collateral damage — IC

[King]

Being back in Russia was a relief. America always had Valentina on edge, being an illegal resident afterall. But the director did his part in helping her keep her identity hidden and he did so well. Nevertheless, Valentina had flown back to a private landing strip with ease and had been driven to a safe home to sleep in the city for the night. Valentina considered going out for a party in some of her favorite clubs; she liked Moscow for the nightlife. But, with a mission involving a heavy level of stealth needed, Valentina decided to take a nap before setting up for her next day.

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After a safe sleep, Valentina dressed for the occasion. Looking like she belonged in a matrix cosplay convention, or a daphne in a scooby doo live action remake, she was ready for her day. She planned on getting in and out of the complex fast, getting her usb in the drive and collecting a kill or two. Whilst being materialistic, Valentina wasn't ambitious and didn't expect to collect any big names. If she didn't shed enough blood though, her title of an assassin would be useless. There was a reason she was only contacted to kill beautiful women.

Deciding take the folders and stuff them into a bike she had bought from a contact, Valentina was ready to find her way to the complex. With only two sharp, plastic blades attached to her boots, Valentina felt comfortable enough to find her way into the building. With a quick, but risky ride to the complex, Valentina was parked a few miles from the target. Deciding to walk through the wooded area to avoid detection, she took a leisurely stroll. Being out in the forest made her think of the most gluttonous sins. Despite the two being on rather good terms, and Val's respect for him and his fellow greed, Valentina couldn't help but keep looking over her shoulder. Stories of the cannibal always made Val nervous if he got too close he'd take her jugular out, like he almost did with Salem.

As she got closer, Valentina started to creep, keeping her eyes peeled for anybody near.

 

[viscera.]

SALEM H.

"What do you think?" was Salem's immediate reply the second he heard North's voice, but that was just a given. He wasn't happy to be there, he doubted either of them were. "Unfortunately," he finally offered. There was no point in being difficult. Cooperation equaled a smoother mission overall. That however did little to sate his already bitter mood. He figured once he got his hands dirty, it would be a downhill slope from there, but again, that was just a guess.

Once he had a location and a driver, he took off. Moscow wasn't his favorite place by any means, but Salem knew it well enough to have a basic layout, and that made the whole ordeal significantly less frustrating. Meeting up with North was strangely comforting too; the other actually had his shit together though, and Salem could appreciate that much.

Waiting until later in the evening to actually head out was more of a pain than anything. Granted, that was probably just Salem's impeccable lack of patience talking, but again, he wanted to get in and get out. Scraping by with the bare minimum was more than enough for him.

On a side note, the rental car was nice. Not that Salem expected it to stay that way, but damages were trivial. "D'you think the director will pay us more if we bring back the main bitch's head? Maybe pair it with a nice floral arrangement?" Salem sneered to North as they drove. He figured they must've been close to the complex, given the remote location and the fact that the road they were on was nearly impassable. Finally coming to a stop was as relieving as it was disheartening. "Better make this quick," he remarked, making sure his USB was on his person before throwing the passenger door open and stepping out. They had a solid walk ahead of them, a mile or two, but Salem wasn't particularly bothered by that. It wasn't like they could roll up to the complex's front doors. The end result probably wouldn't have been very pleasant anyway.

 

[pines]

north.
the reply he got was expected, if north got annoyed every time salem was rude they'd have killed each other a long time ago. he always found his patience for the greedy sin to be phenomenally more then with any of the others. he figured it was because the last greed.... well, you know.

he wanted this over, they both did that much was certain. so handing over the location and waiting for the shorter sin to get there was kind of frusterating, shown only by the barest twitch of a lip. they'd have to wait again until the end of the day, striking in the evening had a better stealth option. the wait wasnt necessarily boring, salem was what one might call anxious but he knew to be impatient. north himself just laid back on one of the plush living area chairs and napped, considering last time he didn't expect salem to try anything. neither of them needed more trauma on top of the last moscow incident.

once it was time to go, north made sure everything was ready, neither wanted to be there longer then necessary and no plan would be longer then necessary. glancing at the sun of greed as he spoke, the cannibal just shrugged, swiping a tongue over his teeth in thought. "we could, don't think he'd pay us more. it might get the point that we don't want to come back across though." either way north was tempted, if they dropped the head off to the director maybe it would keep them out of russia a few months. once they were parked out of the way, with only a trek to the compound, north let himself relax marginally. they were making good time, and while a walk in the woods at night might not be great for some people, north had always found it relaxing. "let's just get it done, quick can get sloppy." neither wanted that. with a single sigh of apprehension, the sin of gluttony started off into the woods. it didn't take long to pick up the scent of another sin, something that made him hum gently, maybe they would get it done quicker, if the others were around to actually do something. north moved silently through the trees, almost like he was meant to be there. he had grown up in them, hard to take that out of a person. the closer they got the more north felt a sense of dread, he'd never been superstitious, but moscow changed a few things.

 

[Kattzillaa]

Howl Mortera
Howl had definitely planned on sleeping with his beloved friend for the rest of eternity had his consciousness not nagged at him to get up and head to where ever the fuck he was supposed to go. It seemed this mission was going to be entirely done without sleep on his part. The others should hope they didn't become one of his targets in his half lidded state. His brown eyes opened once more and stared deadly at the ceiling before sitting up, successfully waking Emma who laid beside him. Her fluffy brown hair wasn't quite a mess yet as they had barely been in bed and pretty much everything about them was fine.

"We have to go to...." He paused for a second while gripping the folder that found its way with him into her room then proceeded to flip through it grasping the basics of what it said. "Moscow."

"You have to sleep or we're all going to die..." Howl scoffed a bit as if to answer, 'why is that an issue?'. He only really liked about two of the sins, one as a friend and one as... a friend with benefits... He would have shivered at the disrespect directed toward the woman earlier had his brain not been half dead at that moment in time. Howl found his way out the door and down the hall before Emma could actually argue but instead was forced to follow her.

"I'm not complaining.... How are we going to get to Moscow..."

"Cruise!" Her voice piped up from behind him while climbing into the driver's seat of her car, he followed behind but got into shotgun instead. It didn't seem like a long drive to Howl but nothing seemed to long as his mind couldn't focus on much except maybe the wind that blew through his mess of curls. It was calming and relaxing but that feeling came to an end when they finally reached the docks to board one of many cruise ships the two owned. It was a standard looking one, white with many windows and a huge deck for whatever they wanted. The rugged looking captain approached the two as they exited the car.

"Where to?" Howl's aura sent shivers down everyone's spines but Emma's and it was obvious they'd avoid him from then on out until what they knew to be him came back.

"Moscow," Emma piped up immediately while the two boarded the ship. It was going to be a long journey and god knows they might make a few stops, if Howl allowed it. The oceans rocked the boat as it left the harbor while the sun shone brightly in the sky like a piece of freshly polished gold. Either way, they'd make it to Moscow and either way Howl was going to arrive sleep deprived and ready to murder.

The trip was spent with Emma trying to convince Howl to sleep who aggressively refused and nearly killed half the crew on the way there. Blood oceans instead of blue suited him perfectly fine. He'd prefer it that way. Moscow was a bustling city and filled with sturdy people of all types. It was also rather cold which helped Wrath stay awake, as much as he was. This was Moscow. He'd never been but he probably wouldn't remember it afterward either so what did it matter. All they had to do now, was find the other sins or just take the target themselves.