Caught in the Spider's Web

“It wouldn’t serve them, only when tyranny ends we will disappear again.”

Kveto paused, the meaning behind her words startling him enough to let her go.

“You’re with The Order? What the hell did you break into my apartment for? I’ve done nothing wrong!”  He was angry at the order now; were they trying to kill him or something? Send someone to collect information on him? What the hell?

She doesn’t stand, staying in a more vulnerable position will probably keep her alive longer. Just to be safe she keeps her hands on her lap, just in case she needed to reach for a knife.

“I am Shivya Vdova, and I believe your roommate is the one who delivered my supplies behind the Vice earlier today. Seeing as you have both arms,” She says locking eyes, or rather eye, with the man.

 “But I understand your reaction,” She says with a sour smile. “Anyone would be on edge with the government bearing down on them again. Especially after what the rumors said you endured.” 

Shivya lets out a sigh, the heavy atmosphere making her uncomfortable. She stands and brushes some dirt from her dark pants. “Lets start over shall we?” She says extending a hand and smiling at the man in front of her. 

“It wouldn’t serve them, only when tyranny ends we will disappear again.”

Kveto paused, the meaning behind her words startling him enough to let her go.

“You’re with The Order? What the hell did you break into my apartment for? I’ve done nothing wrong!”  He was angry at the order now; were they trying to kill him or something? Send someone to collect information on him? What the hell?

She doesn’t stand, staying in a more vulnerable position will probably keep her alive longer. Just to be safe she keeps her hands on her lap, just in case she needed to reach for a knife.

“I am Shivya Vdova, and I believe your roommate is the one who delivered my supplies behind the Vice earlier today. Seeing as you have both arms,” She says locking eyes, or rather eye, with the man.

“But I understand your reaction,” She says with a sour smile, looking up to meet his gaze. “Anyone would be on edge with the government bearing down on them, again. Especially after what the rumors said you endured.”

Shivya lets out a sigh, the heavy atmosphere making her uncomfortable. She stands and brushes some dirt from her dark pants. “Lets start over shall we?” She says extending a hand and smiling at the man in front of her.

“It wouldn’t serve them, only when tyranny ends we will disappear again.”

Kveto paused, the meaning behind her words startling him enough to let her go.

“You’re with The Order? What the hell did you break into my apartment for? I’ve done nothing wrong!”  He was angry at the order now; were they trying to kill him or something? Send someone to collect information on him? What the hell?

She doesn’t stand, staying in a more vulnerable position will probably keep her alive longer. Just to be safe she keeps her hands on her lap, just in case she needed to reach for a knife.

“I am Shivya Vdova, and I believe your roommate is the one who delivered my supplies behind the Vice earlier today. Seeing as you have both arms,” She says locking eyes, or rather eye, with the man.

“I can assure you, I mean you and your family no harm,“ she says struggling to make out the man straddling her. Its difficult to see most of his features in the darkness, but from what she can tell he wasn’t expecting a woman, and most never do anyway.

"But I must say, you’ve made quite the impression,” she says as she maneuvers a leg to wrap around the strangers hip and pull him closer. “I didn’t think our first meeting would take this kind of turn,” she says in a teasing voice as she smiles beneath her mask.

“Of course it’s a fucking woman.” Kveto grumbled under his breath, resisting the overpowering urge to get the fuck away from this weirdo. 

“What kind of person breaks into someone’s apartment and then tries to get out of trouble by behaving like this?” He spat, pulling himself away from the woman just enough that he wasn’t touching her with his body, but still had her pinned to the floor. “Are you some kind of prostitute??” The expression on his face was nothing short of disgusted. He’d had enough of women for the next year or so after what happened with that crazy bitch that bit off his fingers.

‘Fuck it,’ she thinks as she slowly opens the window and climbs inside.

Kveto was dimly aware of the fact that someone was opening his bedroom window, but didn’t immediately react. After all, Xena entered the apartment via the windows all the time, hence the fact that the window was unlocked in the first place. It was the lack of greeting that tipped Kveto off to the fact that the person entering his apartment wasn’t his daughter. He continued to feign sleep, listening closely. He could hear soft footsteps crossing the room, pass the foot of the bed, and begin approaching his bedroom door. What kind of idiot would be so careless as to not clear the room before entering? This person was going to pay dearly for thinking they could break into his apartment. As quickly as his tired body could manage Kveto was out of bed and tackling the intruder to the ground, pinning their arms so that they couldn’t possibly draw a weapon.

 "I can assure you, I mean you and your family no harm," she says struggling to make out the man straddling her. Its difficult to see most of his features in the darkness, but from what she can tell he wasn't expecting a woman, and most never do anyway. 

She keeps her distance, careful not to lose sight of her target. As she continues her pursuit she notices something odd about this persons appearance. Their right arm seemed to move in an… unnatural way. Shivya’s eyes trail down said arm and notices the lack of a hand at the end of the sleeve. ‘They’re missing part of they’re arm? Interesting…’

After some time the figure enters a large apartment building, and Shivya follows not too far behind. The figure heads directly for the stairs, and luckily for Shivya ignores the elevator completely. ‘That makes this easier,’ Shivya thinks as she catches the door to the stairwell just before it can close. Silently slipping into the stairwell, Shivya notice the footsteps making quick work of the stairs. Shivya looks up and watches the figure disappear from the platform on the fifth floor.

Quickly rushing up the stairs, Shivya pauses at the door before quietly opening it, just in time to watch her target disappear into a room at the end of the hall. She silently stalks down the hall and stands in front of the door. This is it, she’d found her supplier. She could knock and demand an explanation. But that would be too direct and likely draw some unwanted attention, which is the last thing The Order needs right now. She’d heard through the grape vine of an agents capture, subsequent torture, and their shocking release. More attention on any of their agents is the thing she wanted to avoid the most.

Shivya makes note of the apartment number and location, before leaving the same way she came. Soon Shivya is back in the streets once more, though not for long. She heads straight for the alley way, knowing most apartment buildings have fire escapes. ‘See you soon,’ Shivya thinks as she ascends the ladders.

Laz finally stepped inside the apartment and pushed the door shut behind himself with his foot. Home at last. With a great sigh of relief Laz shucked off his hoodie and tossed it onto the couch to be dealt with later. After a short walk down the hall he was at the door to Kveto’s room, which was slightly ajar. It looked like he was asleep, as far as Laz could tell, so the young man simply shut the door as quietly as he could and continued on to his bedroom. 

At the sound of his door clicking shut Kveto rolled onto his back in bed, giving up his act of feigning sleep for the time being. Pretending to be sleeping was the only way he was ever left alone for more than five minutes, after all. He supposed the drop went well if Laz came home alive, but guessed he would have to wait about ten minutes and see if anyone started pounding on the door to be completely sure he hadn’t been spotted. He could faintly hear Laz singing to himself down the hall, but couldn’t recognize the song. Outside the dull sound of passing traffic drifted up from the street below. It was almost calming now that he had been living here for so long, like white noise to help you fall asleep. He couldn’t deny that he was tired… maybe he really should get some rest. Kveto rolled back onto his side facing the door and pulled his blankets up tightly around his shoulders to keep out the chill.

After receiving a message from the Order that her deliver would be dropped off in a days time, no other details, no explanation. So here she sat, stating out the drop cite, waiting to see her supplier for the first time.  

‘If The Order wouldn’t give her answers, she’d get them herself,” Shivya thought as she continues to scan for anyone out of place. She sat there for some time before a shifty figure made its way towards the alley.

‘Could you be more obvious?’ she thought as she watched the figure repeatedly glance over they’re shoulder. They pause at the entrance to the alley, glancing around more before walking swiftly towards the dumpster. They glance around the dumper, searching, like they’ve never been here before. Finally after much searching they find the gap behind the dumpster. The pull a small package from they’re jacket and stuff it into the gap. Once the package is tucked safely away for later retrieval, the figure turns and quickly leaves the alley.

‘Lets see where you go,’ Shivya thinks as she drops off the roof and follows not far behind the mysterious figure.

Laz was so focused on getting back to the apartment that he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed…. truly a testament to why he was rarely given assignments. But… whatever. He kept his eyes pointed straight ahead as he kept up a brisk pace down the sidewalk, block after block passing rather quickly until the apartment building he called home loomed overhead like a great grey-brick monolith. He entered the lobby without so much as a backwards glance and began his journey up the stairs. He felt much safer now that he was indoors and let out a relieved sigh at being back in a familiar place.

She keeps her distance, careful not to lose sight of her target. As she continues her pursuit she notices something odd about this persons appearance. Their right arm seemed to move in an... unnatural way. Shivya’s eyes trail down said arm and notices the lack of a hand at the end of the sleeve. ‘They’re missing part of they’re arm? Interesting...’

After some time the figure enters a large apartment building, and Shivya follows not too far behind. The figure heads directly for the stairs, and luckily for Shivya ignores the elevator completely. ‘That makes this easier,’ Shivya thinks as she catches the door to the stairwell just before it can close. Silently slipping into the stairwell, Shivya notice the footsteps making quick work of the stairs. Shivya looks up and watches the figure disappear from the platform on the fifth floor.

Quickly rushing up the stairs, Shivya pauses at the door before quietly opening it, just in time to watch her target disappear into a room at the end of the hall. She silently stalks down the hall and stands in front of the door. This is it, she’d found her supplier. She could knock and demand an explanation. But that would be too direct and likely draw some unwanted attention, which is the last thing The Order needs right now. She’d heard through the grape vine of an agents capture, subsequent torture, and their shocking release. More attention on any of their agents is the thing she wanted to avoid the most. 

Alright… it’s just one more block until I can drop this stupid package and head home before someone sees me.

Laz really wasn’t used to taking care of supply drops like this, as he was usually just a messenger and clearly that was different. Delivering messages was much more inconspicuous and frankly, dropping packages always made him feel so nervous. He had no idea how Kveto could do this so nonchalantly all the damn time, but whatever…

As he drew nearer to the drop site he felt more and more on edge, like someone was watching him. One downside of the hood was that his peripheral vision was shit, but he guessed he had to stick to the whole “mysterious stranger” shtick The Order had going on.

It seemed pretty funny to him that the site ended up being an alley near the Pink Vice. As if that place didn’t already have some dubiously legal practices, right? He ducked into the alley after giving a quick scan of his surroundings and tucked the lockbox into a small gap in the brickwork of the building. 

There, that ought to do it. Now to get the hell home.

Shivya waited on the roof of the Pink Vice, her hood up and her mask pulled up, obscuring her features further. Shivya was curious as to why her delivery was so late. she had to improvise on several of her high profile missions. So safe to say she wanted answers.

After receiving a message from the Order that her deliver would be dropped off in a days time, no other details, no explanation. So here she sat, stating out the drop cite, waiting to see her supplier for the first time.  

‘If The Order wouldn’t give her answers, she’d get them herself,” Shivya thought as she continues to scan for anyone out of place. She sat there for some time before a shifty figure made its way towards the alley.

‘Could you be more obvious?’ she thought as she watched the figure repeatedly glance over they’re shoulder. They pause at the entrance to the alley, glancing around more before walking swiftly towards the dumpster. They glance around the dumper, searching, like they’ve never been here before. Finally after much searching they find the gap behind the dumpster. The pull a small package from they’re jacket and stuff it into the gap. Once the package is tucked safely away for later retrieval, the figure turns and quickly leaves the alley.