It's still up, so...
>>96089612The count folds his hands and ponders for a moment before standing up and walking over to the fire, his large frame blocking out most of the flickering light as he gazes upwards. "Mr. Nobel, those whom are chasing you are no mere supernatural creatures, but highly trained individuals. If only it were a quirk of fate that they have both set their sights on you... just what is it that you have been working on for the Russians?"
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The sun has finally set, the last rays of its light have vanished, now replaced by the raising Moon. At a train station a large box sits untouched in the unloading area where two guards stand watch over it.
One of the men shivers and pulls his coat around him tighter "They said someone would be along to claim this before the end of the day."
His companion chimes in, "Wish they'd hurry up, I don't like the idea of standing around waiting for someone all night."
As if on cue, an audible thud is heard coming from the box as the lid slides off. The two men exchange cautionary glances before returning their attention to this phenomenon. A woman suddenly sits up straight from within the box, her hair is black, her skin looks pale, but she seems to be Asian.
One of the men mumbles to the other "What's a person doing in a crate?"
The woman's eyes suddenly open, immediately fixating on the sound of the man's voice. Both men recoil in shock as this woman's eyes are glowing red, but that wasn't all, when she turned to look at them they could see it, a large scar on the side of her neck surrounding several puncture wounds, like someone took a bite out of her neck a long time ago.
"Ah hell..."
Marion's eyes unlock from the men and trail down to the left where she raises a hand to her neck and quickly re-buttons her collar, then reaches behind her and pulls a hood over her head to obscure her eyes. And just like that she disappeared, as if merging with the darkness leaving the two guards staring at an empty crate.