"God, that was so embarrassing," Kate sighs, rotating her neck. She
doesn't look bothered, but she is, even as she waits in her car. To be
trapped in a Ring like a novice Craft user, that shouldn't have happened.
She doesn't feel too bad that Amon was caught in it first, but still, it
stings that something as trite like that got her. Which means, of course,
that the hunt is still on, but, minus the target and any new leads,
everyone was sent home after being checked for injuries.
Kate, however, isn't home, but in her car, waiting for her shady informant on the outskirts of the Walled City. She feels like she's sneaking out, like in her old days. This time, she isn't stealing cheap jewelry, but stealing access to something infinitely more precious. And she's stopped reporting to Solomon HQ quite some time ago, despite getting closer to her, and their, goal.
She sees him coming, even when he's trying to be mysterious and subtle, which is almost laughable from one of Methuselah's witches. The shifty looking man in the ragged clothes pulls out a piece of parchment from his smelly coat, but shoves it back inside before she can get beyond a cursory glance of Ogham scribbles. "7500 yen," he says, holding out a hand covered by a grubby glove.
"Getting ambitious, aren't we," Kate says. "I doubt the information is that good."
"It should be, I nearly got killed for the damn thing," the man says, his eyes continually traveling around the alley. "Well?" He holds his gloved hand out again.
"Fine," she snaps, counting out an extra 2500 yen. But she doesn't pass it over until the parchment is in her hands.
The man doesn't wait to count his money or even thank her, he takes off as soon as his hand closes over the bills. Either he's way too paranoid tonight, or he's got good reason to run. Kate takes his cue and peels out of there, intending on parsing through the document when she gets to her tiny apartment.
Kate, however, isn't home, but in her car, waiting for her shady informant on the outskirts of the Walled City. She feels like she's sneaking out, like in her old days. This time, she isn't stealing cheap jewelry, but stealing access to something infinitely more precious. And she's stopped reporting to Solomon HQ quite some time ago, despite getting closer to her, and their, goal.
She sees him coming, even when he's trying to be mysterious and subtle, which is almost laughable from one of Methuselah's witches. The shifty looking man in the ragged clothes pulls out a piece of parchment from his smelly coat, but shoves it back inside before she can get beyond a cursory glance of Ogham scribbles. "7500 yen," he says, holding out a hand covered by a grubby glove.
"Getting ambitious, aren't we," Kate says. "I doubt the information is that good."
"It should be, I nearly got killed for the damn thing," the man says, his eyes continually traveling around the alley. "Well?" He holds his gloved hand out again.
"Fine," she snaps, counting out an extra 2500 yen. But she doesn't pass it over until the parchment is in her hands.
The man doesn't wait to count his money or even thank her, he takes off as soon as his hand closes over the bills. Either he's way too paranoid tonight, or he's got good reason to run. Kate takes his cue and peels out of there, intending on parsing through the document when she gets to her tiny apartment.