Oriphiel

Slowing down, Jessica taps Albany's injured chest with the back of her hand, bringing her to a stop. "Hey. Check it out," she says, nodding towards the man ahead.

Wincing as she's struck, Albany raises a hand to nurse her wounds. "What? It's just some guy."

"A guy in a trenchcoat," corrects Jessica, lowering her voice as she follows after him. "And not to mention with a fucking briefcase. Last charge of my stim pipe says that he's got some nice fucking shit in there."

Sighing, Jessica keeps up with her. "Yeah? So?"

"So, let's follow him. Maybe make his nice shit our nice shit."

Albany laughs, still applying pressure to her bloody injuries. "What, bleeding to death isn't exciting enough for you? Come on, Jess. We should just call it a night. Check in with the sawbones, like you said."

"Fuck that. I don't know about you, but I feel fine. Really. And I'm not gonna pass up an opportunity for fun shit just 'cause of a little blood. Hell, we've taken way worse beatings than this, and pulled through just fine."

Narrowing her gaze, Albany looks down at a gash across Jessica's stomach. "I think I can see your intestines."

"So? Not like they're shy. Anyway, I'm gonna go find out what's in that briefcase. You can do whatever. Alright?" Saying that, she quickens her pace towards the man as he stops and kneels to lace one of his shoes, setting his case down to his side.

Albany puts a hand on Jessica's shoulder. "Wait. Let's just..."

Jessica brushes her hand away. "Don't worry. There and gone. It'll be fine."

Approaching the man just as he finishes tying his shoe and reaches for his charge, Jessica kicks him square in the spine, sending him sprawling forward into a puddle of runoff. Grabbing the briefcase, Jessica sprints back the way she came, running past Albany with a wild smile across her face. "Like I said, there and gone!"

Sighing, Albany turns and sets off after her.

"Wait!" calls the man, scrambling to his feet.

Though not even remotely intending to oblige him, Albany can't help but steal a glance back, expecting to see the sheen of a gun or crossbow breaking out from under his coat. Instead, the man is simply raising an empty hand, as if reaching out to her. All at once, the edges of her vision begin to burn and tear, as if reality had become little more than a warping film reel. Before long, she is completely blinded. Even without a weapon, the man is obviously far from helpless. Perhaps, just like the Rose sisters, he has an ability of his own.

Clearing her mind, Albany pulls in a deep breath and holds it.

When she exhales, she has caught up to Jessica, a headache coming on as her brain ceases rolling in her skull. Her vision is restored, although the world now seems to be made of a constantly jittering fuzz.

"You alright?" asks Jessica with a laugh, glancing back at her.

Nursing her head, Albany nods lightly. "Yeah. The guy hit me with something. Some kinda power, I think. Blinded me. Had to use my speed to get away."

"Really? Huh. Figured him more for the gun type. But, whatever. Doesn't really matter what sort of juice he's got. We've got his shit, and we're home free."

"Sure," mutters Albany.

Reaching an abandoned building on the outskirts, the two sisters duck inside and catch their breath. "Hurts?" asks Jessica, as Albany puts her palms up to her aching forehead.

"Like fucking a hammer made of razors."

Jessica smiles. "Well, it's about to feel a whole lot better." Dropping the briefcase, she kneels in front it and pops open the tarnished brass latches. "Let's open this bitch up, see what we scored."

What do the Rose sisters find in the briefcase?

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