Through the Dragon's Eyes

Chapter Eight || To No End

Silence.

Darkness.

That's all the night was. It was somewhat blissful as your mind was not assaulted by the nightmare that's been haunting you. Now, since you've had a moments rest from it, you can't help but think about it. Why it has repeated. What it could mean. You can't be so sure that it's over. One night does not guarantee it won't return. Regardless, at least you obtained a few hours of sleep.

You lie staring at the ceiling. It is rather ornate with old, faded paintings. Cherubs, clouds and a few other angels staring blankly into space, their eyes void of color. Small cracks are visible across their faces and bodies, other areas look as though the paint is nearly gone altogether, whatever life it had before sucked into the darkness now calling it home.

The daylight fights to reach into the room, crawling out from the borders of the drawn curtains. Ever since you returned from your mission to track down and make contact with Cole Cassidy a few days ago, you've had nothing but more questions bouncing around your head. Even the sunlight distracted you from your thoughts.

Your mind wanders back to your return. Reaper had called you in for a report that night, where you found yourself once again sitting across from him at the large conference table, his foreboding glare piercing right into you as you recounted the events for him.

"As I expected." He said, a low grumble to his tone that was replaced not long after with a small, grainy chuckle.

"So be it."

He had been tapping his metal claws upon the tabletop, each tap prodding further and further under your skin. It came to a stop only once he rose from his chair.

"Sombra is tracking him as we speak. We will update you once we know where he is headed. You are to intercept him. If he leaves the country, we no longer have any ability to go after him. At least, not legally. If you fuck this up, there's no telling how much time we will lose. Is that understood?"

You nodded. He walked over to you slowly, arms at his side yet the tension obvious and suffocating.

"I need vocal confirmation, Shimada. Do. You. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." You replied, monotonously, once again meeting a gaze that looked down upon you.

"Good." Reaper replied. "Wait for my call."

Then, without another word, he left the room.

You are due to engage within the next day or so, yet this time, it'll be with lethal intent. Sombra already has his location. It was easy for her to track him through cameras and transport itinerary, despite Cassidy not even using his real name. In fact, you don't doubt she's the reason why they knew who you are and were the ones to finally come after you.

Never mind that now. You must focus for the next task, as it will be your last before you're done here.

Shifting to sit up, you position yourself on your knees upon the bed, closing your eyes. Once again, you go through the plan in your head just as you've been doing for the past several days. Tracking him won't be much of an issue this time. You'll stay hidden. Wait for the opportune moment. One strike is all that's necessary. One strike and you get back what's rightfully yours.

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A loud train horn cuts through the air, though muted through the walls where you hide. Electronic whirring signals the hovering vehicle's ascent on its track, the rumble hardly noticeable. It's a very early train, so there's barely anyone aboard at this hour. You were dropped off once the wraith gave the word. You sit in darkness, the hooded cloak Reaper gave to you before your first mission concealing your form within the small storage area of your choosing. You have about an hour and a half to finish the job before the train docks at its destination. A port at the other side of the country.