Pick the Corpse Clean (GM/Taerra)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

OOC: Continued from here.

The engine roared as Jeremiah flew along, the woman behind him pressed snugly against his form. He rode quite leisurely, for nobody being on the streets, but he had learned the hard way that flying down the road a hundred miles per hour could have some uncomfortable effects when someone decided to jump out in front of you. He turned, heading down the final causeway to the remnants of Dragon Territory.

The walls still stood, holes repaired, but the gate had been ripped down, and the dragon pharmacy now a small, abandoned house for the local gangs near by. On the bannisters, Strikes flags flew, and the place was mostly a wasteland. Despite the takeover, Strike hadn't stayed for the most part, leaving a detachment that patrolled everywhere they werent needed. The rest of the territory, in the core and throughout housing, was devoid of all except the vultures of society.

Graffiti covered the walls, and trash piled up in the streets. Windows were broken into, many buildings were burned down...and people wandered in rags. Jeremiah rolled by, not sparing them a glance....instead driving clear to the heart...the war room. Or so he assumed. It still had some burned maps and flags littered about, and it was the most structurally sound. He paused, flicking down the kickstand.

The area here was completely deserted. People tended to stay away, as though it were haunted. He held no such superstitions.

He stood, and gestured, letting her hop off before he climbed off as well. He removed the key before pulling a wrench held between the exhaust and structural pike. After unscrewing the bolt on the front tired, he stuck both the wrench and bolt into his pocket.

If anyone tried to take it, the tire would fall off, and they'd have to drag a several hundred pound vehicle around.

"Here we are. We can take a look around but...I doubt you'll find anything of worth."

He'd follow her lead.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra took in the views as they rolled by, nose wrinkling. She was glad she didn't have quite the sense of smell that she would have had she been in feline form. The ride itself was enjoyable, tiny seat or no.

And Jeremiah, at least, didn't stink.

The kickstand coming down was signal enough for the redhead and she slid off. Figuring Jeremiah could handle whatever he was doing, she meandered around the outside and inspected whatever was around the front of the place that was even marginally intact. It still seemed odd that so many people were just...vaporized? She'd only heard of Barker's defeat 'through the grapevine'. Her brother had sent no word, nothing. Taerra's jaw clenched before she turned back as Jeremiah spoke, giving a nod.

If there didn't seem to be anything of interest outside...she would move into the building.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

The war room...was in shambles.

The table, used for many meetings, was split in half. The chairs were broken and thrown about, besides the main one at the end. It was covered in human feces and urine, obviously a symbol to the storm dragon.

Jeremiahs nose wrinkled as well. His sense of smell was heightened from his time on his own, near superhuman...but no where near animal levels. This smell must be killing her. At least it was dried and mostly eaten by flies. He would step into the room, on broken glass, examining most of the burned files. The wall had many things pinned to it- either scribbled over or burned...sometimes both. The file cabinet was destroyed, but still had some un-toasted papers in them. If they searched about...they might find more.

"This place is a shit hole...literally."

[Kyrie Blaze]

It was killing her. Not as badly as if she was in feline form...but it was bad. And yet, her expression smoothed out. If it was, she wouldn't show it. Adjusting, she swept passed the chair, for now, to the file cabinets to dig around, there.

This was disgusting.

Taerra sighed. Well. She'd been through worse, so, it was't like this was even abnormal, sometimes. Though she thought her days of dirty work were over...

'Guess not.'

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah moved around to stare at the half burnt map while she dug around.

Taerra would find one file singed, and a few papers. Two white, and one red.

The file showed "Isle Derugeh", and contained pictures of an island home. A retreat, of the coast of California. There was only two pictures, both a little blurry but....it seemed pretty unique.

The two white papers had information regarding Amtrum and Leon...the red was a secondary retreat plan.

[Kyrie Blaze]

If she had cat ears and tail in human form...her ears would have been perked and her tail vibrating with intrigue and excitement. Sharp green eyes devoured what details she could about the island home before she tucked them under her arm and moved on to skimming through the white papers. They would join the information on the isle.

And then the red.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

White page 1:

"Mathew Amtrum.

Mathew has pulled his.....from the list. His duties have been taken over by David and K.....he will be moving with Bastille and his kids. Memo needs recep.....(Long cut out piece).....furthermore, out scouts indicate he has pulled his elusive guard. He will not be protected."

The rest was mostly torn and burned.

White paper 2:

"Sudeki is running his castle. Control of his sector is well managed. Worries about his loyalties are.....tent, despite Davids attempts at befriending him. Make sure to watch his lightning pyre for further activity."

Red page:

"Secondary retreat.

If "Skyward Rite fails, secondary plan should be enacted. Airport holds 3 underground passageways out of the city. Utilize these. Contact with dragons is possible here through-"

It cuts off there.

[Kyrie Blaze]

A soft rumble rolled in the back of her throat, the woman herself hardly noticing the lingering cat-like behaviour and sounds as she tapped the red paper. Aside from the annoyance of code for whatever the 'skyward rite' was for an escape plan...

"There might be some kind of hope for Scarlet, yet." She mused to herself, turning and looking at the back of the chair and hazarding a brief look beneath it. "There's an alternate escape route detailed on this sheet. And an isle of some sort along with info on Sudeki and Amtrum."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah turned, walking over from the map.

"Oh? That sucks. The Airports locked down tighter than a prisoners butt-cheeks. Strikes using it, and I havent cared enough to dig for a way in."

It was truth. Strike had dozens, if not hundreds of men stationed there after the fall. It was basically their base of operations inside dragon territory, and was likely going to be used to get planes off the ground in the future.

Or so he suspected.

"As for an island....i got no ideas there. What...ah, what do you think? They got away?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Really? I haven't gotten that far into the city." She frowned. "It's possible. If they didn't use the secondary escape route detailed here, whatever this 'skyward rite' might have worked. Never heard of Isle Derugeh?"

She met him partway, showing her finds. Maybe he'd recognise the images, if they were lucky. Otherwise...who knew.

"It's a chance, anyway. Better than thinking they were left to rot. Doesn't make sense that the gang and whatever civilians were living here - and you can see there were plenty of them - just up and poofed. People would know what happened. You'd think. Unless they're too cowardly to talk."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah frowned...scowling at the pictures and information.

"No. Never. An island home off the coast? Doesn't sound like it could actually stay hidden for long. But...could be one of the dragons. Wanna check it out?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Even if it is sacked, you never know what we'd find. Might as well... It's probably the one we have better luck with if the airport's as infested as you say."

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremy's eyebrows twitched.

"How would we even get to it?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Taerra flashed a grin.

"I guess that depends on the coast and how far out it is. I could probably manage it, depending on those factors. Who knows if there are any boats, either. Kayaks. Canoes. Even around here...though that would make hauling it difficult." She shrugged but didn't seem the slightest bit put off.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would look up at her, a little skeptical.

But he wouldn't argue.

"Okidoke. We going now?"

Or did she want to explore more?