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A couple hours had passed by now, around six if one had to be precise, ever since the moment the assassin had managed to infiltrate that huge atlesian ship, hiding away inside the cargo hold, unnoticed along the many other boxes it carried. That load, however, by chance or his own luck, had the valuable mark of the Schnee Dust Company. And, by the amount of staff it brought along, the contents must've been quite valuable - thus, judging the appearance of such personnel, quite stolen as well.
Oh right, you must be wondering - How exactly had Mercury Black, one of the three known responsible people for the effective execution of the Fall of Beacon, had gotten mixed in such a sketchy situation? He was no stranger to these kinds of circumstances, mind you, but most of the time, he was the one in control, not hiding away, like a rat in a wall...
Well, it turns out that the guilt of watching a whole city burn to the ground, by ones own actions, could really mess with someone's head. That is, to the point of questioning the purpose of such a mission, and their own sanity for completing it.
However, he had no time to finish that train of thought, for the sudden sounds of panicked voices coming from above reached his ears, and broke it by the tracks it was riding along. Taking a moment to focus back on his current objective, he concentrated more accurately on listening to the cries coming from the main deck. Mixed with the commotion, Mercury faintly captured other sounds that definitely weren't human, nor did they belong to the machinery.
"Grimm ! There's Grimm on board !"
Of course, he knew he couldn't escape from Cinder and her associate that easily. It was bound to happen sometime, which was exactly why he had picked a somewhat populated ship, not that there was much to choose from. He could easily use them to fend off most of the Grimm, and if by chance they died, which they eventually would, it would be a lot easier for him to take-over. He didn't feel guilty, for these were clearly ill-intentioned mercenaries. One could easily tell by experience of working with such folk before.
So he waited.. one minute.. two minutes.. three minutes passed.. and, finally, as the screams and yells lessened in quantity, he jumped out of his hiding spot, quickly, and moved by instinct, made his way to the main deck.
What he found there, was gut wrenching by a normal person's standard. Blood all over the floor, bodies spread all along the deck, and only a couple of Grimm left that were busy taking out the few that were still standing. From what he could hear, those dark evil creatures didn't only finish most of the people on board, but also made sure that the ship wouldn't take off again.
Ignoring whatever ruckus was happening, Mercury withdrew to the ship's cockpit, that was being occupied by a semi-panicked pilot. The person in question only managed a half-hearted scream when he turned around, before a foot immediately connected with his jaw, possibly breaking it by the sheer impact. With no remorse, the assassin threw his body out of the room, and took control of the ship itself.
The only way he would survive this predicament, would be by killing whoever was left on the main deck, as well as the Grimm that stuck to the ship, and create a scene convincing enough in the process that would make his hunters stop the persue.. at least for a while.
So, the assassin got ahold of the ship's control wheel, and, with a deep breath, he steered the aircraft slightly torwards the ground below.
"You've got this Merc, it's only a crash landing, you've done this before..."
And now? He prayed.
