{Revenge} Satora Reports

Satora Razza

~My boots echoed in the hallways of the Dome as I walked back to my room. I was caked in a mix of blood, sweat and dirt from the docks. As I turned the key and opened the door, my cell phone beeped. Shit, Diawanted an update on how things went, guess cleaning up would have to wait. U-turning it back down the hall, I smirk as I think about how successful the night had been against the warriors. Raising my hand, I knock on his door and then enter.~ You rang.

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  Dia Rivera *Leaning back in his leather chair, a wicked grin on his face he motions for her to take a seat* Come! Take a load off your feet. I want to hear all about tonight.

  
  
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  Satora Razza ~I take a seat across from Dia, relaxing by sitting on the edge and letting my spine slack ever so slightly. His grin is infectious, it is hard to resist not smiling back as I relay the facts first.~ The Order showed up as expected. They sent teams to fan out and investigate the containers. No doubt their sympathetic human genes expecting to hear people crying out from them. The B Team swept in, opened fire and then it rained blood.

  
  
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  Dia Rivera *He could hardly contain his excitement as Satora recalled the events of the night.* Excellent! I assume you took down a few of his pansies? And the actual cargo is safely on its way to Savannah? Our clients in the Southern district are looking forward to their blood sport in the Okefenokee this spring. They were extremely upset when I had to notify them of the delay in departure from the Scottish ports. It pisses me off when I think of Meison Declain's incompetence. We could have lost an important customer for his blunders.

  
  
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  Satora Razza ~A small hiss of pleasure escapes from between my teeth as I silently recall the injured and fallen breeds of the Order.~ Yes, several of the warriors were hit and tucking their tails between their legs as they fled the scene. There was great success in nailing one of their warriors, he was on death's bed when I took to the field. A Scottish breed showed up at the docks, taking the bait, MacBain I believe he called out. I was close to taking him out when a warrior opened his talent on me rather than face me in combat. ~I pause and a growl grows within me as I think of the hit I took. Straightening back up, I focus back on the facts.~ Yes, the shipment is on schedule. The captain reported they are trying their best to make up time. How is it going withMeison? Has he explained the error?

  
  
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  Dia Rivera *Shaking his head, he snarled* If I could nail his ass down perhaps I'd could get more than an explanation for his screw up. But I don't even know where he is at. I've had some of my best men searching for him and they have come up with nothing. *Standing he paces* I'm telling you Satora. I'm sick of his part time interest in the business.

  
  
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  Satora Razza ~Mentally running through the slim reports I had received from the teams, I try and calculate what options may be left for Dia's partner. Meison had been of some use to me in the past, aiding in my persistence to master a new weapon.~ Perhaps it is time to ferret him out? Apply some pressure. I am available if needed.

  
  
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  Dia Rivera *Strokes his jaw in thought* You do that. I'll work on his daughter, Aine. Both of them have secrets and my gut tells me those secrets could be the key to our survival in this new world we find ourselves in.

  
  
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  Satora Razza You'll have my report from this evenings activities in the next day. I will start my intel on Meison. I'm sure you'll have a most enjoyable time with Aine. ~Watching Dia's grin return to his face, I rise from the chair and take my leave. As I walk back towards my quarters again, I pull the elastic band holding my hair back, dried blood and dirt leaving a trail on the ground. Pushing the door open, I kick my boots off and strip off my clothing. Shower, feed and then back to work.~