Maurice looked through the apartment, with his business concluded. He began scanning the area for non-academic texts - specifically correspondence - messing through a large variety of shelves, drawers, and small chests before he found what he was looking for. One letter gave him the location of another cell in the same coven - certainly something of interest - and also mentioned an unititiated tenant named Lu in the apartment he now found himself in. Maurice pondered at that - he was certain all the witches he had killed were initiated and experienced - but looking through the various items around him, he did see traces of someone else living there. That's when he heard sounds from the hallway. Pocketing the letter he had found and quickly unjamming his pistol, Maurice took cover behind a dresser in the hallway, just as he heard the mechanical sound of a lock being opened. The door croaked open, and in stepped a person that - judging by the sound - was lighter than the more experienced witches he had dispatched. This indicated she was younger, probably the uninitiated tenant mentioned in the letter.<br/><br/>Noticing the sounds stopping the moment the girl saw the corpses in the main room, Maurice treaded softly on muffled boots to a position in close proximity to the girl. A few strafing steps, and he closed the door with his heel, and was upon her before the sound of the closing door could be heard. Leveling his pistol, he spoke immediately and calmly.<span style="color: #0080BF">"Eyes front. This pistol is loaded with warded silver bullets that will tear through all your defenses at this range. One false move, and you're dead,"</span>Maurice lied. The girl was indeed smaller than any of the witches he had dispatched earlier. She was also younger - Maurice guessed late teens or early twenties - which meant she was unlikely to master magic that could turn the tables in the girls' favour without also giving him an ample window to escape. It was a gamble, but Maurice trusted his instincts.<span style="color: #0080BF">"What's your name, girl, and why are you here? This is the home of a terrorist cell. You have three seconds to answer."</span>Putting some pressure on the girl, Maurice thought, would be the best way to keep her thoughts dislodged, ensuring that anything other than the truth would come out as incoherent or outright impossible. Heart racing with adrenaline, maurice anticipated the response, his right index finger straining the hair trigger of his pistol dangerously.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080BF">Calm down, Maurice. You've got this.</span></span>