"A wise decision," Qui praises you with a smile. "Corliss charged us with the final death of Robert Ward, but if she'd known the extent of the Anarch presence here, she surely would have altered her orders. We'll all move in at once on my signal. Things will get chaotic once they know we're here, so be ready to push through and keep on moving until Ward is finished." He sets eyes on Bouchard. "You sneak around the back of the factory and take at least two of our fastest mercenaries. If Ward tries to run, cut him down before he knows you're there."
"I don't think this is a good idea," Jordan says warily. "But I don't have any reads against it. If we weren't going to make it out of this, I'd have seen the signs."
"Well that's downright comforting coming from the likes of you," Bouchard growls with a sniff, muttering something about insane Malkavians before skulking down the shadowed line of your raiding party, passing on the change of plans to make sure each of you is on the same page, waiting for Qui's signal. When he returns, he gives a sharp nod, causing his distended jowls to quiver. He peers into the dark and smells the air for good measure. "The sentries aren't paying attention. Now's as good a time as any."
In the years since your Embrace, you've witnessed numerous death sentences and calls to battle, but something about Qui's voice chills your blood. He raises his hand, his long, tapered nails backlit by the moon, and whispers. "Take them all out. No quarter."
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