After some thought Baal decided to swim too fortunately his suit was waterproof. Soon he joined the young assassin on the waterside. <span style='color:red'>"Heh I'll go with you then as soon as we're out in the dry the rifle will be out."</span> Baal looked about the bay pleased with the lay of the landscape. Am I ready, will I ever be? <span style='color:red'>"You ready this may get messy once we're in, I'll go when you do."</span>
Amaroq studied Baal. "<span style='color:purple'>Once we get inside, we might have to sepearate. You're 'shoot the guards and climbe throguh a window' idea might work when we get out. I suggest we go in through the air vents. Their shoulder be a pipe under water.</span>" He ducked, pulling Baal with him, as a flashlight swept over their heads. "<span style='color:purple'>The sooner we're in the water, the sooner the fun begins. Let's go.</span>" Amaroq slipped into the water and disappeared under the waves.
As soon as Amaroq vanished into the waves Baal dove into the cold black depths. He hated the salt more than anything permeating infecting clawing its way into the gaps of his scales, damn salt. It was cold too the padding was doing near nothing to help. It wouldn't take long until they reached the pipe. I hope Amaroq is warm. Baal thought darkly. legs were starting to hurt, we can't be far now.
Amaroq stared through the water, diving lower and lower into the waves. He noticed the light flashing over the surface and knew the guards were patrolling the water's edge. <span style='color:purple'>Damn, we won't be able to go up for air for a while</span>, he thought. He saw the pipe and signaled for Baal to go in first. He would need air faster than Amaroq.
Baal saw the lights too but was in no position to do anything about it. He only just noticed Amaroq's signal silently thanking him, he swam up and round a slow tide was exiting the pipe but could be easily fought against. It didn't take long for Baal to find the exit finding himself in a small dark room slowly he drew out the rifle removing the wax with much care. <span style='color:red'>"Heh ready for anything now, plenty of energy and a spare barrel."</span> murmuring as he scanned the room with his night-scope. <span style='color:red'>"Where is Amaroq?"</span>
Amaroq slipped passed Baal and into the shadows while Baal looked around. He searched the crates he found, realizing they were in a storage room. It was hard to see what was in the crates, but it felt like...diamonds? "<span style='color:purple'>Baal, I think we found what their smuggling.</span>" He called out in a whisper. He hoped the takula heard him over the sound of pounding feet.
<span style='color:red'>"Heh yep looks like it, I think we found our payment."</span> Whispering over the footsteps. Baal looked at the diamonds too, they were startlingly bright in the night-vision green. After taking 6 diamonds in secret stashes in his suit he went over to the door placing his ear against the wood the faint sound of snoring came from the other side. Baal resisted the urge to laugh and went over to Amaroq to tell him.
Amaroq choked back a chuckle as he too pressed his ear against the door. "<span style='color:purple'>Good. We don't have to go through the pipe again.</span>" Amaroq took a handful of the diamonds, not trying to be greedy btu figuring he could take more since he had Jynx to think of. He tucked them into the pocket of his jeans and opened the door.
<span style='color:red'>"Heh true."</span> Baalberith followed Amaroq out down the corridor quietly sneaking past the sleeping guard. Heh to slit or not to slit. Looking at the guards throat with a smile, but thought not to. They had to find the leader take him out and call the authorities in to clean up the henchmen. Shouldn't be too hard to find, just some smartly dressed pendragon with bodyguards.
Amaroq stopped in front of the guard for a moment, and then decided ramming his dagger into the 'dragon's gut wouldn't be a good idea. He crouched down, carefuly slipping his hand behind the guard and grabbing his keys. The guard stirred, and Amaroq caught his breath. <span style='color:purple'>I've never been caught before. This can't happen, </span> he thought. The guard started to open his eyes and blinked, trying to see.
Baal hadn't expected the guard to wake, in anger that this whole op' might be about to be blown wide open he turned quickly and with more force than thought possible he grabbed the guards head by the muzzle and pushed it back. A loud crack resounded of the corridor walls as the neck snapped. He then threw the key to the now startled Amaroq. Baalberith quickly pulled the dead guard into the room they came from placing it into the pipe to be lost forever in the currents. Walking over to his partner anger slowly fading from his eyes. <span style='color:red'>"Right shall we move on, or are you just gonna stand there we've a job to do."</span>
Amaroq jumped back as Baal attacked the guard. He caught the key and, in answer to Baal's question, opened the door across the hall. "<span style='color:purple'>After you.</span>" He muttered, feeling the lightest bit of fear intoxicating him. <span style='color:purple'>Cut it out, it's not like you wouldn't have done the same thing</span>, he thought himself, holding the door open.
Baalberith walked slowly through the door rifle raised and ready, a walkway was before him. He hoped that his attack didn't make that much sound. As he went across the walkway he had a distinct feeling of being watched. <span style='color:red'>"Come on Amaroq we don't have much time until they realize a guard is missing."</span> He whispered behind him.
Amaroq remained silent, looking around the walkway uneasily. "<span style='color:purple'>There's something wrong here.</span>" He muttered. As if on cue, a shot was fired and the group of dragons he'd seen before dropped down, holding guns and daggers. Amaroq stumbled back as the bullet dug it's way into his shoulder, barely missing his heart. A deep, savage growl erupted from his throat and, ignoring the blood pouring out of his wound, he grabbed both daggers and lunged at the nearest 'dragon.
Baal jumped for a nearby ledge and began picking his targets by order of danger, not for himself but for his partner who was in danger of dying. First on the list was the two gun wielding pendragons. He clicked the rifle to silence mode aiming for the eyes squeezing the trigger, a silent beam of white quickly spend its way across the walkway taking out the black ones left temple along with the eye. He quickly switched his target to the other, this fight had better be over soon the noise will attract others. There was another beam appears out of the darkness taking out the others chest spattering gore all over the place. Baal smiled wickedly as he jumped across onto the walkway stabbing the point of the rifle into the spine of a knife wielding 'dragon he shouted at the other one. <span style='color:red'>"Don't touch him or I'll shoot your friend!"</span>
Amaroq was a little annoyed that the two challenging pendragons had been taken out, but he contented himself with killing the dagger wielding ones. He was careful with his left arm, trying to ignore the pain as he slashed a few 'dragon's throats. Amaroq looked at Baal, who was standing behind a 'dragon with his gun in their back. He caught a flash of movement from his other opponent, who didn't seem at all worried that Baal was about to shoot the young one. He turned and blocked the attack just as the huge blue 'dragon barreled into him. He didn't notice the 'dragon slip the tip of his knife into the wound on his shoulder, dripping with a clear, deadly liquid. With no regard for his own safety, he swung his injured arm up and drove the dagger into the 'dragon's throat. His muscle jerked and he bit back the scream of pain that crawled up his throat. Letting go of the dead 'dragon, he crouched down and looked at his bleeding shoulder.
Baalberith had to shoot to calm the stirrings within himself the urges that determined his own being, well what was left anyway. He turned the power down for maximum pain the shot wouldn't make a hole but it would send jolt of energy all over the spin killing him at least a little painfully. Small lines of white spat up and down the thugs back his screams of pain rang in the the walkway room. Eventually he died collapsing onto the floor in a fetal position. Baal sighed as the dark stirrings ebbed away. He slowly walked over to Amaroq holding a strip of cloth. <span style='color:red'>"Sorry about that I shouldn't have let you see that, it's just sometimes the daemons want their payback for the deal I made."</span> He shivered as the last of the presence left him. <span style='color:red'>"Aaaah but still I am well normal."</span> He shrugged as he bandaged up Amaroq's shoulder after that was done he rubbed his right hand revealing the white wound for a second before replacing the glove.
Amaroq watched the young dragon die, having a hard time hearing as Baal bandaged his wound. "<span style='color:purple'>Let's jus finish the job before I pass out.</span>" He said, grinning at Baal before climbing painfully to his feet. He swayed a little, his eyes flashing before they went dull. As he walked, he couldn't help wondering where he was going. "<span style='color:purple'>Hey, Baal? Who are we looking for again?</span>" He called softly over his shoulder. The cloth was already stained with his blood, and the smell was strange. He turned and pressed hsi nose against the wound, confused. He swayed some more and stumbled. Pressing his hand against the wall, he realized why his blood smelled so strange. His breath shuddered out of his lungs and he closed his eyes, waiting for the wave of nausea to pass.
<span style='color:red'>"Heh okay then, we are looking for the leader of this operation the sooner we kill him the sooner we can leave and sell or payment."</span> Baal wanted to get out of here as fast as possible this place was stirring the daemons he was linked to. After all at the time it was his life or deal. <span style='color:red'>"We are looking for a pendragon in a very expensive suit with two larger ones in slightly less expensive ones."</span> Baal helped the inured assassin to the next door.
Amaroq breathed deeply as they moved through the dark room, trying to remember all the possible times he could have been poisoned. <span style='color:purple'>The blue 'dragon</span>, he thought, <span style='color:purple'>that damn knife was poisoned</span>. He saw light under a door and pulled away from Baal, standing to one side and listening closely. "<span style='color:purple'>I'm okay, Baal. Let's finish this.</span>" He whispered while a booming voice rang through the room on the other side. "I don't care how many shipments it takes, just do it!" the voice yelled. "<span style='color:purple'>We found our guy.</span>"
