Cetus looked down at the bag. They were standing in front of the largest, most protected bank in all of the capital and their employer had handed them a drill. A fucking drill. What the hell were they supposed to do with that? Drill a hole in the massive wards. Cetus crouched down to rummage through the bag. There were masks here too. Cetus pinched the bridge of his nose. They were dark mages. Why would they need masks? Still, might as well try this. The newfound strength from the White Court was flowing through his being now. While he didn't yet have access to the White Emperor's power, they hadn't started him low on the totem pole either so to speak. He wanted to test himself here.
Cetus fitted one of the masks over the one he already wore. The effect transformed his face into a grinning monster with sharp teeth. The reflection he saw in a nearby puddle made the dark mage rather proud. He pushed himself to his feet, the dark leather sheathing his body creaking with the movement. Cetus had decided to cover himself from head to toe, though his arms were bare. No need to cover his best weapon. There were a few bodies laying about the capital alleys. Those gangsters had kindly provided the magic gun strapped to Cetus' waist and the array of knives he wore upon the front of his outfit. "Shall we then?" He asked his companion. This one was provided by their employer. Cetus planned to dispose of him before the job was over. The other two would be coming from Nightmare. The shark man wasn't sure about either of them. He'd barely spent any time in the guild hall and didn't know anyone in Nightmare really.
"Shouldn't we wait for the others?" The man asked fitting a mask over his face. He was clutching his gun nervously. Cetus would have laughed if he was prone to humor. He could have said boo and the thief would have pissed himself. There was no place for him on this job. This man would only cause them trouble. Cetus smiled wide, pulling the bottom half of his mask down to show his pointed teeth. "They'll be here on time." Cetus grabbed the man by the throat. The theif's eyes bugged out. He struggled, clawing at Cetus' arm. The shark man altered the dentils on his palm, pointing them all down. His golden eyes peered heartlessly into the eyes of the thief. "You should have stayed home." A vicious downward jerk tore out the man's throat. Cetus made a quick two step to avoid the blood spray. Cetus looked around to see if his guildmates had arrived. If they hadn't, the shark man pulled out a knife and a gun, steeling himself to enter the bank alone.
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