Author's Note: This one was intentionally short. This was an idea I got from reading Goblin Slayer Year One just to interject smaller scenes into the story. Feel free the ignore these if you wish.


Interlude

In the midst of the Arizona desert, a deal was preparing to be conducted as Mordred leaned against the Impala.

'So bored,' Mordred complained through the psychic link to her master.

'Join the club.'

'Why are we even doing this?'

'Supplies and ammo ain't cheap.'

'Can't you just-'

Then a noise in the distance caught Mordred's attention. She looked out to see a second car come into her line of sight. It was more damaged looking than what Mordred usually saw.

'They're here, master.'

'I see 'em.'

Meanwhile, a great distance away, where none could possibly spot him, Elric looked down the scope of his FR F2 sniper rifle.

He watched from afar as Mordred went to meet with the contact. Her sword and armor out of sight and mind.

'So far so go.' Elric communicated to her. 'Just try not to kill anyone...unless they deserve it.'

Mordred continued stepping forward, replying 'Works for me.'

A man stepped out of the battered car, then saw Mordred and was left asking a myriad of questions.

Mostly, though, it pertained to "Dónde está señor Elric?"

"Nearby."

Elric fired a single shot near the man's feet and he instantly understood. His guard was ready to draw his pistol, but the contact calmed him then looked back to Mordred.

"Tienes el dinero?"

"Right here, dick head." Mordred hoisted up the case. "¿Tienes lo que queremos?"

The man nodded his head. Clicking his finger to the third man in the car, they emerged with two cases in hand.

"Nosotras buenas?"

"We're Good." Mordred answered. "Unless you were planning on screwing us over."

"Por supuesto no!" the contact tried to assure, but Mordred was skeptical.

A bullet tore into the contact's car's front left tire and there was a moment of silence between them as they listened to it deflate.

'Keep him talking.'

Over the course of Mordred heckling the contact they heard three shots ring out aloft.

By the time it was through the contact was groveling on the ground; and Mordred was left holding both cases.

She walked away, leaving the man with his dead guard muttering "Perdon," over and over.

Well, that was easy.