The night had come, it was time to plan the assault on the Brood. Or what would inevitably turn into an assault. Especially if Dirge came with her twisted friends. Which was more than likely.
So she had one of the meeting rooms setup. A white board had been found and rolled into the room with a rough outline of a warehouse. It wasn’t the same warehouse as before, that would just be fucking stupid. But one she looked for on her own, without the help from her Status among the underworld. She still felt that someone sold her out and that bugged the piss out of her. At some point, when the Brood was handled, she’d smoke the rat out and flay the skin from their bones. Slowly…painfully…dragging the pain out until they begged for death. But death wouldn’t be easy for them. Yeah…the Savage was a little ticked.
The Reeve sat in a chair at the front of the room, a little tense. This had to be done right, there was no room for error. They had Twist going with them, and nothing could happen to her. If Twist fell to the Brood or Dirge, Ale had a feeling she would face a worse fate at the hands of Asa. So they needed to be as careful as they could. But of course she knew, not everything could be planned for.
She was fairly casual in a white sheer button down shirt which was over a black tank top. And she still wasn’t completely healed from the last fight. The black, veiny wound still very visible. Though maybe the Savage wanted it that way, drive home the point that they were going up against formidable foes. Or maybe it was still a badge of honor for her. Whatever it was, she wasn’t saying.
A hand rubs her forehead as her mind plays worse case scenarios.
Let's do it! Time to take out the trash!*evil laugh*