Kursha leaned over his war table, his furrowed brow the only hint of expression on his face as he examined its contents: documents, photographs, names, addresses, maps... He drummed his fingers against the edge of the table, as he scrutinised a particular piece of evidence. After a few seconds his mouth tightened. He yanked out one of the knives embedded in the corner, and raised it high to...
A faint knock echoed down the hall. Kursha paused, listening. He might have imagined it. The solitude of his hive could play tricks on his senses. But there it came again, followed by a voice.
“Tch.” Kursha hurled the knife back into the table. It struck the wood with a thud and wobbled vigorously. Grabbing his gun, the greenblood strode out of the room and down the hall towards the entrance.
About a minute after Flydra's first knock, the massive door shifted on its hinges and rumbled open. Kursha appeared behind it, rifle in one hand, the muzzle pointed towards the ground. He appraised the tealblood with a look surprise.
“Oh, it's you,” he said after a moment. The tealblood had shown up at his hive once before, though she had been a lot younger. It took a moment for him to recognise her. His eyes lingered on the metallic prosthetic protruding from her sleeve.
“You know you can just come on in,” Kursha continued.
“Big hive. I almost didn't hear you. You'll wanna use the side door though. Unless you like the idea of wearing nails in your skull.” He flashed the tealblood a sharp grin, and leaned against the still closed door.
“So, what can I do for you, Fl...?” His voice trailed. Feigning ignorance, he waited for the tealblood to give her name again. He remembered it from their first meeting, but she didn't know that.
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