Target- The remains of Mister Charles.
Location- A cave Network to the west, in the Badlands.
Ada was caught off guard when she next read the job board. Mister Charlesā¦ dead? Though he had been absent a bit longer than usual, she had not expected something this drastic. What shocked her even more was the name that came after. It was no great leap to think that Gretch was involved, but the name āMiss Globeā was all too familiar. It was a few jobs ago, when she was getting a rifle. She had fought the woman, but incapacitated her instead of killing her. Could it be that the woman was now after the White Group with Gretch? If so, it would be a direct consequence of Adaās actions. Could she have prevented this?
Ada stood before the board for a moment, trying to organize her thoughts. It was hard to believe that this Ochillian woman, Miss Globe, would take a defeat so hard as to come after the White Group, or more specifically, after Ada. Suddenly, a thought popped into Adaās mind, troubling her further. She turned from the board and began to search for Alexander.
After a bit of looking, she found him. With little regard for what he was doing, Ada bluntly asked, āWas the Ochillian woman who held you hostage known as Miss Globe?" Though the question sounded strained, as if she was holding in anger, her face remained an emotionless mask.
"Yea, that's her name. And just a word of advice. If you think you're going to be captured. Chomp down on a bullet," Alexander answered.
Not wanting, or needing, to take any more of his time, Ada returned to the job board. It seemed this Miss Globe really was after the White Group, and Ada was the reason. The woman was behind both the murder of the White Group informant, and Alexanderās capture. Ada knew she would have to go after the woman. It was her responsibility for not killing her in the first place.
However, even with this knowledge, she had to admit that she would have made the same choice. It was not in Ada to kill when it was not necessary, and the woman had only been doing her job at the time. Now it was Adaās duty to kill Miss Globe, and Gretch if the opportunity arose, to avenge Mister Charles.
Reading the jobs with only half her mind, she soon saw the mission to retrieve Mister Charles. She read half of it before she realized what she was reading. She pulled it down and reread it more carefully. She immediately sought out James for details on the location, and was interested in his brief recounting of how he escaped. The extra exit could come in handy.
She quickly gathered supplies, including a spare horse and a light, two-wheel cart to carry the simple casket, and set out. Something else was troubling her, however. She delayed starting the mission for a couple days and headed to Farpoint. She began asking around about the Lion-Heart Mercenaries. It was not long before she found out about the demise of the entire group, and the news was staggering. Though she had made every effort to keep from being associated with them, she still had killed them all. There was only one woman who could have done it, and only one way to avenge them. She would kill Miss Globe, and make at least that amend to the Lion-Hearts.
She quickly left Farpoint, and was able to keep a good pace for some time across the Flats. The sun beat down overhead, but Ada took little notice of it. Soon the badlands came into view, with their many peaks and canyons that suddenly sprang up before her. It was not long before she entered the shadow of a tall mesa at the entrance of a large canyon, stopping to allow the horse to rest before they would continue.
Suddenly, she heard something from deeper in the canyon. She peeked around the rock to see a group of Tribals. She could make out some mumbled curses as they slowly made their way through and eventually up a small path. Several times, she heard the name āGretchā and something about an army. However, despite all the swearing, Ada could not tell whether the men were going to join him, or merely mocking him. She kept herself carefully out of sight and returned to the horse to keep it quiet until the men were long gone. She did not want a confrontation with a bunch of insane Tribals now. She would take it if it came, but she would not go looking for a fight.
Finally, the men were gone, and Ada continued through the canyon. She led the horse instead of sitting in the cart, hoping it would be quieter that way, and not as rough over the uneven ground. She followed Jamesā directions carefully, but still had to backtrack a couple times. Soon, she was close to the caves. Ada hid the horse and cart a bit away from the caves, not wanting to be seen if anyone was still there. When she secured the horse, she continued the rest of the distance to the destination.
She highly suspected Gretch would not just leave Mister Charlesā body unguarded. The brute would suspect that the White Group would be loath to leave Mister Charles to rot in some cave. Ada was cautious as she checked the area, soon finding the spot where Gretchās men camped. Ada carefully examined the ground, noting that the numbers could have been nearer to a hundred than to fifty by the time they headed out further west. Gretch was quickly gathering men. However, there was no sign of anyone currently there.
Ada cautiously proceeded into the caves themselves, still wary. Though she had steeled herself, seeing Mister Charlesā burned corpse was still gruesome. She stood for a moment, sealing her emotions so she could do her duty. Though Ada felt a cold rage building, she detached herself from it. Anger would not help her to make logical decisions now. She began the work of releasing him from what was left of the chair, working methodically.
Abruptly, she heard a sound behind her. Ada stood and turned, not surprised when she saw Miss Globe approaching, weapon drawn. The smirk on her face said that she had wanted Ada to hear her approaching.
āAdalin Nyx, I knew theyād have to send someone but I didnāt think Iād be lucky enough to see you so soon.ā
āDo not count yourself lucky. You owe a blood debt and you will not leave alive,ā Ada said calmly, no doubt in her voice.
Ada drew her own blade, watching the woman closely and waiting for her to make a move. She heard a slight scuff on the sand behind her and whirled to see a man throwing a knife. Ada quickly dodged, knocking the blade away with her sword. A metallic clang resounded in the cave, along with the manās swearing. Ada covered the space between them before he could react. His curses abruptly cut off as Adaās blade plunged up through his diaphragm.
Ada withdrew her blade and allowed the man to drop to the floor, turning slowly as the rest of Globeās rats crawled from their hiding places. āMurderers, all of them,ā Ada thought, disgust plain on her face. She slowly backed nearer to the wall, attempting to protect her back, though she did not like it. Globe just stood back, a smug look on her face.
āDonāt kill her! Just... maim her. Sheās to be mine.ā
Ada watched Globe out of the corner of her eye as the remaining four members of the womanās group draw closer, each with a sword, dagger, or blunt weapon. They all looked like unintelligent grunts, but Ada knew better than to underestimate any of them. They obviously thought she would be easy to take down, and would pay for that dearly. Ada knew there may be more grunts somewhere out of sight, and kept her guard up.
Suddenly, a man with a short sword lunged. Ada easily dodged the blow, forcefully kicking him aside before hastily meeting blades with another of them. She exchanged a couple blows in quick succession before noticing another large man with a crude, spiked cudgel attempting to land a blow from behind. She ducked under the swordsmanās next blow, slashing at him and placing him between her and the club bearer as the brute swung. He hit the swordsmanās shoulder with the sound of ripping flesh and an angry bellow from the both of them. Though the men bellowed, shouted, and cursed, Ada was completely silent as she fought.
She turned to face the next man, as he levered a pistol at her. She rolled out of the way, causing him to miss. She heard Globeās cruel laugh. It only served to intensify Adaās desire to kill the woman, and she snapped back to her feet, lunging at the swordsman. He raised his blade, a fraction too late to protect himself fully from Adaās superior speed. Her blade found his throat as his sword slashed her side, making a deep gash. A look of surprise appeared on his face as blood began to gush from the hole in his throat.
Most of these men were bigger than Ada was, but her strength and speed were more than one would expect by her frame. Now, she was out to kill, and each move was deadly and merciless, and meant to inflict killing damage. With a Guardian of Hope, even a former one, that meant almost certain death.
Ada whirled on the remaining three, watching as they again attempted to surround her. She gripped her wound for a moment as she forced the pain back in her mind, temporarily banishing it to the same place as her emotions. Smirking darkly, she stuck the tip of her sword in the sand at her feet and whipped it up, slinging it in the cudgel-bearerās eyes and causing the others to flinch. That moment was all she needed. In an instant, she was at the manās side. He managed to block the first two blows, but could not keep his gritty eyes open. In that moment, she slashed his stomach and he groaned in pain, crumpling to his knees.
Ada turned to face the last two, and she could see the fear in their eyes. She kept Globe in her line of vision, but the woman seemed content to allow Ada to slaughter her men. The man with the gun was aiming once more, having reloaded it. Ada charged before he could get his aim, expecting to plunge her sword through him. However, the man with the short sword lunged in front of him, blocking Adaās blade with a surprising speed. Ada faintly saw a resemblance between the two, and wondered in the back of her mind if they were related.
Her sword clashed with the manās with a slight screech, the force of the impact almost causing him to lose his footing. She jumped back, carefully watching the pistol man. Apparently, he had shot and missed, and he was now loading again. That was rather tricky with his New World weapon, so Ada had a bit of time. She had to make use of it.
She circled the remaining swordsman, watching for an opening. He lunged at her, but she parried the blow, using the opening she created to slash his left shoulder almost to the bone. She whirled again to face him, watching rage build on his features. He lunged again, raining blows on her harder than she expected. She blocked them with some effort, but knew he would not defeat her with this. She endeavored to keep the man between her and the man with a pistol, hoping that would prevent him from firing.
Finally, she heard a sickening crunch as the manās blade snapped off, unable to take the hard blows on Adaās Old World sword. He jumped back, but not before Ada landed a blow to the side of his thigh. He clutched it, his eyes flickering to the other man.
Ada turned her attention toward him again as he aimed and pulled the trigger. She leapt to the side, but was grazed just above her elbow. She used her momentum and lunged toward the gunman, who backed away. He knew he would not escape her, and closed his eyes calmly as she plunged her blade through his chest.
The swordsman screamed in rage, but the gunman was dead before he hit the floor. The swordsman jumped up and charged, still yelling, but Ada deftly stepped to the side, sweeping her blade at his legs and cutting deep into one ankle. As he fell, she pulled her sword back, deepening the cut. He hit the ground hard with a scream of pain. Ada met Miss Globeās loathing glare as she stabbed her blade through his neck, silencing him.
Blood covered Ada, her blood mixing with that of the men. She walked toward the Ochillian woman, a cold, pitiless look in her eye. Miss Globe was still confident she could beat the ex-Guardian, the woman who she had pursued because of an ornamental rifle. Ada cared little; she would dispatch the woman with the same fervor with which she had slain her cronies.
Miss globe felt almost giddy with anticipation of the coming the fight. She felt stronger and faster than she ever had in her life and knew this encounter could only end in the death of Adalin Nyx. Still she couldnāt resist goading the assassin.
āI watched him, Charles, as he burned and screamed. I used to think people like Gretch were worthy only of scorn, thought them honourless curs. Now I see my error, it really wasnāt that bad, honour is how the weak control the strong. Youād know all about that coming from your orphan cradle in Hope...ā
Ada cut off Miss Globeās words with a precise lunge, starting their fight. They were almost as evenly matched as before, but this time, Ada was out to kill. She began to gain the advantage, not holding anything back. This time, her intent was to kill, not incapacitate, and she could feel Miss Globeās surprise at the change. Ada slashed and ducked, parrying blows and trying to find a good opening. However, despite Globeās lesser strength, the Ochillian woman was slightly faster.
Ada managed to knock Globeās blade aside for a moment, and aimed her blade for the womanās throat. Globe managed to knock the attack aside, but Adaās blade lodged itself into her flesh, just above her collarbone before Ada jerked it up and out. Globe lost some of the mobility of her left arm, but lost none of her fury.
The woman unexpectedly kicked low and fast at Adaās legs, making her lose some of her balance as she jumped back. Globe then slashed at Adaās face, taking advantage of her weak stance. Instead of plunging her rapier through Adaās eye, Ada managed to dodge slightly and a shallow cut appeared under her left eye. She stumbled back for a second before leaning forward and pushing a leg behind her to regain her balance.
When Miss Globe lunged forward again, Ada was ready, and met her blade with a sharp clang. Ada grimaced slightly as the pain in her side intensified for a moment, but she did not allow herself to be slowed. Slow meant death and she would not die without taking the Ochillian with her.
Both Ada and the woman jumped back, and Ada took the short moment to catch her breath. She was coming to the limit of her endurance, and would have to end this quickly. She remembered how easy it was to get the Ochillian riled, and how easily the woman forgot herself in rage. At the same time, Ada remembered the last thing she had said to the woman.
Without allowing any emotion on her face she straightened. She allowed a small smirk, saying in a bored tone, āWhat an enjoyable fight, Miss Globe. You are still not living up to my expectations though."
The womanās angry response was immediate, but would ultimately be her downfall. Ada readied herself as the woman charged with all the ferocity and curses that Ada remembered. However, this time, instead of beating Ada back easily with her rage-filled blows, Ada was holding her ground for the most part. Globe began to tire slightly, and that was all it took. Ada began driving the small woman back, but this served to infuriate the woman more. She managed to slash Ada a couple more times, but never inflicted any real damage. However, Adaās smirk only grew.
Finally, the Ochillian discovered why as she found her foot caught. She blacked out for a second, almost instantly regaining consciousness to find her hand gone, still attached to her sword a few feet away. Ada had her other arm pinned to the ground with a heel, and planted a knee on the womanās chest as she laid her blade across Globeās throat.
āKilling for your own convenience, your own pleasure, is despicable. Now you pay the price,ā Ada said, an oddly calm tone to her voice. She cut off any last words Globe might have had, slashing her throat. It was too easy a death for such a woman, but Ada would not stoop to her level of indulging in torture. There was no justice in that.
She wiped her blade on the womanās dirty blouse before sheathing it. She left her corpse lying in the corner, turning her attention back to Mister Charlesā remains. She pulled a thick roll of linen from her pack, and laid out his body, gently wrapping it. She carried the linen-wrapped corpse, sparing no other thought for the bodies she was leaving behind. They deserved no burial and no respect.
She quickly came back to the horse, which started at her arrival. Ada gently placed Mister Charles body in the casket, shutting the lid. She stopped a moment to say a short prayer for the dead, before tending to her own injuries. She managed to stop most the bleeding in her side, but still forced herself to rest for a while.
Soon, she mounted the cart and started out of the canyon, leaving the caves behind. Fortunately, she encountered no one on her way out of the badlands, though she would not have been surprised if some Tribals had seen her. She did not try to be silent, instead, focusing on getting back to the flatlands. She did not really care if Gretch found out about her and began coming after her. In fact, she welcomed it. However, nothing happened.
Finally, she emerged into the evening sun, taking a moment to observe the landscape before her and check for anyone following. Over the next few hours, she made sure to conceal the carts tracks and lose any possible pursuers. Ada went to the arranged burial place, finding Puck there. He immediately went to notify the others, but as soon as Jenner and James arrived, Ada left.
She had never believed funerals were necessary. In Hope, she was taught to ālet the dead bury the dead.ā Guardians, and those training to be a Guardian, left burial to gravediggers, and a deceased Guardian, no matter how important in life, was buried simply and without ceremony.
She wandered for a while on the pretense of making sure she had no pursuers, and did not return to the Workshop to deliver her information until well after the moon had risen.