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While sorting through the memories she had pilfered, most of which was garbage, useless personal information, Kestra almost didn't notice Gurzil's thoughts change. She found herself wishing she hadn't as curiosity quickly gave way to unremitting shock and fear as the gruesome images began to play. She'd always known that the daemons could commit unbelievable acts of atrocity of torture and rape, but this was something else entirely. It was a new level of depravity and evil that she had never even though possible, yet here it was, being played out to her like a movie. Desperate to stop the terrible images she did something radical, reaching within her own mind she took a random memory and began forcing it upon Gurzil's mind. The action would be like an alarm tripping off, betraying the spectral thief, it would be impossible not to notice her now. As the memory she was aggressively pushing into his brain what began was... strange.

The memory was of a white walled room with a table was at its center, she was seated at the table and she was not alone, man in a white lab coat sat at the other side. In the man's hands were a clipboard and pencil, an audio recorder sat on the table in front of him, the depressed record button indicating it was doing thus. She looked down, her arms were securely locked to the arms of the chair by shiny steel bands, hands writhed and squirmed as she tried to free herself. A sharp click made her freeze, then she slowly looked up, the man was holding a small metallic device in his hands. He put it down on the table and made a note on his clip board, when he was done he looked back up at her, saying nothing, just starring at her. Suddenly he spoke,

"Kestra?" his voice started to echo, twist and distort, the view began to waver and shake before suddenly snapping back into focus. He reached for and moved the metallic device to the center of the table then pulled back and said, "Kestra. Can you make that click?" he said and used his pencil to point at the metallic device on the desk. Kestra focused on the device, apparently studying it, after a short stretch of silence she spoke,

"I could..." her voice hollow, devoid of emotion. The response made the man arch his eyebrows,

"Could?" he said, asking as thought it were a question. Kestra looked back up at the man, who stared intently at her, the image suddenly warped again and one of Kestra's hands rose into view, covered in blood and shaking violently. The image lasted a second or so before everything went back to "normal", Kestra looked down at her hands, she clenched and unclenched them several times. Without looking up she said,

"If my hands weren't... restrained... I could make it click." and looked back up at the man again whose facial expression was one of disappointment. He set down his clipboard and pencil, steeped his hands and sat back in his chair, eyes still firmly locked with Kestra's. In the uncomfortable silence Kestra squirmed in her chair, the restraints cut off the circulation her hands and she couldn't stand the numb feeling. The man noticed this, cocked his head to the side and said,

"Kestra... I know you can make that click." his voice was low and a hint of danger tinged his speech. He leaned forward, his elbows struck the table hard and the noise made Kestra jump and ceased her fidgeting, the two stared at each other. After another short stretch of silence the man leaned back and sighed, "I see that you are not up to it today... Perhaps some time in Isolation will make you more... eager." he said and stood up, he made some signal and a door that had not been there before opened. Now Kestra began to panic, she knew what he meant and she'd be damned if she went there, to that cold, dark hole. She looked back to the device, still sitting on the table, and she began to reach for it, forced her arm further into the restraint, cold steel biting into her soft flesh. While she was doing this two burly figures stepped into the room, each in identical white uniforms, masks concealed their faces.

She grunted and hissed as she tried to force her arm further, but it would go no further, on the verge of tears she still kept trying to reach the little device. One the men placed a hand on her shoulder and something happened, suddenly little device began to shake and rattle, everyone, except Kestra, stopped what they were doing and stared.The shaking became more and more violent until the little device quite suddenly imploded, bits of metal skittered across and off the table. The man who had been sitting with her stared at her, then the hovering mass of crushed metal, then he smiled and the memory went blank.

Meanwhile...

Kestra was desperate now to escape the confines of Gurzil's mind and quickly began looking about for somewhere, anywhere that wasn't here. She found her escape in the form of Esabel, the panicked and conscious girl sitting in the corner. Latching onto the girls mind Kestra made the jump, leaving Gurzil, and her unpleasant memory, behind to take refuge within the girl's mind. Her intrusion into Esabel's mind wasn't a subtle one though, it was violent and quick, like a smack to the head rather than the tap on the shoulder.

It's not everyday you get to take on a job that has you trying to enter into a stronghold, much could be said about how well it was defended or could have been defended against certain assailants, pity the guards were relaxed not expecting any trouble thought Wulfric as he approached carefully to the walls of the infamous fortress of Nun, for him it seemed like his jobs called for bloodshed so it was rather curious for him to have been given a job for a retrieval mission, the middleman that regularly gave him his contracts was insistant about taking this job, saying the money was good for the time given to acquire a certain individual from the Master of the fortress. mattered little to him as far as he was concerned it just meant this job would be done sooner than later and be on his way to another job or whatever happened to catch his attention at the time. The job called for him to retrieve a certain individual name Esabel, well simple enough he thought not his norm but it paid so who cares. Wulfric glanced over to the entrance of the fortress surprisingly the guards were standing in groups talking amongst themselves. shaking his head in disapproval Wulfric decided to take a different approach want started walking towards the doors. As he got closer he noted that no one seemed to take notice of his presence and soon enough found himself inside.

After he took a moment to look around Wulfric made his way to the bed chambers of the master and his target, most inside were either to lazy to notice that he didn't belong there or were sound asleep, and didn't take him as long as he thought to find the room. taking a quick glance behind him to make sure no one was around Wulfric checked the door and found it was unlocked grinning he carefully opened the door and snuck inside doing well to keep the door partially open so that he could make a quick escape before anyone knew what happened. Wuflric moved towards the bed and found his target and sure enough esabel shifted just enough to allow him to carry her out. carefully picking up esabel he couldn't help but have a smirk on his face she was sound asleep she hadn't stirred once while he picked her up, and soon made his way back to the exit.

A Wuflric left the room and closed the door he heard someone behind him, not wanting any trouble a dagger appeared from his sleeves and threw it at the guard who was closing, the blade hit him hard and fell without making too much noise. Wulfric collected the dagger and rushed through the halls to the entrance as swiftly as he could hoping his target wouldn't wake until he was clear of this place, not leaving anything to chance he picked up the pace and didn't care much that guards were taking notice of his presence as well as the fact that he was carrying esabel... Wuflric's mood was getting sour as more and more guards tried to get him to stop, it was obvious he had been found out and his hand stayed very close the the grip of his pistol.

Sometime had passed and he had managed to get out quickly the guards inside hadn't alerted those outside of his presence so they were semi unaware of what he was doing, a few pausing to see him carrying someone and returning to their conversation was all he got out of the guards outside and disappeared with little trouble.