After the drow assassins attacked, Raye had not been able to glean the information she needed from her prisoner. He had managed to swallow poison that had been encapsulated in a ring upon his hand. Raye had not realized what he was doing until it was too late to stop him and had been forced to watch, with increasing frustration, as he foamed at the mouth, seized and then died.
Of course, she had other sources to obtain the information she wanted. Any information was subject to being bought and sold if a person knew the right vendors and had enough gold. Rayvinn had both at her disposal and she immediately used that advantage to launch a recon mission.
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July 31st
Raye awakened from an already troubled sleep; hours of tossing, turning and running from the black hearted elf that plagued her dreams this night. It wasn't the nightmare that had her bolting from her bed but the obnoxious ringing from the contraption called a phone. She fished it from the the top drawer of her dressing table, pushed the appropriate button and blinked a few times as the image of the man she employed as her eyes and ears came to life. She was learning about technology but that didn't stop her from being surprised each time she encountered it.
"Ms. Rayvinn, the recon mission has been a success. I have located the target. He is camped approximately forty clicks south of your location, Ma'am. I estimate his amy to be in the thousands." A delicate brow arched as Raye interrupted the "retired soldier" with a soft yet firm admonition. "You estimate? How many thousands? There is a great difference between a couple of thousand and twenty-thousand. Can you not narrow it down, Mr. Marick?" The man appeared unphased and offered one curt nod.,"Less than twenty, more than ten. You need to leave soon, Ma?am." Raye merely nodded, not succumbing to the sudden urge to curse. "Return promptly for payment. I don't need to remind you of the location."
She pushed the button to end the conversation and was immediately upon her feet, peeking her head out of the doorway of her excessively large closet, elven night vision making it possible to see the slumbering form of Jonothon in their bed across the room. His breathing appeared regular and steady, so she decided he had somehow managed to sleep through the call.
Already, a plan was beginning to formulate, racing through her mind as a reminder of how quickly she must move now. Truth be told, this wasn't a brand new plan, it had been in her head for thirty years in one form or another. She counted seven steps into her closet, parted the clothing on the left side and slipped her hand up the wall to the tiny button hidden by the overhang of the shelf above. Two panels slid open silently and Raye reached inside and removed the three duffel bags that had been stored there from the moment she had moved in. Prior to that, they were stored behind a small false wall she had installed in the closet of the room she used at Cor's house. Prior to that...there had always been a hiding place to store the necessities for a quick escape.
This was step one of the plan, everything she needed to survive for a short period of time was present within these bags, including the clothes she was now slipping into and the key to a storage unit that was a five minute run from her current location. She closed the panel, replaced the clothing to its original position and stepped from her closet. Pausing a few steps from the open bedroom door, she turned to look back, nearly incapacitated by the sudden surge of emotion that shuddered through her. She forced herself to take several slow deep breaths. This was necessary and regardless of how much she despaired to leave him, she knew Jonothon would never be safe as long as she remained here. She also knew he would either insist that he accompany her or that she stay and there was no way she would allow him to face that sort of danger for her. The only chance any of them had to survive Lialin, at least in her twisted mind, was for her to disappear but leave just enough of a trail to draw her pursuer away from RhyDin.
One last lingering gaze followed by a shake of her head to clear her mind, and Raye had shouldered the duffels and had her .45 drawn, index finger relaxed in place next to the trigger. Down the steps and out the door, paranoia's poster child stalked as if the Boogieman would come out of the shadows at any moment.
Once she was free of the confines of the house and under the open sky, she picked up her pace until she reached the storage facility and scaled the fence. Quickly locating her unit, she unlocked the padlock, slipped inside and dropped the duffels next to the motorcycle she stored here for the sole purpose of quick escape. A matched pair of elven blades were sheathed upon her back, daggers placed in their usual spots upon her hips,lower back sheath, and in the tops of each boot. Everything was covered by the protective fitted leather jacket. A backpack was lifted from the floor, opened as she mentally ticked off an amount and then placed upon her back after she closed it. The motorcycle was rolled out of the storage facility; the door was closed and key pocketed before she pushed the bike to the gate, unlocked and opened it. The Ducati was straddled, engine revved and she took off at breakneck speed.
Of course, she had other sources to obtain the information she wanted. Any information was subject to being bought and sold if a person knew the right vendors and had enough gold. Rayvinn had both at her disposal and she immediately used that advantage to launch a recon mission.
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July 31st
Raye awakened from an already troubled sleep; hours of tossing, turning and running from the black hearted elf that plagued her dreams this night. It wasn't the nightmare that had her bolting from her bed but the obnoxious ringing from the contraption called a phone. She fished it from the the top drawer of her dressing table, pushed the appropriate button and blinked a few times as the image of the man she employed as her eyes and ears came to life. She was learning about technology but that didn't stop her from being surprised each time she encountered it.
"Ms. Rayvinn, the recon mission has been a success. I have located the target. He is camped approximately forty clicks south of your location, Ma'am. I estimate his amy to be in the thousands." A delicate brow arched as Raye interrupted the "retired soldier" with a soft yet firm admonition. "You estimate? How many thousands? There is a great difference between a couple of thousand and twenty-thousand. Can you not narrow it down, Mr. Marick?" The man appeared unphased and offered one curt nod.,"Less than twenty, more than ten. You need to leave soon, Ma?am." Raye merely nodded, not succumbing to the sudden urge to curse. "Return promptly for payment. I don't need to remind you of the location."
She pushed the button to end the conversation and was immediately upon her feet, peeking her head out of the doorway of her excessively large closet, elven night vision making it possible to see the slumbering form of Jonothon in their bed across the room. His breathing appeared regular and steady, so she decided he had somehow managed to sleep through the call.
Already, a plan was beginning to formulate, racing through her mind as a reminder of how quickly she must move now. Truth be told, this wasn't a brand new plan, it had been in her head for thirty years in one form or another. She counted seven steps into her closet, parted the clothing on the left side and slipped her hand up the wall to the tiny button hidden by the overhang of the shelf above. Two panels slid open silently and Raye reached inside and removed the three duffel bags that had been stored there from the moment she had moved in. Prior to that, they were stored behind a small false wall she had installed in the closet of the room she used at Cor's house. Prior to that...there had always been a hiding place to store the necessities for a quick escape.
This was step one of the plan, everything she needed to survive for a short period of time was present within these bags, including the clothes she was now slipping into and the key to a storage unit that was a five minute run from her current location. She closed the panel, replaced the clothing to its original position and stepped from her closet. Pausing a few steps from the open bedroom door, she turned to look back, nearly incapacitated by the sudden surge of emotion that shuddered through her. She forced herself to take several slow deep breaths. This was necessary and regardless of how much she despaired to leave him, she knew Jonothon would never be safe as long as she remained here. She also knew he would either insist that he accompany her or that she stay and there was no way she would allow him to face that sort of danger for her. The only chance any of them had to survive Lialin, at least in her twisted mind, was for her to disappear but leave just enough of a trail to draw her pursuer away from RhyDin.
One last lingering gaze followed by a shake of her head to clear her mind, and Raye had shouldered the duffels and had her .45 drawn, index finger relaxed in place next to the trigger. Down the steps and out the door, paranoia's poster child stalked as if the Boogieman would come out of the shadows at any moment.
Once she was free of the confines of the house and under the open sky, she picked up her pace until she reached the storage facility and scaled the fence. Quickly locating her unit, she unlocked the padlock, slipped inside and dropped the duffels next to the motorcycle she stored here for the sole purpose of quick escape. A matched pair of elven blades were sheathed upon her back, daggers placed in their usual spots upon her hips,lower back sheath, and in the tops of each boot. Everything was covered by the protective fitted leather jacket. A backpack was lifted from the floor, opened as she mentally ticked off an amount and then placed upon her back after she closed it. The motorcycle was rolled out of the storage facility; the door was closed and key pocketed before she pushed the bike to the gate, unlocked and opened it. The Ducati was straddled, engine revved and she took off at breakneck speed.