"Not so set in ways as Guardians," Nivviks said, walking passed Gaelin-4. "Yes, but," Vynriis formed the words with care, "territorial expansion." "It's an oddity to stray from their shrine, savvy? Something drew it out." Gaelin looked to Vynriis. "Insight? No, recorder is broken." The Fallen chittered with laughter and let the head clunk in the dirt. Nivviks pried an eye from the frame's socket and pocketed it. "How aggressive have you made them? Anything that would incite the Wrathborn to move away from its shrine?" "Security unit." Nivviks held up a frame's head. Nivviks gestured forward with his dominant arms. Gaelin-4 slung his rifle and looked to the Fallen. Vynriis with Ether and extra ammunition cells. Each Pike toted a small package of supplies: Nivviks with Lure and extract. The two Fallen with him cut their Pike engines and sat waiting for the Guardian to make a move. He surveyed the frantic scuttling footprints throughout the area. Cooling runs of igneous magma drooped through still-molten floor of the transport. The transport itself was pried open and half-full of melted slag. Warped metal littered the site, which consisted of a compacted road surrounded by craggy outcroppings of rock. The cindering wreckage of an exploded ground transport was marred with dull green spinnerets of thin smoke. He pulled down his hood and drew Transfiguration to his eye. "Not sure I needed you two to find this." Gaelin-4 dismounted his Sparrow. " Strike like a serpent." - Armor description Lore " Osiris," he muttered under his breath as he crossed the exit. Gaelin-4 smiled, took his Transfiguration from the doorman. "Mind your business, Guardian." The man's voice was even and measured. "Exile," he said, bending his head in a courteous nod. The Exo's eyes flicked to the man in the shadows. She nodded to Spider and shouldered her rifle, then fell in line. Nivviks hissed and said something in Eliksni to Vynriis before moving. "I don't expect to be long." Gaelin-4 leaned toward his tagalongs, dropping words for the Fallen to pick up. "Keeping me in suspense I'm not a patient Spider." "When the job's done and tender exchanges hands, I will." "That wouldn't be fair, but I could live with it- if you tell me who dropped you that little crumb." Spider's bristled momentarily as he considered the terms. Gaelin-4 bobbed his head, processing the information. "This particular mark has begun to wander to greener pastures. "I hear you folk empty your marbles when you get too close to those things." They will take you to the site of the attack." Nivviks and Vynriis know the details and have experience in these matters. "And I need your flunkies stepping on my heels?" Restitutions are in order." Spider brandished a jagged, shivering smile. This particular mark caused irreparable damage to something very close to my benevolent heart. "Alive?" Gaelin-4 turned the bottle in his hand. "However, you will be using an invention of his. Attention is required elsewhere, and this is a personal matter." The syndicate boss turned each of his four hands over one after the other. "A man only has so many hours in the day. "Why don't you just send your Enforcer after it?" Gaelin-4's head tipped upward to meet Spider's gaze. "Oh, I'm sure they would… if they were able." Spider leans forward. "'Motivation' suggests they wouldn't cooperate if asked." A motivation to return my quarry, alive-in addition, of course, to a generous Sapphire Wire reward." Gaelin-4 approached and lifted the craft-glass bottle. The shadowed man behind Spider bent forward for a better view. Two Golden Age era bottles of amber liquid nestled in padded cloth glistened in the lair's uneven lighting. "I assure you, they are still very much in the neighborhood." I like that… that acumen." The Spider gestured forward with his lower arms, and an associate plunked a small metal crate before Gaelin-4. Laughter blustered from the hulking Eliksni's mouth. "Depends… This bounty from Arrha mark is a month in the wind." They sported Wire Rifles and Short Daggers on their harnesses. Gaelin-4 heard shifting at his back and spotted two associates leaning against the wall behind him. "Better to be spoken of than not at all, no?" Spider touched curled fingers to his rebreather as if to block his tiny inhalations of anticipation. "I guess as long as they're all good words, it's fine." "My compatriots gab." Gaelin-4's eyes flickered from Fallen, to Spider, to Fallen before lingering on a man in the back-shadowed wall to Spider's left. Your compatriots spoke quite highly of you. " Be ever vigilant." - Armor description Lore
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