Lucidus Magus - Agency Safehouse

[Valyrian Steel]

The Agency Safehouse, hidden underground under an old abandoned building in the middle of the city. Only Agency personnel know how to enter it.  

[Valyrian Steel]

It had been a long trip, though Ben was beginning to get used to the discomforts of constant travel. He had been under the radar for a while now, ever since the fight with Judith. It wasn't safe to be out in the open, now that there were others who knew of his identity, and his connection to the Agency. He approached the hidden entrance to the Lucidus safe house, after making sure that he wasn't followed. The entrance was in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in the lower districts on the city. He stopped at the entrance, and listened for a moment. After hearing nothing but his own heartbeats, he was satisfied that he was alone. He turned towards one of the walls of the basement, approached it, and muttered a few unintelligible incantations. For a moment, nothing happened. Then there was the soft sound of scraping rock, and suddenly there was an opening in the wall, that revealed a staircase. The staircase led him down into the Agency safe house.

He had much to do in Lucidus, and a few appointments waited for his arrival. The safe house was empty of agents, which didn't surprise Ben. He knew his agents well enough to know that they were out on jobs, furthering the Agency's influence. He was expressionless as he stopped at a cabinet in one of the armories. He normally traveled light, but there were a few things that he didnt have that might come in handy later that evening. He opened the large cabinet, which held a variety of weapons, spell books, lock picks, poisons, and disguises. He would have to make a trip back here later, and change disguises. The extra trip would be annoying, but necessary. He quickly changed into a nobles outfit, picking one that was wouldn't draw attention to himself, and draped a dark green hooded cloak around his shoulders. He then proceeded to arm himself with a few poisoned knives, and a large curved dagger at his waist.

Ben then hesitated, deciding against arming himself with a sword. The sword would draw more attention than he desired, and if worst came to worst, he always had his hidden blade in his mechanical arm to rely on. He closed the cabinet door, and made his way out of the safe house.

((Exit))

 

[Valyrian Steel]

Ben didn't waste time as he briskly made his way through the city, to the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the lower districts. He went into the basement, and before he closed the door to the basement behind him, he took out a vial of potent contact poison derived from a mixture of a few herbs from Armatus, as well as one from Ater Nox. The poison could be absorbed through the skin, and the effects would be instantaneous. First, paralysis, then pain throughout their upper body, which would intensify and spread to their lower body as well. The paralysis would last half a day before the target would recover. Ben couldn't afford to be careless, not when Aes was on ts way to sack the city. He didnt have a clear idea as to what would happen when aes got here, or what they planned to do, but whatever it was, it couldnt be good.

He finished coating the door handle with the odorless poison, and then closed it behind him without touching the handle. He stopped and listened for a moment for any sign of being followed. After a few moments, satisfied, he made his way to the secret entrance, muttered a few indistinguishable phrases in an unknown language, and entered the safehouse. Once inside, he wasted no time gathering valuable items that couldn't be easily replaced, such as his longsword made of a rare metal that made it more durable and sharper than steel, as well as books of intel gathered while in Lucidus.

He abandoned his Noble outfit, replacing it with a set of gray and black leather armor. The leather armor was what an Assassin of the Agency would wear during a mission. It helped hide them better in the darkness, and its light weight enabled more flexibility and speed, which could be the difference between life and death. He strapped his longsword to his back, and filled all the pouches on his waist and chest with the rarer poisons in the safe house. He knew his agents would be already on their way to clear out this safehouse, but Ben was always faster than his agents, and didn't trust them with his possessions. He knew, however, that they would clear the safehouse of anything that might lead an enemy to the discovery of the Agency.

The world wasn't yet ready for the existence of the Agency to become public knowledge.

Last but not least, he donned his a black leather hood, as well as a mask that hid the bottom half of his face. The Thief would have to wait, or perhaps he still had time to meet with the one called Damian. He weighed his options in his mind as he laced up his boots, before making a decision.

"It's always a gamble." He muttered to himself.

((Exit))