out of the door. “Thank you, Miss,” the waif-like girl said graciously. She resisted the temptation to wolf down the pie, eating it as steady and carefully as she could.
At the suggestion of helping around the shop, Lizzie nodded, as if she couldn’t agree more. “Yes, Miss, I can help around the shop, anything in return for the kind hospitality…where would you like me to start, Miss?” she asked readily.
Penna and Angelo – ‘Pemberton’s Clock making’
Angelo shook his head at Adan. “That is a kind offer,” he said, a hint of melancholy in his tone. He gestured around at the state of the shop, debris from smashed clocks everywhere, and the front section of the shop blown away almost completely. “But with the damage that has been done, unless we can find somewhere to continue business temporarily, it might be a while before we can resume business as usual…and that’s assuming we can find the funds for repairs.” He sighed. This explosion would set them back severely, he could tell. Most if not all of the clocks would have to be fixed or remade, new materials would need to be bought, the building would have to have to be repaired, including interior furnishings, customers would need refunds…Angelo subconsciously ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. He could feel it, the anger burning up his throat…the feeling of needing to do something…
The fact that there was a police officer right there didn’t help either. It only served as a reminder of how useless and corrupt the police force was. These days they only answered to the Imperium. If a crime was committed and the police were sent to investigate, no matter who was to blame, the Imperium were never held responsible, even if had been them. In the eyes of what little law there was left, the Imperium could do no wrong. They were either the victim, or they simply weren’t involved. Regardless of what really happened. Perhaps Angelo would have asked Kevin for assurance in tracking the criminal down, but he didn’t see there was much use. He’d be better off trying to hunt down the bomber himself than ask for the police to help.
Remembering Adan, the young man turned to him once more. “Don’t worry about the damages,” he told him, “And don’t worry about working here. But if you could help us in any way you can to get our business back on track, or just to help us out sometime with anything, we’d be truly grateful.”
Meanwhile, Penna stood where she was, fingers anxiously to her mouth as she fretted about what to do. With to shop blown open the way it was, unless they could barricade the opening with enough protection spells, the shop was no longer safe. At night there would be thieves, and who knows what else. Where would they sleep tonight? What would happen to their shop, their home? There were so many things she didn’t know the answer to.
She could tell the skeletal gentleman was about as thrilled with the Baron as she was, which at least brought some comfort to her. But from where she stood right at that moment, the situation looked pretty hopeless.