Snippet #2714163

Whispers, that was the response to the lady that wandered into the meeting spot. Was this some kind of joke? Some random person found and deciphered the coordinates? Everything was gathering quizzical stares from far away.

The whispers of the ruins, the silence of her surroundings, all of it was overbearing.

"I'll bite." The individual who posted the listing said to no one in particular, the words spoken in a native tongue, there was a few looks of protest, but the decision was made.

The crunch of gravel started to fill the silent air, a single black SUV could be seen to the east, slowly crawling through the dense undergrowth.

It came to a stop thirty feet from the strange woman.

Brakes squealed slightly, and the distinct sound of a boxer engine could be heard coming from within the SUV.

It's windows were completely blacked out, and even the windshield was tinted dark enough as to obscure the occupants inside.

The passenger door opened, and a long feminine leg touched the ground, followed by a second. It was a woman, with dark hair that bore an ever so slight violet tinge. Her build was muscular, yet lithe, and she moved with an unnatural strength. Her eyes were covered by reflective glasses, that bore a purple tint, and glinted in the sunlight.

She was clothed in all black from head to toe, tactical gear and a rather elegant looking bullpup slung across her back.

Moving to the rear passenger door, she pulled it open with a thunk, and a young man slowly stepped out. He looked to be in his mid twenties, well groomed, like someone who hadn't seen any combat, any hardship, someone sequestered in luxury.

He wore a black suit, and trendy black blazer, a single gold chain hung loosely from around his neck, and clasped to his right side was an odd sword's hilt. It was wooden, ornately carved with three red gems in the pommel.

No words were exchanged between the woman and the man, he simply nodded and the woman stood besides the open door, making no other moves.

But the unnatural appearance of her face and body was likely somewhat unsettling.

Gravel crunched under what appeared to be designer dress shoes, and the man said nothing as he walked, sizing the odd woman up.