Darius Supreme

"Do you see it?" A cloaked figure asked another using a special talisman that transmitted their voices over a large distance.

"Yeah. It's moving along the road towards Ando City. The Guard detail has been greatly increased around it, but heh heh." The other voice on the line replied with a mocking tone.

"Devin, do not underestimate them. This Kingdom might be a low-class shithole, but their backer is not." The cloaked figure who spoke first reminded with a solemn tone.

Devin's lax smile receded as he sighed. "Hm, you might be right Justin, but that doesn't change the fact that I will be making off with their goods. Check-in with Moira, Ferguson, and Liam."

The one called Justin, who seemed to be the team leader frowned at being ordered around by a subordinate, but was not interested in starting a fight at this time. "Mhm. Just focus on your own task for now."

He then recalibrated his own talisman to connect to another one. "Moira, have you identified your target?"

A sultry voice replied lazily. "That's right. They just shipped a batch of those scrolls into that warehouse. I'll be waiting for the guard detail to change before I make my way in and make off with the goods."

"Good, I know I can rely on you, Moira. Take things at your own pace." Justin replied and switched the talisman to another person. "Ferguson, report in."

"Nothing different from the last time. The caravan heading towards the Rashvela Forest is on time and guarded as usual." A bland voice spoke.

"Any complications?" Justin asked perfunctorily.

"None that I can list at the moment."

"Alright then, attack when ready."

Justin sighed then contacted his last teammate. "Liam, is everything spotty?"

"Nope, nothing out of place here. I was just about to jump down and intercept the carrier." A young voice replied with a bit of exasperation.

"Mm, sorry about that. Move when you're ready, report back to me when you've secured everything." Justin instructed calmly.

"Right, right." Liam spoke back rudely.

Justin simply shook his head and pout the talisman down. It was almost midnight, so the moon's radiance shone in his light brown eyes subtly. He was lost in his thought, decided that this kind of job was too risky.

Even though it paid well, the kind of toes they were stepping on were much too big for him. Even if his teammates were engrossed with the riches they had earned, his mind was clear enough to see that only a dead-end awaited them if they pushed their luck too far.

"This will be my last job for sure." Justin murmured as he sat down to drink from his leather flask.

His entire body froze though, when he felt a hand casually patting his shoulder. Then, a lovely female voice entered his ear just as he felt a dagger to his neck.

"Oh, this will be your last job alright. From one rogue to another, I'll go ahead and say that your IQ is higher than most who do our job. You just chose the wrong time to give up." Jorge spoke lightly.

"Now, stand up and let's go. You know what happens next from here." Jorge prodded as she pulled him to his feet.

Justin sighed. "Don't worry, I'll comply for the most part."

After all, he knew he wouldn't be killed immediately. He would be lead to a secure location where he would be interrogated and then his punishment depended on his level of cooperativeness, his utility and the nature of his captors.

Expecting a rogue like him to harbor thoughts of escape and rebellion was likely a result of naivety. He knew he had 101 ways to make Jorge also unable to move if he captured her, just like she also likely had a countermeasure for whatever move he might make.

No need to test her patience. He would just follow her, divulge everything they wanted to know, and then see what would happen next. This ensured he would not suffer any unnecessary pain and might have a clean death if they so offered, or might have his life spared if he was useful enough.

When they arrived at a manor, Justin was led to a parlor where he saw a group of men and women waiting for him. Seeing that they were all likely upper echelon of Safemoon, he nodded his head in understanding and knew what he had to do now.

"Take a seat." Foldo said as he pointed to a chair that was in the center of the room.

Justin complied immediately while Jorge stood behind him in case he got any ideas to flee or make a desperate attack.

"Now, what's your name young man?" Foldo queried pleasantly.

"Justin Brooke, sir."

"What is your nationality?"

"A citizen of the Fraterina Kingdom, sir."

"Oh? So is your kingdom the source of your current task?"

"That's right. I was commissioned directly by the royal family to led this team, sir."

"Mm. What do you do with the stolen goods?"

"We hand them over to the only woman in our group, Moira, to send home. She is nondescript, but I suspect she is a member of their royal family, sir."

"Interesting. Please share with us the names of your teammates, their nationalities if they are different from yours, their power, and their tasks."

"There is Moira who I just spoke of, a Fraterina Citizen, an Adept ShadowStalker, and her task is to rob the no.13 warehouse on Humberg Street."

"There is Devin, nationality unknown, a Master-stage Warrior and his task is to intercept the caravans within the Andrato Kingdom."

"There is Ferguson, nationality unknown, an Adept-stage magician whose task is to intercept all caravans heading towards the Rashvela Forest."

"There is Liam, a Fraterina citizen, an Adept-stage Assassin whose task is to intercept the messengers carrying important directives concerning the transportation of the goods from Safemoon to Andrato."

"That is every one that makes up our group, sir."