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</div><span style="font-size: 26px">Name: Dagger</span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Alias: /</span><br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: /<br/><b>Age: </b>/<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Late Summer - 23.00<br/><b>Location: </b>Loch Lomond - Scotland<br/><b>Mood Music: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F32fEW4jygJjjnZh2iBa5IR%3Fsi%3Dce663f58522c47ac&amp;hash=ece84da06ab01400d8c0829107799f19" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/32fEW4jygJjjnZh2iBa5IR?si=ce663f58522c47ac" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Easier To Run</a><br/>
Direct:</b>Penelope<br/><b>Indirect: </b>Vincent Darke<b> (<a class="username" data-user-id="10864" data-username="Anaris" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10864/">Anaris</a> )</b><br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1670855575505-jpeg.138104/" title="1670855575505.jpeg">
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</div>Only a tiny sliver of moon was seen in the sky as the clouds floated past overhead. The overcast sky made even darker by a small drizzle. Dagger sat hidden in some brushes watching the mansion on the borders of Loch Lomond. She had been watching the domain for two hours now.<br/>The guards had switched out once by now and he saw two guys standing near the main entrance smoking a cigarette.<br/><br/>Dagger wasn't here for a social call though. She had found intell on Matteo Inzaghi, the son of a wealthy Italian family. The Inzaghi family had been known for their Earth Elemental powers. What most people didn't know however was that the youngest son had ties to the Sicilian Mafia. The same mafia who had come sniffing by her place a few months prior. Now she was here ready to knock on his door with questions of her own. She checked the equipment in her duffel bag one last time before pulling her hood further over her face. When the guards finished their smoke and started a new round around the mansion she counted in silence.<b><i>"80...90...100... go"</i></b>she muttered to herself as she darted towards the side of the mansion. By now the guards should've reached the back of the building, having another chat. This allowed her enough time to silently grapple the building and climb in through the open side window.<br/><br/>She scaled the wall rather quickly, pushing herself inside without so much as making a sound. She quickly pulled up her rope and closed the window. She was in, part one complete. The room was stuffy and dark, probably one of the spare bedrooms. She had read the plans of the old mansion and knew exactly where every room was. Her guess had been right that this room was still unoccupied. Drawing her sword and dagger she creeped closer to the door, pushing it ajar ever so slightly. Peeking through into the hallway she saw an armed guard with an  AK-47 standing with his back turned towards her. Pushing her sword into her scabbard she sneaked up to the man. Grabbing him from behind, placing her had on his mouth, she quickly slit his throat. Carrying the lifeless body into the empty room she let out a sigh.<br/><br/>She knew Mateo's room would be down the hall, second door on the right. Or she guessed so as this was the master suite. Where else would this low life sleep? She left the relative safety of the room and silently moved through the hallway. As she rounded the corner, two men were walking away from her. She quickly and silently sprinted towards them. As she was nearly on top of them, she jumped against the left wall, propelling her up and towards them. Mid air she quickly stabbed both of them in the neck, one with her sword and the other with her dagger. As she landed silently, the two bodies fell to the ground with a loud thud.<br/><br/>"What was that?" she heard a male voice coming from behind her. She quickly turned and threw her dagger towards the man just exiting his room. The dagger landing straight in the man's chest, sending him flying back into his room. She walked further into the manor until she reached the door, from which she thought was Matteo's. Standing near the door she listened as the voice of a man could be heard.<br/><br/>"Si, Si... naturalmente! Di' al signor Darke che tutto è in programma" Darke frowned, mumbling: "All is on schedule...? and who is Mr Darke..."<br/>Dagger didn't have time to gave it any further thought as a shout came from down the hallway calling for aid. Someone must've found the bodies. She burst into the room immediately seeing the Inzaghi boy. She was here foremost for revenge. She threw her dagger, hitting the man straight in the upper leg, near his main artery. She strode up to him and without effort hit the gun he was holding out of his hands.<br/>"Where's this mister Darke?" She spoke, her voice void of emotions.<br/>The boy clearly in pain and afraid immediately told her what she needed: "Casoria, Italy"<br/>Replying with a simple "thank you" she pushed her sword straight through his abdomen.<br/><br/>She let go of her sword, still inside the man' chest and grabbed the bow on her back, knocked an arrow and fired it at the door. A loud explosion, followed by flames licked at the wooden walls and frames could be seen, accompanied by screams of pain. She pulled the sword from Matteo's chest and ran towards the window. Opening it she rappelled down without ease and disappeared in the dark undergrowth.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1670855536176-png.138102/" title="1670855536176.png">
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</div>A few hours later, she arrived at the small cottage near Loch Lomond she currently called home. The sun was already beginning to rise, making for a beautiful postcard scene. As she opened the door she was greeted by the happy barking of her dog Penelope. She walked over and started patting Nell.<br/><b><i>"Hey Nell, who's a good girl? We're going on a trip girl! You'll like it there. It's warm and sunny." </i></b><br/>It was at that moment she saw the blinking of a light. Frowning she walked over to see the blinking belonged to a discarded pager that belonged to her dad.<br/><br/><br/><b><i>"Zodiac Leo, Henry Pretorius, Cloak. This is an emergency message to return to Zodiac Island. Please inform other Supers as you encounter them"</i></b><br/><br/>Frowning she looked at the message before turning to Penelope.<b><i>"Change of plans. We'll make a small detour hon... Guess we head to the Mediterranean, yes but not Italy"</i></b>