Hunting the hunter

[Silver]

Her scent never did her wrong. Her eyes never betrayed her.
And her instincts... Well. If death had instinct, it would be just the same as hers.

With some calls and some 'creative' nudges, the whisper here and the rumor there, it all indicated it was in Coronado.

Of all places. The system where the Mercrosis was stationed.

And for a freelancer that managed to piss off the Maltese Navy, that girl only had three choices.

The Mercrosis.. Which was a neg, as she quickly saw the logs of the ship in the past two weeks in a heartbeat.
Pecos.. And it's list of arrivals and departures was easy to get thanks to Jack-O.
And Barrier Gate.

As the list from Pecos arrived and her contacts in Barrier Gate were almost reporting back, she drank a whole bottle of Jack Daniels.

Not soon after and with the Pecos list in hand and a small report from one of her contacts in Barrier, she smirked and thought off going to catch the girl herself.

But an animal cornered.. is a dangerous animal.
So Kalliste knew she needed bigger fangs than just herself.

With a quick input in her data-comm she hailed Samantha back.

Sam.. Guess what.

*Smirks*

Barrier Gate Station. Coronado. Bay 24-B. Her bomber is there.

*Grins*

If you want me to go and collect her hide.. Do say so.
If not.. Bring a lot of guns. Someone that manages to piss your Maltese Navy off and isn't scared,
either is crazy or desperate.

And any of those options when cornered.. Do more damage than the usual.

*Her grin turned feral*

Fun.

Bye bye,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop