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Gun Elf
Prologue
The Elf with a Gun



A thin gray mist settled over the wooded valley, blown...
Prologue

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Gun Elf
Prologue
The Elf with a Gun



A thin gray mist settled over the wooded valley, blown down from the mountain tops by the dour, chill winds. Like most of the Kingdom of Spear, the valley was heavily wooded, with trees littering the landscape and not much else. The skies were gray and overcast most of the time and the kingdom's location in the northern part of the northern hemisphere made its weather just as dreary. Most residents of Spear, even those in the capital city, rarely ventured outside due to the cold. Instead they chose to stay inside their homes, keeping themselves warm by the fire of their stoves or fireplaces, passing the time by reading a good book or listening to one of the six channels on the radio.

Rakaken stretched his beefy arms with a groan as he stepped out of his small canvas tent. Breath continually fogging up in front of his face due to the cold, the large man wore a frown under his tusks, silently cursing the entire region for its awful climate. Rakaken reached back into his tent and pulled out a ragged leather coat. He then threw the heavy thing over his shoulders. Shoving his bare green arms into the sleeves took some effort, as did clicking the metal latches at the front closed. Within a few seconds the coat's built-in spirit sensed his body and activated the heating system. Rakaken sighed as the cold receded and his body began to warm up.

"Damn, it's freezing out here!" a shrill voice to his left complained. Rakaken turned in time to see Hixxit emerge from the small tent next to his, the small man's tiny green body fully covered by thick winter gear. "Shikes, it's supposed to be fekkin' summer! I hate this bloody place."

The goblin's shrieking seemed to wake up the rest of the boys, as Lo and Xing emerged from their tents as well. The McAdden brothers were as different as night and day. Lo was the younger, but he was a full head taller than his older sibling, with tufts of straggly blonde hair growing out of his almost-bare skull compared to his brother's shaggy brown. Xing was rail thin and crafty, while Lo was fat and dumb. Lo also had dark brown skin and black eyes while Xing was blue-eyed and as pale as an elf. How it was possible that these two ever came out of the same woman, Rakaken would never know.

"Hixx, you little green turd, do you have to scream and holler every gods damned morning?" Xing grumbled, his short brown hair sticking up on his right side.

"Frik you, you hairless monkey!" Hixxit hissed back. "It isn't my fault that we goblins are fair and delicate while you human brutes can live in this gods' forsaken ice pit."

"Oh, well excuse us if our kind don't much care to be livin' in garbage like your lot!"

"How dare you! That is an ethnic slander!"

"Oh, stuff it up yer arse!"

Rakaken just sighed and decided to ignore the two's bickering. They were like this almost every morning for the past six months of this job, and you could only threaten them so many times before you just stopped caring. Tuning out the argument, the orc looked up into the morning's gray sky while opening up a pouch of coffee. Upon breaking the plastic seal, the pouch's contents began heating up and he took in the welcome aroma of freshly-brewed (imitation) coffee.

Seven more weeks. Seven more weeks in this freezing hellhole before the contract was up and he could go back home. He had missed his wife and son. Leaving them behind whenever he took off to perform these jobs was always hard, but thankfully his wife understood that this was what a merc's life was like. What he regretted the most though was missing his son growing up. He was only five months old when he left; the boy must be huge by now!

Seven more weeks. The past few months had been hell. Not that the job was difficult per say, it was quite the opposite. The humans who made their home in this icy wasteland were absolute primitives; they had little running water and electricity and mostly got around by horse and wagon. They still even used spears and swords for the gods' sake! No, this job was beyond simple, it was like taking candy from a baby. At least, it should have been. What made the job so bad was the cold. The absolute, mind-numbing cold. Rakaken was from Hillborn, in Aegis. The city was nearer the equator so the weather was more moderate. He'd seen his fair share of winters, but not like this. The hardy orc had never been to a place that felt like it wanted to kill you, and kill you slow at that. The cold was hell.

But this job would only last for seven more weeks. The job was originally supposed to last only four months, but the damn cold and unexpected blizzards delayed many of the caravan shipments into the capital. The client wanted none of his competitor's goods to reach the city, so it was his crew's job to keep it that way. Spear was a reclusive kingdom, primitive but rich in rare earth elements. Their king had opened up limited trading just a few years ago, and those foreign companies he chose to do business with would be filthy rich. Well, filthier rich. Needless to say, the competition for those contracts were high. High enough that one of said companies didn't mind playing dirty in order to get them.

That's where Rak's crew came in. They had been hired by one company to prevent any shipment of goods from another company from reaching the capital of Spear. If the competitor company failed to deliver as agreed, then the king would most likely hire another company -namely the one that hired Rak and his men- to replace them. It was a simple plan, one that his employers would never get away with if they tried to do it in Aegis, Pfeil, or any of the more civilized nations. But Spear was a shithole that didn't even have the most rudimentary access to the Aethernet so such a scam was perfect for them.

It was such an easy job. Except for the cold, Rakaken couldn't complain about anything. The caravans carrying the goods through the mountainous regions around the capital were all horse-drawn wagons, and its defenders armed with little but crossbows and spears. None of them were a match for the gear his crew carried with them. The entire job was an almost bloodless affair, since as soon as the caravaneers saw what one of their arc lances could do, they gave up without a fight! Well, mostly.

There was this one brave punk that just wouldn't give in. Rak had threatened him, then beaten him, but the kid would just not stop fighting. So, the orc gave the human what he wanted: a nice, quick death. Then he hung up the idiot's corpse on a tree near the road as a warning to the other caravaneers: Rakaken's crew were serious, and if you were stupid enough to fight then you would die.

"Boss," Xing spoke up, breaking Rakaken out of his thoughts. He turned towards the man to see that he had the satellite monitor link activated. "The next caravan's on its way. Should get to the pass in 'bout three hours."

The orc nodded. "Alright," he told the other two. "Gear up. It's time to go to work."

*****
Xing's calculations were right on the dot. It took the horse-drawn carriages of the caravan three hours to wind its way through the pass to reach the mouth of the valley. This was the place Rak had chosen to set up the ambush. Well, perhaps ambush was the wrong word to use. Upon sight of them, the caravan usually gave up peacefully and let the mercs destroy their goods without a fuss. They knew that their swords, spears and crossbows were no match for modern day arc lances.

Rakaken, Xing, and Lo were standing right in the middle of the road, waiting for the caravan to arrive. Hixxit was half a mile away on top of a cliff; in case of any trouble, the goblin was to rain death from above, sniping away with his long-range arc lance.

"Alright, boys," Rak told the two humans as the caravan ground to a stop some fifty feet in front of them. "Get yer game faces on." He drew his arc lance from its side holster, the cold metal tube folding out to expand to its full three foot length. He and his men held the weapons loosely with both hands, the barrels pointed groundwards. They didn't want their targets, who were most likely already nervous, to get so spooked that they did something stupid.

The three mercenaries waited for the caravaneers to exit their wagons like they usually would, but none of them did. After a few minutes of waiting, Rakaken cursed. He absolutely hated deviations in a routine. It usually meant someone was about to die.

"You know the drill!" He shouted towards the horse-drawn wagons. "You wanna live, you get out here with your hands up and surrender your goods! If you don't, well then, keep doing what yer doing! No skin off my tusks if you idiots wanna commit suicide."

Despite his harsh words, only silence met his threat.

"Fucking hell," Rak growled. "They wanna be difficult, fine." He reached up to his ear and activated his communicator. "Hixxit. Warning shot."

"You got it, boss," the goblin replied just before a bolt of sizzling green energy shot down from his position. The bolt impacted the road directly in the middle of the mercs and the caravan, exploding loudly and showering the area with smoke and gravel. The horses neighed in fright, some rearing up in their fear, but the nervous looking carriage drivers managed to calm them down.

After the smoke cleared, Rakaken shouted out, "Next one will be a lot closer, so I suggest that you pukes get off those wagons now!"

As if in answer to his ultimatum, a bright flash of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder erupted from the sky. To his horror, the lightning bolt struck right on Hexxit's position, throwing up a large explosion upon hitting.

"Shit!" Xing cursed. His brother merely looked up in shock.

"Hexxit!" Rak barked into his communicator. "Hexxit! What's your status? Hexxit!" Nothing but static was heard on the line.

Before the mercenaries could regroup, movement from the caravan caught their attention. From the lead wagon, a figure stepped off. Rakaken saw that it was a woman, lithe and thin, wearing a dark gray overcoat over a light gray suit. She had long blonde hair, though it was so light that the it might as well have been white. A white collared shirt with a gray tie and black leather shoes completed her outfit. She was absolutely beautiful, but the beauty seemed unnatural, almost ethereal. What struck Rak most about the woman though was her long, pointed ears.

She was an elf.

"Damn it," the orc cursed. An elf. What the hell was an elf doing all the way out here?

"We are so screwed," Xing mumbled.

Elves were the only race on Erde who were capable of accessing the full scope of the Aethernet without any outside devices. They could mold and cast magics like no other, able to rain fire or ice or lightning down upon their enemies, all without the need of a grimoire. Magic was completely natural to their kind; casting spells was like breathing to an elf.

The elf stopped fifty feet in front of them, some ten feet away to the caravan's left. It was a good move, Rak idly thought, as it put the caravan and its goods out of the way of the line of fire. Why would she care though? Did the company sending the goods hire her to protect the caravan? But why would an elf do that unless-

"Surrender now and I give you my word that you won't be hurt," said the elf. Even her voice was beautiful, like a musical note from a viola: both enchanting and stern.

Rak grinned. "Is that so, my lady?" He said mockingly. "You're a long way from home, aren't ya?"

"Uh, boss. Maybe it ain't so smart ta talk back to an elf, eh?" Lo asked him nervously.

"Easy, boys. We're fine." The orc sneered, directing a dirty look towards the elf woman. "This one's been hired to escort the caravan, haven't ya?"

The elf shrugged. "So what if I was?"

"Ha! No self-respecting elf in any of the high houses would lower themselves to bodyguard duty. I'm guessing you're a Freelancer, then?"

The elf let out a defeated sigh. "You got me."

"Um, boss?" Xing asked, obviously confused by their discourse.

"It's simple, you dimwit." Rakaken pointed to the elf. "There's no way any elf would work as a Freelancer, at least no elf that was still in good with their house. No boys, what we got here is what we call a broken elf. One who was born without the ability to cast spells."

"But then how'd she do that lightning thing?" Lo asked.

"The same way we would do it," Rak pulled out a small black device about the size of a paperback novel from his pocket; it had a cord running from its side to the comm unit in his ear. "With a grimoire. But casting spells that powerful sucks up a lotta juice. I'm guessin' our pretty little miss here can't cast any more till her grimoire's battery recharges."

"Wow, you're pretty smart," remarked the elf.

"Thank you."

The elf continued. "I'm hoping you're smart enough that you'll surrender. I've been hired to do a job, and as a professional I won't give up until I complete that job."

"What a coincidence," Rak said. "I'm a professional, too. I take pride in completing my work, and so I can't give up, same as you. But," the orc now frowned, his eyes lighting up with fury. "You killed our friend. And because o' that, I'm gonna be unprofessional, just this once, and say I'm gonna enjoy fryin' your ass. Let her have it, boys!"

With that, the mercenaries took aim and opened fire. Sizzling green ethereal energy flew through the air, headed straight for the beautiful elf. It was at that moment that Rakaken realized he had made two mistakes. One was that the optimal firing range for hand-held arc lances was about thirty feet; any farther than that and they got extremely inaccurate. The other mistake was that he forgot about the elves' second most lauded feature: their incredible agility.

From fifty feet away, the elf was able to nimbly dodge the arc lance's bolts of fire. With a grace no other race possessed, she easily managed to twist and avoid each and every shot they made, up until their weapons overheated and had to shut off for a few moments lest the heat destroy the barrels. It was at that moment that the elf attacked.

She reached into her coat and drew a strange looking device. It had a grip like an arc lance but was only seven inches long and shone like chrome. It had a cylinder of some sort in the center of the frame and its barrel had a hole going down the center with notches carved into the metal. When the elf pulled the trigger, a clapping sound like lightning happened, along with a flash from the muzzle. Within the blink of an eye, Rak felt a hot impact on his right arm followed by a spray of blood.

A slug thrower! Why was an elf using such an antique weapon? It was ridiculous! She might as well have been using one of the Spears men's crossbows.

But regardless of how old the weapon was, it still proved most effective. Two more shots from the weapon took out the McAdden brothers, as a set of neat holes appeared in both their foreheads. The two human mercs collapsed onto the ground, their brains leaking out onto the roadside.

It was then that Rak's arc lance started beeping, signalling that it had cooled enough to be useable. With a snarl of fury, the orc aimed the weapon and began shooting out bolt after bolt of green fire. Unfortunately, due to the range and his injury, the elf was easily able to avoid them. When Rakaken's arc lance overheated again, the elf took the moment and sent a bullet right into his chest.

Rak blinked, surprised at finding himself on the ground. He looked down at his chest and saw the gaping hole in it, steam rising up from the bloody, gushing wound and into the cold morning air. He tried to take a breath and coughed, blood spilling against his tusks. The orc heard footsteps approaching, and looked up to see the elf standing over him, the barrel of her gun aimed right at his head.

"W-wait, please," Rakaken pleaded. "I… I have a family…"

The elf sighed in distaste. "I know," she told him, right before she pulled the trigger.

*****
Edelweiss groaned in joy as she warmed herself by the fire. The cold was absolute hell on her fragile elven body, and she was glad to finally be indoors and safe from the awful weather outside.

"Comfy?" a voice spoke in her head. It was deep and gravelly, and belonged to the warriors of old.

"Very," she answered, closing her eyes and leaning back in the recliner she was seated in.

The elf had just returned from getting paid by the company, whose local manager was most pleased to learn that all future shipments of their goods should reach the capital without complications from now on. Edelweiss doubted that their competitor would hire more mercenaries now that they knew all future convoys would be protected. Hopefully they would see such a venture as too expensive and count their losses.

"Thanks for the help back there," Edelweiss said. "I couldn't have gotten that sniper if it wasn't for you, Duke."

"Don't mention it, darlin," the voice told her.

"I can't wait to get back to Aegis. Spear is way too rural for my tastes." the elf looked around the room, seeing the almost medieval looking tavern. Thankfully, it wasn't too busy tonight as the hour was late and most of the patrons had gone home to their beds. No one was at the fireplace but her and she enjoyed the solitary time alone; it was just her and the wonderful heat.

"Someone's coming," warned the voice.

Edelweiss idly glanced over to the approaching human, noting his advanced age and haggard appearance. He seemed harmless enough, but regardless she stayed wary. Her right hand snuck underneath her coat to grasp the grip of her pistol.

"E-excuse me? Miss?" The man suddenly looked wide-eyed as he remembered something. "Um, it is miss, isn't it?"

Instead of getting offended, Edelweiss just laughed. "Yes. Yes it is."

"Oh, good," The old man looked even more nervous as he continued to talk. "I'm, uh, my name is Zhao Baker. I… my son was the one who was killed… by those bastards. He was just delivering his cargo and they… they shot him down like a dog, then hung his body up… I…"

"I'm so sorry," Edelweiss told him, her feelings genuine though she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable at the situation.

The old man wiped up his tears and smiled. "No, please. Don't be. You avenged him, and for that I thank you." He reached into his pocket and took out a crumpled envelope. "I-it's not much, but this is all my savings. I want to give it to you. Please, take it. As thanks, for my son."

"That really isn't necessary…"

"Please, take it!" Insisted the old man.

"I don't take assassination jobs," Edelweiss told him coldly. Then, in a less harsh tone, said, "but I will take your thanks. You're welcome." She smiled.

The old man smiled back, returning the envelope to his pockets. "I'm sorry… I…"

"Don't be." The elf pointed to the empty chair next to her near the fireplace. "Please, sit down. Why don't you tell me about your son."

The old man's face lit up with joy. He quickly joined her in the chair by the fire. "He was kind. And brave, so stupidly brave. He was such a good boy, always doing the right thing. I miss him…"

"I'm sure a lot of people do."

Edelweiss then sat back and listened with a smile to the old man as he recounted tales about his son and his all too brief life. At the end of the night, she felt as if she had known the boy all his life.


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Races of Erde, part one

Orc
: Orcs are a large, powerfully built race native to the central plains of the Silver Continent. Their tough, leathery skin ranges from green to dark red, and the males have tusks that grow from their lower jaw. Because of their brutish appearance, many wrongfully consider orcs to be stupid. In fact, they can be as intelligent as any human or elf.

Goblin: A small, green race often found living in the refuse piles of cities around the world. Because of this, many consider them to be nothing more than vermin. Goblins are known for being extremely cunning, though if this is because of their true intelligence or the fact that many tend to underestimate them is unknown.

Human: The most numerous race on the planet. Very hardy and adaptable, and can be found on almost every continent. They have been enslaved by the elves numerous times throughout the Ages, and evidence of this can be seen in the modern era through the fact that the largest populations of humans are found in the elven nations.

Elf: Beautiful, swift, immortal. Elves are the masters of the science of magic. They are the undisputed rulers of Erde, as elves control all the major nations in the world. Unlike other races, elves can tap into the Aethernet without the need of devices. They can then access all the information within and cast spells with the greatest of ease. Elves are thin, graceful, and shorter than most races. They are always pale, and their eyes have cat-like, slitted pupils. Elves are also not very sexually dimorphic; other races find it almost impossible to tell the males from the females.
 
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Well this is a fun little start. It gives a hint towards the protagonist's age that she uses a pistol, probably because that was what was around at the time when she started up her work as it were.
 
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A Return Home




Drakhaven, capital of the Pfeil Empire, was located along a crescent shaped bay at the eastern edge of the Golden Continent. It was one of the largest cities in the world, a center for both arts and commerce. The residents often bragged that they were the cosmopolitan capital of the world, and that you could find anything within the streets of Drakhaven.

The city also had the distinct honor of being the oldest city in the world. Built in the mid-Second Age by the ancient elves, Drakhaven has withstood the test of time. For over four thousand years the city has endured wars, plagues, the collapse of civilization, barbarian hordes, the resurrection of civilization, and much, much more. The history of Drakhaven is perhaps the history of Erde itself.

And it is in this city that Edelweiss found herself once more. It was her birthplace, but it wasn't her home.

The flight from Leronte took a boring four hours, but thankfully the seats in mid-class was comfortable. The crew, upon discovering that she was an elf, was nice enough to bump her up from the third-class seat she originally had purchased. Although Edelweiss never purposefully used her race to solicit special privileges, if others were willing to be generous out of the goodness of their own hearts then who was she to refuse?

The cocktail nuts they served as snacks were pretty good, too.

As was to be expected, going through customs was a headache. Although she didn't spend as much time there as her flight took, it easily seemed longer simply because of all the bureaucratic red tape. It was a good thing that she had dotted all her i's and crossed all the t's. Eventually, after a rigorous search through her paperwork and finding nothing wrong, the customs agents (reluctantly) let her through. She was sure to thank them with a winning smile, one that was sure to make the bureaucrats even more grumpy at their failure to find anything wrong with her documents.

After picking up her luggage, she exited the Skyport and hailed a taxi. It was a ground-based vehicle since, unlike in Leronte, the aircab business never took off due to Drakhaven's restrictive airspace policies. Edelweiss didn't really mind though, as she preferred the smooth, easy ride of an automobile to the somewhat bumpy flight of aircars. The taxi let her off at the Port District, but the driver was reluctant to let her go since he was concerned about her safety; the area wasn't the best in terms of crime rate.

"Don't worry," she told him with an easy smile. "I'm capable of handling myself."

She heard a distinct scoff in her head. "That's an understatement if I ever heard one."

The Port District of Drakhaven was located in the city's southeast side. This was where all the commercial sea traffic entered the city. Shipments from all across the globe arrived at the dockyards every day, making it one of the busiest ports in the world.Thankfully the Port District didn't just have its massive wharf; there were residential areas, various businesses, places to eat, etc. True, the vast majority of people who lived in the district were of low income and mostly worked at the docks, so most of the things found there were of questionable quality. Many of them were even of dubious legal status.

But Edelweiss loved it. To her, such places had character; character that was lacking in the more upper crust areas of most cities. The Port District was it's own self-contained world, independent of the rest of Drakhaven. It was a city within a city.

Plus, everything was cheap. Relocating from Leronte in Aegis to Drakhaven in Pfeil was quite the expense, and her savings was feeling the hit. Hopefully she could set up shop here quickly and find some jobs. She hated having to build up her reputation again, a rep that she had spent forty years cultivating in Leronte. But Edelweiss was confident that she'd be able to establish herself here quickly enough. Drakhaven was her birthplace, after all. Even if she hadn't been to the city in decades.

The elf was enjoying a leisurely walk through the somewhat busy sidewalks, taking in the breadth of the new city around her. She was wearing her usual gray suit and tie (minus the jacket) and carried a silver briefcase in her left hand while a clothing-filled knapsack's strap was draped over her right shoulder. It was a bit warmer here than in Leronte, and Edelweiss felt a comfortable sheen of sweat build upon her forehead. She was gazing up at the somewhat ramshackle looking buildings around her when she heard a familiar voice. Unlike before, this time the voice sounded to her right rather than inside her own head.

"Do you think they'll follow you here?"

Edelweiss turned to the voice and saw a tall figure riding a skeletal horse striding right beside her. The mount was bleached-white bones held together by leathery sinew, whilst its rider was a middle-aged human with a rugged complexion and the beginnings of a rough beard. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that shaded his pale gray eyes from the sun's rays, and was dressed in sturdy leather chaps, blue jeans, and red flannel shirt. The man carried a long, rusty iron lance tucked into the crook of his right arm, while his left hand held the reins to the dead but still mobile horse.

"I doubt it," the elf told the rider. Although many people passed by both figures, not a one stopped to gawk or question the frightening-looking figure. "The Families hold no sway here in Pfeil. They wouldn't risk a war with the Syndicates just to come after me. Besides, Morte gave me his word that none of them would pursue me if I left town. And I have."

The man atop the horse nodded. "What about that Sallows boy? Last we saw him, he was very eager to see you buy the farm."

"Duke, you worry too much," she told him with a grin.

"Well, someone has to," the spirit said in his usual drawl. "You certainly don't."

A gnome backpacker was walking in the opposite direction of the two on the sidewalk. Without even noticing, he stepped right through the horse and rider, as if they were nothing but thin air. Once again, this garnered no reaction from the crowd around them.

"Sallows won't disobey a direct order from his capo," Edelweiss frowned. "But if he does come for me, I'll be ready for him."

"Humph. Famous last words," Duke grumbled. "Where are we headed to, anyway?"

This time the elf smiled. "I'm looking for a someplace to eat, I'm starving. Afterwards I'll have to ask around for a place to stay. We need to set up an office if we're gonna be looking for jobs."

"Seriously? That's why you've been walking around for hours building up a sweat?" Duke grumbled. "You know that you can use the scrolls on your grimoire to look up the nearest restaurant, right? Or that you can visit the Trayd List netsite to buy whatever it is you need?"

"Yes, I'm aware," Edelweiss rolled her eyes at the grumpy spirit. "But looking stuff up on the Aethernet just isn't the same as finding it on your own. There's no sense of discovery when you just press a button to find what you want. You don't feel any sense of accomplishment if you just let a computer tell you where to go instead of going on the journey yourself."

The elf stopped walking as she saw something in the distance. There, just a few yards away, was a small hole-in-the-wall shop with a sign proclaiming "BORT'S BEST MIKKUSU!"

"See, what did I tell you?" She gave her companion a lazy smirk. "We wandered around on our own and found this city's best mikkusu! I haven't had mikkusu in ages. C'mon!"

"Sweetheart, I don't think you should put too much stock on what that sign there says," Duke called out to her as the elf began to head towards the skeezy looking food establishment. "I don't think anything they sell will be the best of anything. Bort's or not." He then sighed when the elf entered. "You are so gonna get food poisoning."

*****

Despite Duke's complaints, the mikkusu turned out very serviceable. It wasn't the best Edelweiss had ever eaten, but it certainly wasn't the worst, either.

After paying for the meal, she asked the old orc manning the register (whom she assumed to be Bort) if there were any places he knew that were for rent.

"For rent, huh?" the orc scratched his grizzly beard, all the while busily puffing on a cigar that was tucked in next to his right tusk. "I think there's some rooms being rented out along 217th Street, right by the old dockyards near the fisheries. It ain't the fanciest place, but it's cheap and the folks down there won't cheat ya on the price."

Edelweiss thanked him and exited the shop. She was met outside by Duke and his skeletal mount, both of whom appeared out of thin air like a dream.

"Where to now, boss?" The spirit asked her.

"Two-seventeenth Street, in the old dockyards," Edelweiss told him. "We'll be looking for a place to rent."

"The old dockyards? You mean one of the poorest areas in the city?" Duke sighed when she nodded her head. "You really are trying to get robbed, aren't you?"

A forty minute walk got the elf and her spirit to the old dockyards area. To their surprise, the surroundings were much cleaner than what they had been expecting. In fact, it looked more like a rural fishing village than a section of a huge metropolis like Drakhaven. The tall, gray structures of the inner Port district soon gave way to smaller, more quaint buildings. There was also much more vegetation here than in the other parts of the city she'd been in, with various trees and shrubs growing along the variously painted buildings around them. It was also much less traveled, as Edelweiss only saw a few other people as she walked through. Those she did see were haggard looking humans or orcs, all of whom had tanned faces and rugged clothing.

Edelweiss asked around and was directed to numerous places that were being rented out by their owners. Apparently, business wasn't so good for the local fishery since they were getting a lot of stiff competition from the larger fishing firms. Most of the people in the area were either independent fishermen or worked for the fishery, and there had been recent layoffs. Many of the residents had left, mainly going further into the city to find work.

The elf and the spirit saw numerous spaces being rented out, but rejected each in turn for one reason or another. One place was simply too small, another was a commercial space that didn't have room for a living area or even a bath. The last one they saw seemed to have been infested with a long lost cockroach civilization, so that was out.

It was the mid-afternoon when they found the perfect place. A soft-spoken dwarf took them to a small, empty warehouse right by the docks. The smell of the sea permeated the place, as did the cool ocean breeze that blew in through several open windows. The dwarf explained that the warehouse space itself wasn't for rent, as he often used it to store some items from his business. He took them up a set of stairs which led to an upper office area.

"Five hundred square feet, one bedroom, restroom with toilet and tub," said the dwarf as he showed Edelweiss the space. "There's a kitchenette with an electric stove, no fridge so ya gotta buy that. This place also ain't connected to the 'lectric grid, but there is a generator down da stairs that takes thunder cells. I'll be given it to ya for four hundred a month. That price ain't negotiable, so don't even bother trying yer elven tricks on me. I ain't falling for none o' it."

Edelweiss walked further into the apartment and looked out the large bay windows that were in the main area. They looked down onto the docks, where she could see various fishermen working by their ships and boats.

"I suppose it's… cozy," Duke mumbled inside her head.

She unlatched one of the windows and pushed open the large glass and metal frame. A gust of ocean wind swam through, causing her light golden hair to flutter. The breeze was cool and smelled of the salty sea.

"It's perfect," the elf said aloud.

"It smells like fish," the spirit complained.

"I'll take it."

Edelweiss pulled out her grimoire and transferred 800 bits to the old dwarf's account. Half of that was for the first month's rent while the other served as a security deposit. The dwarf seemed satisfied with the transaction, and pretty soon he left the premises leaving he elf alone in her new apartment.

"Well, what now?" asked Duke.

"First of all, I'm gonna test out that shower," said Edelweiss. "I'll get myself cleaned up, get my makeup redone, then go pay my respects to the local powers that be." She popped open her knapsack and rummaged around, looking for body wash and some towels.

"You mean the cops?"

The elf snorted as she walked over towards the bathroom. "Hah. No."

After a quick shower, cold water only since the generator was off, and some minutes putting her face back on, Edelweiss got fully dressed in a fresh suit. She straightened her tie in front of the bathroom mirror, then headed back to the living area to where her luggage was. She picked up the silver briefcase and placed her thumb on the lock. The biometrics computer read her thumbprint, and a few seconds later, she heard the latches on the lock click. The lid popped open, revealing two pistols strapped inside as well as several boxes of ammunition.

One gun was a gleaming silver; the other a dark ebony. Edelweiss picked up the silver revolver and flicked at a fastening at its side. The top of the gun's frame swung down from the bottom half, allowing access to the chambers in the cylinder. If the gun had been loaded, this action would also have ejected the spent cartridges from the chambers. Instead, the elf popped open some of the ammunition boxes and began loading the cylinder with .44 caliber rounds. After all six chambers were filled, she then swung the two halves of the frame together and felt the latch automatically lock. With gun loaded, she placed it into the leather holster attached to her belt at the small of her back.

Her gaze found the black gun that was still in its place inside the briefcase. She smiled fondly and reached down to run a soft fingertip along the warm metal. Her eyes misted slightly, but before tears could form she shook her head, then closed the briefcase. The security systems reengaged the lock, sealing the contents away.

After making sure her appearance was immaculate once more, she exited the apartment and headed towards the center of the Port district. She had a visit to pay to the queen.

*****

Genevieve Strain was not a woman you wanted to mess with. For almost fifty years she's had a grip on every criminal enterprise in the Port district. Whether it was gambling, prostitution, or smuggling; if it was on the wrong side of legal then chances were that Genevieve had a finger in its pot. Her grip on the area was so strong that she even managed to keep the Syndicate from gaining ground in her territory. The Port was her kingdom; nothing happened within it that she didn't know about.

Which was quite disconcerting when one of her underlings came into her office and said that there was an elf outside that wanted to see her.

An elf? Here? she thought. What the hell is one of their kind doing so far from their upscale high rises?

"Let 'em in," she said out loud to her subordinate.

A few minutes later, the man and several of her bodyguards entered the office, leading a woman in a light gray suit inside. At least Genevieve thought it was a woman; you could never tell with elves. The bodyguards took up position surrounding the elf though they took the initiative to look as non-intimidating as possible. It would be really ugly if a fight broke out, and Genevieve wasn't certain about their chances.

The elf bowed low as she introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Strain. My name is Edelweiss. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, I know you're a busy woman."

The hell? the crime boss thought. An elf deferring to a human? She must want something.

Out loud she asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I am a Freelancer from abroad," the woman said. "I have recently just relocated here. I wish to ask for permission to operate in your territory."

Genevieve almost sighed in relief. The elf being a freelancer meant that she was broken, and thus unable to use magic. She saw that a few of her bodyguards had relaxed upon hearing the information. Idiots, she'd have to give them a thorough dressing-down later. Elves were dangerous even without magic.

"Huh. I gotta say this is surprising," Genevieve said. "I haven't had a Freelancer come to see me for my operational consent in a long time. I thought the Guild was too high and mighty to bother dealing with us riff-raff?"

Several of her men nodded in agreement, their faces scowling in distaste.

"I am not affiliated with the Freelance Guild," Edelweiss replied.

"Really?" the crime boss asked, surprised, before letting out a bark of laughter. "A freelance Freelancer? Hah! I like that." She gave the elf a smile, one that seemed to smooth out all the lines on her wrinkled face. "Fine. Ten percent of your earnings and you've got yourself a deal."

Edelweiss returned the smile. "Your terms are fair and generous. I accept. Thank you."

After the elf left, one of her underlings came up to her. "Should we keep an eye on that one, boss? An elf snooping around could prove trouble to our operations."

"No," Genevieve said. "She showed me respect by coming here and following Freelancer tradition. We'll return that respect by not messing with her. Is that clear?"

"Yeah, sure thing, boss."

"Good." she leaned back in her leather chair and smirked. An independent Freelancer, huh? She didn't think those still existed. Much like independent crime bosses, if you thought about it.

Two endangered species.

*****

Edelweiss watched the sun set through the open partitions of the bay windows in her apartment. She was seated languidly on the windowsill, enjoying the red and golden view outside. Many of the fishermen had left for home, leaving their boats tied up at the docks below.

Edelweiss reached into her pocket and drew a lighter. Shelit up a cigarette and took a puff, relishing the warmth of the smoke filling her lungs. She then exhaled, casting ghostly gray vapors out into the breeze.

"You know those things will kill you, right?" Duke asked.

"So I'll live 900 years instead of a thousand," she retorted, not for the first time. It seemed that every time she wanted to smoke a cigarette, Duke was there to warn her of the dangers of lung cancer. Must be a spirit thing.

"Well, you've certainly had a productive day."

"You can say that again," Edelweiss yawned while stretching her arms. "I am beat, and my feet are killing me. I think I'll turn in early today. We've still got a busy day tomorrow."

"Sounds like a good idea," Duke said. "Except tell me this… just where do you intend to sleep, anyway?"

The young elf blinked, then turned her eyes towards her all but empty apartment. Everything was bare except for her knapsack and briefcase, which had been left carelessly in the middle of the living area.

"Say, Duke. Tell me about that Trayd List netsite again…"



Article:
Glossary of Terms:

Aethereal Network:
Also known colloquially as the Aethernet. A vast, unlimited network of information systems, one that exists on a separate wavelength from the physical world. It is here where all information is kept, from private files to historical documents to government systems. Vast reams of commerce and entertainment are also available through the Aethernet, and all this can be acquired through the use of devices called grimoires. It is unknown how long the Aethernet has been around, though many speculate that it was constructed some time during the First Age.

Spirits: Sentient programming that oversees various sections and systems within the Aethereal Network. see also Angels and Demons.

Mikkusu: A dish originating from Malkovis in Pfeil. It consists of rice, noodles, and meat fried then baked inside an egg flour roll. Very popular due to its quick preparation and cheap ingredients.

Credit Bit: Also known colloquially as bits. A form of digital currency, most often used to pay for large purchases that make paying with gold, silver, or bronze difficult or inefficient. Though amounts may fluctuate, one bit usually equals one silver.
 
I liked it, and your decision to open with the snowbound chapter was a good one. It gives a nice hook and entertainment factor, while this sets up a more noir atmosphere that I might not have sat through without the action to catch my eye earlier.
 
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Police Procedural




Officer Aio Carter's day started out like any other. As the 411th Precinct's front desk clerk, she was never in any danger of facing the many myriad of unpleasantness that most of her fellow officers had to deal with. With the 411th's purview including the Old Dockyards, there was never a dull day for the beat cops in the precinct. Criminal activity never rested in the poorer parts of the Port District, so officers were always busy on the streets.

Such was not the case with Aio. As front desk clerk, her duties were to simply answer the phones, do the occasional filing, and deal with the public. The latter part of her duties she almost never did, as few people ever entered the front doors of the precinct. She never even got to see any suspects brought in, as the booking area had its own side entrance away from the public eye. All in all it was a pretty boring job. Although Aio would never admit it to her fellow police officers, she preferred it that way. She had heard all the horror stories of what went on out in the streets, with the gangs and the crazies, not to mention all the awful things Genevieve Strain's crew were up to. No, when it came down to it, Aio prefered the boring and mundane to its alternative. She liked it when nothing out of the ordinary happened during her shift.

Something out of the ordinary happened at 10:00 am on the dot. The front door chimed, signalling that someone had entered the building. Officer Carter looked up from her paperwork and through the force field barrier of her desk saw the most unusual sight. An elf had entered through the front doors. An actual, honest to life elf! Aio had never seen one in person before, and she was struck dumb at how beautiful this one was. Long, pale blond hair, soft pale skin, eyes the color of gold. The elf was dressed in a pressed gray suit that was tailored to her slim figure, and she walked with an elegance and grace that was almost unnatural.

"Hello," the elf said once she had reached the front desk. Even through the tinny microphone that let them speak to each other through the force field, her voice sounded wonderful.

"Uh, oh, good morning, ma'am," Officer Carter blurted out. "Oh! Or sir. Ma'am. Oh gods," the policewoman felt her face turn red.

"It's ma'am," the elf told her with a friendly smile. She didn't seem at all insulted at her confusion.

"Ma'am," Aoi continued, her cheeks still slightly warm. "What can I do for you?"

"Yes, I'm here to register as a Freelancer. I recently moved to the area," said the elf.

Wow. She'd never heard of an elf Freelancer before. "Of course. May I see your guild I.D. please?"

The elf frowned. "I'm afraid I'm not affiliated with the Freelance Guild. Is that a problem?"

"Oh, no, ma'am. I just assumed all Freelancers were part of the Guild."

"Not this one," the elf laughed.

Aio laughed as well. "Could I see your trade identification then?"

"Certainly." The elf reached into her jacket's inside pocket and pulled out her international trade booklet. A compartment to the side of the front desk opened up and she placed the book inside.

"Oh wow," Officer Carter said, "your booklet is really thick. How long have you been doing this line of work?"

The elf paused and thought for a moment. "Oh, probably around forty years or so."

Aoi was impressed. She'd heard before that elves were immortal but she'd never had proof until now. The elf standing in front of her must be ancient, but she looked like she was only in her early twenties.

"I'll only be a moment," the policewoman said. "I just need to input your information into our systems."

"Of course."

Aoi began typing at a nearby computer terminal. Name? Edelweiss. Date of Birth? 5th Age 203. Wow, that would make her 84 years old. Height? 5' 8". Weight? 105 lbs. Hair color? Blond. Eye color? Hazel.

Officer Carter looked up at the elf just to make sure that the eye color was correct. It was then that she noticed something strange. Although the elf's right eye was the natural golden colored iris with a slitted pupil, her left eye was different. The iris had the same shade of hazel-gold that the other eye did, but it had a round pupil, like a human's.

She had an artificial eye. Aoi wondered how the elf had lost her natural one, but quickly shook off the thought. It wasn't any of her business. She quickly annotated the file, making note of the elf's fake eye, then continued to copy down the basics from the trade book. After a few more minutes of typing, she was finished.

"There we go, ma'am. All done." Officer Carter returned the trade book through the desk's pop-out compartment. "You are now fully registered in the city of Drakhaven as a Freelancer. Was there anything else I can do for you today?"

"Thank you, yes," said the elf as she pocketed her booklet. "I was wondering if I could go see the Special Taskforce Unit. I have an old friend there that I'd like to visit."

"Sure," Aoi popped open the compartment again. "Please relinquish all weapons you have on your person and I can write you a pass and buzz you in."

There was a moment of hesitation with the elf before she said, "Of course." She then reached behind her and removed what looked to be an antique pistol from its holster and placed the weapon inside the compartment.

"It's beautiful," Aoi said as she picked the revolver up to examine it.

"Thank you. I take very good care of it."

"Well, rest assured that I will, too. You can pick it up on your way out."

The elf smiled. "Thank you."

*****


Detective First Class Kuro Ju Schmidt sat at his desk, sorting through the files and notes in front of him. He was a man in his late twenties, medium build, clean shaven with slicked back black hair and dark blue eyes. He was always clean and tidy, especially in appearance. His pressed black suit was never wrinkled, shoes always polished to a mirror finish, and his thin silver glasses never smudged. He was the epitome of the professional law enforcement officer.

His partner, Detective Second Class Tsuki Azul, was almost the opposite. Although he wasn't a slob per say, Detective Azul never bothered to present a pristine appearance. His suit was wrinkled, with the jacket's sleeves either too long or too short, and his shoes were often scuffed and worn. He was also a giant of a man, standing above six and a half feet tall, all muscle. Despite this he was more approachable than his partner due to the latter's usually dour demeanor as well as the former's perpetual cheery attitude.

"Schmidt, Azul," said the Chief as he strode up to their desk. He was a man in his fifties with wiry gray hair and a thick mustache. "Any progress on the smuggling case?"

Their current case had to do with the smuggling of military grade arc lances into the city. Many of the local gangs and criminals in Drakhaven were found to be suddenly armed with the heavy-duty weapons, and the Port District's Special Taskforce Unit was given the investigation because all evidence pointed to said district as the focal point for the smuggling operation.

"Well, we can rule out the local military garrisons as the source of the weaponry," Detective Schmidt said. "The arc lances we recovered were manufactured by Sesska Technologies. Our military contracts House Bernstein for all their weaponry."

"Which means that our smugglers here are getting their goodies from Aegis," Detective Azul added.

"Or, more likely, Machado. Or one of the Free Republics," Schmidt said. "Either way, these guys definitely are not domestic. They're probably pushing these things through the Ports in order to get it into the city."

"Could they be shipping it in through the Old Dockyards?" the Chief asked.

"No," Schmidt answered. "A shipment that big would attract attention there. It's more likely that they're using the main pier. There's thousands of shipments coming and going through there every day. It'd be child's play to sneak in contraband."

"Especially if you're greasing the palms of a highly-stressed, low paid dock workers," Azul said with a grin.

"Agreed," Detective Schmidt rubbed his chin in thought. "We should check the accounts of all the dockworkers, see if any irregularities show up. Maybe crosscheck their spending habits for the past few weeks."

"There are thousands of people who work at the main pier. It'll take a while," the Chief said. "We should-"

"Excuse me," interrupted the voice of Detective Third Class Tori Amarillo. "Detective Schmidt? You have a visitor."

"Who is it?" The Chief turned around, a sour frown on his face. "We're in the middle of an investigation. This isn't the time for…" The old man stopped cold when he saw what was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen standing next to Detective Amarillo.

"E-Edelweiss?" Schmidt stuttered, his face twitching in panic as soon as he saw her.

"I'm sorry for just barging in here like this, I didn't know you were busy," the woman, who the detectives could now see was an elf, bowed in apology.

"Nonsense, nonsense! Come in, make yourself at home!" The Chief laughed and waved her in.

Schmidt rolled his eyes. This was just typical of the Chief; he always lost his professionalism whenever he was faced with a pretty girl.

"Thank you," Edelweiss said as she sauntered in, making her way towards Schmidt. All of the other officers in the STU watched the proceedings with great interest.

"Edelweiss," Detective Schmidt glowered. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just came to visit," the elf remarked coyly. "I relocated here to Drakhaven, so I figured I might as well say 'hi!'"

"You… shouldn't have," Schmidt said sourly while a hand rubbed at his temples.

"So, you two know each other?" asked Azul, trying to keep an amused grin off his face.

"Oh yes," Edelweiss said before Schmidt could react. "We met a few years back when Kuro here was chasing down a suspect who fled to Leronte. I was after the same bounty, and we sort of helped each other out." The elf's golden gaze found Schmidt's. "I was very impressed," she said while biting her lower lip.

A few of the other detectives watching let out soft chuckles. They stopped when Schmidt's intimidating glare became directed at them.

"Yes, I'm proud to have Detective First Class Schmidt here working with us in the Special Taskforce Unit," the Chief announced, clapping said detective on the back. "Will you visit him often?" He asked in a hopeful tone.

"Oh, yes, definitely."

"No. Definitely not."

There was a long, awkward pause as all the cops in the room looked from the elf, to the detective, then back again.

"Can I speak to you alone?" Schmidt asked.

"Of course," Edelweiss answered.

The detective grabbed the elf none too gently by the shoulder and all but dragged her to the hallway outside.

"What are you doing here?" he finally asked when they were alone.

"I told you, I just moved here," she told him. "Leronte is kind of a bit dangerous for me right now. I kind of pissed off the Families."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Schmidt rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I decided to relocate here to Drakhaven," Edelweiss explained with a shrug. "It is where I was born after all, and I haven't been here in years."

"Really?" The detective frowned. He never would have thought that someone like her would be a native of Pfeil. "I never knew that."

"Of course," the elf's lips turned up into a teasing smile. "What, did you think I'd move here just for you?"

Schmidt sighed. "Of course not. Now what is it that you want from me exactly?"

"How about a date?" Edelweiss sidled up to the detective and began caressing his arm. "You can take me out to an expensive restaurant. Then a movie. Play your cards right and I may or may not let you kiss me at the end of the night."

"No thanks."

"Awww," the elf took a step back and pouted in mock disappointment. "Oh well. I guess I'll settle for any help you can give me regarding jobs in the area."

"Seriously? You came all the way down here for that?"

"Well, I am new to the city. I haven't gotten my name out there yet, and you don't know how hard it is for Freelancers to get started out in a new place. I'm not even asking you to do anything shady, I just want you to steer me in the right direction in case you hear of anyone who might need some problems solved."

"I see." The detective seemed to think about her proposition for a moment. "Then you'll leave me alone?"

Edelweiss grinned. "I promise to do my very best."

Schmidt gritted his teeth. "Fine. I'll call you if I hear anything." The two clicked their grimoires together, like one would clink two wine glasses in a cheer, which caused both devices to exchange their users' contact information.

"Thanks, Kuro. I owe you one," said Edelweiss.

"Yes you do, Ms. Edelweiss," Schmidt replied as he pocketed his grimoire.

"Tsk, still so formal." She gave the detective a departing grin, then turned around. "I'll catch you later, Detective First Class Schmidt." She then sauntered down the hall, an extra sway in her hips.

The detective watched her go, a small frown on his lips.

"Hey, Schmidt!" he heard Azul call him from inside the STU office. "If you're done making out with your girlfriend, why don't you get back in here? We got work to do!" Laughter followed his words.

Schmidt took off his glasses, then rubbed at his aching forehead. He was going to be hearing about this all day, wasn't he?

*****

"You enjoyed that far too much."

"Oh, hush.


*****


Upon exiting the station house, Edelweiss was met with an awful surprise. Less than an hour ago she had left a brand spanking new rental car right right in front of the station. Now, In the parking space where said rental car had been, she found only the barest frame of a vehicle held up by four cement cinder blocks. The tires, engine, seats, and radio were all stripped out.

"Well, there goes your deposit," Duke stated flatly.

"How could this have happened?" Edelweiss asked herself. "We were parked in front of a damn police station!"

"They got quite the enterprising young hoodlums in these parts," Duke replied.

Edelweiss sighed, then gave a half-hearted kick at what was left of her rental. As soon as her foot hit the metal, the car alarm suddenly began blaring. Several passers-by stopped to look at the source of the commotion.

"Hey! That elf is trying to steal that car!"

"Quick! Call the police!"

The elf started to rub at her aching temples. "And this day started out so well, too."

"Look on the bright side, kiddo. At least you won't have to go very far to make a police report."

 
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THREE
Finding a Job, Part One



It was the beginning of another day. Upon rising at 6:00 am on the dot, Edelweiss performed her morning rituals (which consisted of a quick shower, brushing her teeth, and a full hour of coming out all the tangles in her long hair) before getting started on breakfast. Today she decided on frying up two eggs, then serving them with toast, bacon and hash browns. She'd also have a nice tall glass of cold orange juice along with several slices of golden Machado apples.

Such a breakfast was a feast compared to the last few weeks when all she had eaten were granola bars and military rations. Said meal was only possible due to her brand new kitchen appliances, each recently bought through the power of aethernet commerce. She had bought a stove, refrigerator, and toaster to pad out her once empty kitchenette area.

"You know with what you eat, you'll eventually get fat when your metabolism slows down," complained Duke.

She sat down at her (brand new) kitchen table to devour her breakfast. Duke, who was visible at the moment, (minus the mount) was seated behind a large wooden desk that featured prominently in the living area, which also doubled as her office space. The desk was placed facing away from the large bay windows, with two chairs turned towards the table to be used by clients during meetings.

"Elf metabolism never slows down, Duke," Edelweiss said, relishing the taste of the fried eggs as she munched down.

"Tch, not the point," Duke sighed, leaning back against the leather armchair he was seated in. "You should eat more healthy things, kid. You already have enough bad habits like smoking, you don't need to add high cholesterol to the list."

"I'll think about it," Edelweiss said as she continued to chow down on some greasy bacon.

"Well, while you think about that, how about you think about your bank account too?" asked the spirit. "All this furniture, plus the car, and the fuel rods for the generator ain't cheap. All in all you've eaten up most of your savings with all these recent purchases."

"Uh huh," the elf said absently while chewing on some toast.

"I'm serious here, Ed. You've only got around 400 bits to your name."

Edelweiss blinked. "Wow, that much? I thought I had less than 200, actually. Hmm… I can still afford that new VR game system that just came out."

Duke stared blankly at her. "You're kidding, right?"

"I'm kidding," Edelweiss smirked. "Don't worry, I'm planning on looking for some jobs today."

"Oh? How are you gonna do that? Nobody's answered your ads, your cop pal hasn't called with any leads, and we've had no walk-ins."

"Simple," the elf said. "We do it the old fashioned way."


*****

Edelweiss thought that there was no better feeling than driving through the busy streets in a brand new convertable. Well, technically the car she was driving wasn't new. It was new to her, but as for it's age… well, the thing was probably older than she was. As soon as she saw it though she knew she had to buy it.

The car was classic, a 5A 168 Fairlady sports coup. Cherry red, two seater, 5-speed manual transmission; the car was a work of art. Unfortunately, as one would expect from a vehicle more than a century old, it had its problems. Edelweiss had noted some rust on the undercarriage, as well as small dings and imperfections on the body. Also, some time in it's life the car had been converted to run on fuel rods instead of gasoline; thus the distinctive roar of an ignition engine was replaced with the soft whirrs of an electric one. It was probably for the best though since a truly original Fairlady would be beyond Edelweiss' means. Besides, gasoline was expensive as hell and very hard to procure. As it was, the car had cost twice what she had originally budgeted to spend on a used car. Duke had grumbled all the way home when she bought it.

The streets weren't too packed today as she drove through, keeping the speed under the limit but still enjoying the wind in her hair. Her destination was Pleasant Street, a well known part of the Port District where most of the dock workers and sailors came in their off-times. The area had numerous points of interest for the hard working men of the Port, most notably brothels, strip clubs, and pornography shops. But it was the dive bars that interested Edelweiss, the kind of sleazy joints where most of those down on their luck went to forget their problems. Such places were also great sources of news, as well as leads to anyone in need of a Freelancer.

Edelweiss parked her car a block away from a speakeasy called The Tap House. Word on the aethernet forums was that this was the place to be to find interesting things. To be frank, "interesting things" probably meant drugs, but Edelweiss was optimistic enough to convince herself that she'd find something.

"Could you wait in the car, this time?" she asked Duke as she exited the vehicle. "Fry anybody who touches it, okay?"

"Sure," the spirit replied in a bored tone.

The interior of the Tap House was about as drab as its outside. Boring wood walls, sticky hardwood flooring, with numerous tables and chairs arranged throughout the space. The thick aroma of cigar smoke hung in the air, as did the older scents of cheap alcohol and vomit. Edelweiss headed straight for the bar and gave the dwarf barkeep a friendly smile.

"A pint of ale, please," she told him as she sat down on one of the tall bar stools.

The dwarf grunted, then poured her a glass from the tap. He was tall for a dwarf, around 5'4" and had the usual unruly facial hair all dwarves seemed to possess. His was a dark red, the color of which matched both his thinning hair and bushy eyebrows.

"What's a posh girlie like you doin' in this neighborhood?" he asked while passing her the drink.

Edelweiss shrugged while taking a sip. Wow, that was really watered down. She took another gulp before replying, "Oh, you know. Times are tough nowadays. Just looking for some work."

The dwarf frowned. "Now look here, I won't have none of that going on in my place! If you want to look for customers, go stand at the street corners like yer supposed to!"

Edelweiss paused in her drinking before she gave the dwarf a vicious glare. "Do I look like a whore to you?"

"Whoa, easy now, lassie," the barkeep flinched. "No offense meant, I've just been getting a lot of low-lives comin' in here trying to sell their drugs or their bodies. My regulars don't need none of that. My apologies."

The elf nodded, then continued sipping her drink. "When I meant job, I meant something more on the up and up. Do you know anybody who might need a problem solved?"

"Problem solved? Are you a Freelancer?"

Edelweiss nodded.

"May I see your Guild card?"

The elf shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I am not affiliated with the Freelance Guild."

"But, I thought all Freelancers belonged to the guild," the dwarf said. "I don't wanna get in no trouble with the law here, girlie…"

Edelweiss sighed. "Look, despite what the Guild may want others to believe, you don't have to be a member of theirs to operate as a Freelancer. I assure you, independent contractors such as myself are very much legal."

"I see," said the dwarf, his tone implying that he was very skeptical.

The elf sighed again. "I'm also much cheaper."

She saw the barkeep's eyes light up upon hearing the magic words. "Ya know," he said, "I might just have a job for ya."

A few minutes later, Edelweiss exited the pub. Upon walking back to her car, she spotted a peculiar sight. Three bodies were laying on the sidewalk right next to the Fairlady. When she got closer she saw that the bodies belonged to three slightly singed teenagers who were unconscious.

After getting into the driver's seat and starting up the engine, she turned to Duke who was sitting in the passenger's seat with hat over eyes, pretending to be asleep.

"Any trouble?" she asked him.

"Nope," the spirit answered. "Nothin' I couldn't handle, anyway."


*****


The drive to their destination took less than ten minutes. Edelweiss parked next to a dingy apartment building, one which had numerous graffiti marks sprayed across its facade. Once again, she told Duke to stay in the car, and once again he gave her a snarky remark.

The interior of the apartment complex was not an improvement. There was trash lining all the hallways and the walls were vandalized with more graffiti. She took the stairs to the third floor, dodging a rat on the way up, whereupon she began to look for room 308.

"I need you to look for a regular of mine," the dwarf barkeep had told her. "Name's Borghi. Borghi Ironskull. He's usually here almost every night, drinkin a pint or two after his job at the docks. Nice guy, even if he sings when he's drunk. Problem is he stopped comin' by about two weeks ago. Have'na seen neither beard nor hair of him since then!"

Afterwards, the barkeep had given Edelweiss the address for the errant dwarf, which he had since Borghi kept a tab at the Tap House.

The door to 308 looked sturdy enough, and there was no garbage stacked up outside the apartment which already made it a hundred times better than the rest of the building. Edelweiss walked up to the door and knocked.

Nothing.

She knocked again.

Once more, only silence.

"I don't think he's home."

Edelweiss flinched. "Damn it, Duke! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I wasn't sneakin. You just weren't payin' attention."

"Whatever," the elf rolled her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be with the car?"

"No need," Duke said. "A group of hoodlums tried to mess with the car, so I zapped 'em. A lotta folk saw it happen, and they're warning everybody in the neighborhood to keep away from it."

"Well, that's handy."

"Yup."

Edelweiss knocked once more. Again, there was no answer. She tried to turn the doorknob, but it was locked. She looked closer at the lock itself, noting that it was an electronic type with a keypad.

"Duke, can you hack this lock?"

"No sweat." After a few seconds, the keypad display turned green and the lock disengaged. "Easy peasy."

Edelweiss pushed the door open and peaked inside. The apartment was a studio with a small bathroom and tiny kitchenette area. The place was a mess, though the cause was less a sloppy tennant and more of what looked to be an massive interior tornado. Drawers had been strewn open, its contents dumped to the floor; closets had been ransacked and even the mattress on the bed had been tossed off.

"Well, someone was looking for something," said Duke.

"Looks like it," Edelweiss began to look around. "Seems as if this simple job isn't going to be as simple as I hoped it would be."


*****


The two spent about an hour going through Borghi Ironskull's apartment. Whoever had turned over the place had done a thorough job, as nothing of interest seemed to have been left. Still, there were plenty of clues to find even in the leftovers.

"This is a 40-inch Panavision holographic display," Edelweiss remarked as she examined the television. She looked around the floor next to it and found a small black device. "And this is a mini-touch Semiramis Grimoire, limited edition."

Duke had materialized and was pointing to the inside of a closet. "There's a lot of designer outfits in Mr. Ironskull's wardrobe as well. Now where do you suppose a simple dockworker who lives in this squalid slumhole would get the cash to afford all these neat little toys?"

"Definitely not at his job, that's for sure," Edelweiss said while sorting through a stack of Broghi's pay stubs. According to the paperwork he worked for Larann Shipping Company and they paid him a measly eight bits per hour. "Looks like we'll need to pay Larann S.C. a visit."

As they exited the apartment, Edelweiss was relieved to see that her Fairlady was still in one piece. The thugs who Duke had electrocuted were all gone, most likely dragged away by their friends or woke up by themselves and then ran off. It was at times like these that she was glad to have an ex-demon on her payroll, even if she didn't actually pay him anything.


*****


Larann Shipping Company was a small shipping firm which operated out of the Dockyards. They had a fleet of about five ships and handled mostly medium-sized cargo. According to their online public manifests, the company mainly did business in Pfeil, Aegis, and the Free Republics.

"Hello there," greeted Edelweiss as she entered their Dockyard office.

"Uh, hello," the scrawny human clerk blurted out in greeting. He seemed surprised to see an elf walk into his place of business, though such a reaction was common for Edelweiss. "Can I help you, miss?"

"Yes, my name is Edelweiss and I am a Freelancer," she passed her business card to him, a simple white card with her name and information on it. "I was hired by the family members of one of your employees, a Mr. Borghdi Ironskull. He's disappeared and they're worried about him." It was a lie, but it sure sounded better than telling him that his barkeep wanted him found.

"O-oh?" the clerk seemed nervous upon hearing the name. "I… I never knew Borghi had any family."

Edelweiss smiled. "We all have families. Oh, can I have your name, please?"

For a moment, the human looked like he was about to refuse. "Er, I'm Ying Fletcher."

"I see," Edelweiss pulled out her Grimoire and began to jot down some notes. "And how long have you been working here, Mr. Fletcher?"

"Um, two years," the clerk replied. "W-why are you asking this exactly?"

"Just curious," the elf jotted down that information as well. "So, about Mr. Ironskull…"

"Yes! Yes, Borghi." The clerk seemed very happy to talk about something other than himself.

"When was the last time he came to work?"

"Oh, well, let me check. Um…" Fletcher typed something on his computer. "Ah. According to this, he hasn't been to work in about two weeks."

"I see. Does it say why?"

The clerk looked at the information. "No."

"Okay," Edelweiss then looked the clerk in the eye. "One more question, Mr. Fletcher. How long have you known that Mr. Ironskull was being payed to smuggle things into the country?"

Fletcher paled. "W-what? What are you talking about? No! I… no!"

"Easy, buddy. Calm down," she raised her hands as if in surrender. "Look, whatever little operation you've got going on here, I don't care. I'm not the police, Mr. Fletcher. I'm just a Freelancer. All I was hired to do was find Borghi Ironskull."

"R-really?" Fletcher asked, still trembling in terror.

"Really," Edelweiss nodded, then put her hands down. "Now why don't you tell me, from the top, what's going on and where I can find Ironskull."

"W-well, I don't know what happened to Borghi," Fletcher said. "I swear to the gods I don't. When he disappeared though, I knew it had something to do with the late night crew."

"Late night crew?"

"Yeah. For the last few months the boss has this thing going, where a few of the guys stayed late after hours to deal with some extra cargo. It was supposed to be overtime pay, no big deal right? But then I noticed that the guys on the crew weren't getting overtime and that none of the hours they worked at night was on the books. I asked the boss about it and he got really mad, told me to forget about it or I was fired." Fletcher paused for a moment to lick his dry lips. "I really need this job, you see, so I kept quiet. Boss even passed me a few extra gold pieces, off the books, I'm guessing for keeping my mouth shut. But then it all changed two weeks ago. Borghis stopped coming to work, and the boss is acting all scared."

"Scared?" asked Edelweiss. "How?"

"Well, you know. Frazzled. Jumping at shadows. Always in the bad mood. It was in his eyes, something really spooked the hell out of him."

"I see," Edelweiss said. So, that night two weeks ago during the late night shift, something happened to Borghi while they were in the middle of smuggling whatever it was they smuggled. The boss got scared and was freaked out, so much so that the clerk noticed his behavior. "You're boss. Could I talk to him, please?"

The clerk frowned. "Well, that's gonna be a problem."

"Oh?" Edelweiss raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Fletcher said. "The boss hasn't come to work in three days."

Oh dear.





Glossary of Terms

Freelancer: An individual not affiliated with any nation, company, or group that performs various duties for money. Not to be confused with mercenaries, since the latter's duties are more focused on combat matters. Freelancers have been known to do any job, from mundane to martial, from legal to illegal. In previous ages, they have been known as adventurers.

Angels: Spirits designed to protect various systems and subsystems within the Aethernet. They can be found everywhere, from personal grimoires to military networks. Any system that requires security protection has an angel guarding it. Some angels are old, created during the foundation of the Aethernet, and thus have become very powerful. They protect the fabric of the Aethernet itself.

Demons: Spirits designed to attack and break into secured networks. Very malicious. See also Fallen.
 
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Looking great, cant wait to see how this goes together.
You're doing good dangling connecting plot hooks to keep a reader engaged. Police looking into ark lances that might have been in the first chapter, and a dead dwarf that knew too much.
 
Four
Gunelf
FOUR
Finding a Job, Part Two




The case had gotten quite complicated. What was originally a simple missing persons' case had suddenly ballooned into a mystery involving smugglers and possibly even more missing people. The clerk had informed us that not only had the owner of Larann Shipping Company not shown up for the past three days but that the other men who worked the so-called "late night shift" had all quit right after Borghi's disappearance. Something told her that this was just the tip of the iceberg and that something bigger lay under the surface as of yet remaining unseen.

Edelweiss also realized that she probably wasn't getting paid enough for this job. She wondered if she should just drop the job based on the effort not being worth the return. In the end, though, the Freelancer decided to stay with it; She was a professional, after all, and professionals finished the work they agreed to do. Besides, this was her first job in Drakhaven. She couldn't just drop it since she had a reputation she needed to build up.

The owner of Larann Shipping, an Asahi Gardner, lived alone in a two-story condo in one of the Port District's nicer neighborhoods. It was an upper-middle-class area, with tree-lined streets and the occasional green lawn. There were also numerous cars parked at the side of the streets, and none of them were missing any tires so Edelweiss guessed the crime rate here to be pretty low. Low enough that she was comfortable to take Duke with her instead of leaving him to guard the car.

The sun was high overhead when Edelweiss knocked on Gardner's door. There was no answer to the first as well as the several repeated attempts.

"I don't think he's home," Duke remarked.

She tried the doorknob, but alas, it was locked. The lock itself was a mechanical one so she couldn't have Duke open it like last time. Gardner's front entrance was also way too out in the open to try lockpicking the door. Thankfully, the condo was on the ground floor, so she and Duke walked around to the back of the property, trying to find an alternate entrance.

"Up there," Duke pointed.

Sure enough, there was a half-open window on the second floor. Edelweiss grinned and took off, nimbly climbing a nearby pipe to get near the window. The elf then leaped, landing gracefully atop the windowsill, her delicate fingers grasping the edges of the windowpane. She opened up the window, then slid inside.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the shadows within. Once they did, she saw that she was in the master bedroom. The closet was empty, as were the dresser drawers that were left open. The bed was unmade and all the curtains were drawn.

"Huh, someone turned this place over, too?" Edelweiss asked as she began to look around. The more she searched, the more she doubted that the mess in the room was the result of a break-in. None of the furniture was damaged, and it was relatively clean though empty. It looked less like someone was looking for something and more like the occupant himself packed up and left in a hurry.

A search of the rest of the condo showed the same scene. All the furniture and appliances were clean, and nothing had been dumped on the floor like it was in Borghi Ironskull's apartment. In the study, Edelweiss found a safe. Duke hacked its electronic lock open, but the inside was empty. Nothing valuable or interesting to be found.

Edelweiss had a hunch. "Duke, can you check all the flights that left Drakhaven in the last three days? Check for Gardner's name on any of them."

"Sure thing," the spirit said. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up again. "Got it. Although there were no Asahi Gardners on any of the passenger manifests, a flight was booked and paid for through one of his credit cards. It was for a one-way trip to Sica, and it left about three days ago."

The elf let out a low whistle. "That is one long trip. I'm guessing he wanted to put a lot of miles between him and whoever he was running from."

"You think so?"

Edelweiss nodded. "I'm starting to get a picture of what happened. Mr. Gardner here, along with a few of his employees, were illegally smuggling something into the city. Two weeks ago, something happened; something so terrible that Borghi Ironskull disappeared and the rest of the late night crew quit their positions the following day. Ever since then, Gardner's been acting skittish, until three days ago when he bought a ticket, packed up most of his belongings, and flew half-way across the world."

"Could Gardner have killed Ironskull?" Duke asked. "It'd explain his behavior. He was probably afraid of getting arrested."

"Doubtful," Edelweiss said. "If that were the case, then he would've bought a ticket to a country that doesn't have an extradition treaty with Pfeil. Sica does. No, I'm betting he was running from someone, most likely the people who were paying him to smuggle in whatever it was that they were smuggling." She sighed. "Besides, I'm still hoping that Borghi's still alive. Call me an optimist but there's no evidence that he's dead."

A sudden rapping from the front door stopped their conversation. Edelweiss froze, listening to the loud pounding continue.

"We know you're in there, Gardner!" a gruff voice shouted from beyond the door.

Edelweiss bit her lip, trying to ponder what the best way was to handle the situation. "I don't suppose you can go and see who's behind the door?" she whispered.

"You know as well as I do that my view of the physical realm is purely constrained to your perception," Duke answered. "If you can't see, hear, or smell it, then I can't either."

"Well, shucks." Edelweiss made her way to the hallway where the front door was located in. "What should I do?" The knocking became even more insistent. "Do you think I should I open it?"

Duke didn't get a chance to answer since someone on the other side got very impatient and decided to kick the door open. Said door slammed loudly against the wall, it's frame cracked apart where the lock used to be. Outside, framed by the now open entrance, stood two very large humans. Although they were dressed smartly, they had an air of thuggishness that the expensive business suits they wore just couldn't hide. The term "gorilla in a suit" very much applied to these two.

There was a long pause as both parties stared at one another. Edelweiss was at a loss as to what she should do at the moment, while the two thugs were shocked upon seeing an elf appear right in front of them. The silence continued for some time, as both groups continued to gape at one another.

"Um," Edelweiss said before all hell broke loose.

Her words seemed to have broken the thugs out of their stunned silence, as both immediately reached into their jackets. Edelweiss cursed and did the same, reaching behind her to draw her revolver. The gorillas managed to pull out their weapons first, and soon they began shooting their arc wands towards the elf.

The first arc wand shot off a burst of green plasma which barely missed Edelweiss' shoulder and smacked into the wall behind her, singing it black. The other wand began to cool the temperature around its tip until the water molecules in the air condensed into a solid state. The chunk of ice was then launched at sonic speeds, directed at the elf's head. Edelweiss managed to dodge in the nick of time, and the ice chunk smashed into a framed photograph on the wall.

She dropped to her knees and aimed her gun, firing once the sights aligned with the nearest man's center of mass. Two loudcracks filled the small hallway along with the acrid scent of gunpowder, followed some seconds later by the sound of one of the men dropping, two forty-four caliber holes drilled into his chest.

The man with the ice wand took aim and fired, but Edelweiss was already moving. She deftly rolled out of the hallway and into the adjoining living room, quickly shuffling behind a large leather couch for cover. The remaining thug entered the room and began to pepper the area with ice. Wooden tables cracked and shattered, walls were pierced, and the leather cushions of the couch all but burst out with its interior fluff. After five full seconds of shooting, the man's arc wand began to beep as its barrel overheated. He cursed and quickly ducked behind the wall next to the entrance, waiting for his weapon to cool down.

Edelweiss popped up from behind the couch and took aim. She had seen him take cover behind the wall and aligned her sights towards its blank, white surface. The elf pulled the trigger, and her bullet easily penetrated the thin plaster and wood to find its target's soft flesh. There was a loud thud heard when the thug fell dead to the floor, a large, gaping wound at the base of his skull.

Edelweiss was breathing heavily as she stood up, revolver still at the ready. She carefully made her way towards the hallway. After making certain that both humans were dead, she slumped against a wall and let out a long breath.

"Are you alright?" asked Duke.

"Yeah, I think so." She wiped at her sweaty forehead and smiled. "I really was not expecting a gunfight today."

Duke snorted. "I'm just surprised that you get into so few of them, with how reckless you sometimes act."

"Fair enough." Edelweiss made her way over to one of the men and checked him over. He didn't have any identification on him, but she did find something troubling on the dead man's right wrist. It was a tattoo of a black dragon's wing.

Edelweiss sat back down and shook her head. "These guys are with the Syndicate."

"Well, kid," Duke said. "You just keep finding yourself getting deeper and deeper into bad shit, don't you?"





After leaving the scene of the shootout, Edelweiss made one last stop at Larann Shipping Company. From the ever-helpful clerk, Fletcher, they were able to get the names and addresses of all the former late-night crew members. She also informed him that he should probably start looking for another job, as his employer had just left for another country. Needless to say, the clerk didn't take the news very well.

There were eight names on the list. The first proved no good, as his apartment was empty when Edelweiss arrived. From the neighbors she found out that the man and his family had moved away some two weeks ago.

The second name on the list was just as helpful. Although he was home, he absolutely refused to talk to Edelweiss and even threatened to call the police if she didn't leave him alone.

She got lucky on the third name. The dwarf in question, a Ludgi Forgeson, had agreed to meet with and discuss the events that happened the night Broghi disappeared. Ironically enough, Forgeson wanted to meet at the Tap House, the same dive bar that had started this whole escapade.

So when she met Ludgi, she made sure to inform her client, the bartender. The bar was closed early for the day and both of them sat at the table Ludgi had taken, eager to hear about what happened to poor Borghi.

"It was just like every night," Ludgi Forgeson began. "We would work after our hours, unloading and moving the cargo."

"What was your cargo?" Edelweiss asked.

"Weapons," Ludgi said. "Arc lances, grenades, some wands. It was all military grade stuff. The boys and me were all a bit worried as to where all that hardware was going, but, well… we needed the money so we all kept our mouths shut and just did the work. It was damned good money, too, until Borghi had to fuck it all up."

"Borghi?" asked the barkeep.

"Yeah," Ludgi shook his head, then began to stroke his long, gray beard. "Like I said, we were unloading the cargo, just like every other night, when these two humans come in. Big bastards, too; almost as tall as orcs. They talked to the boss, sounded really angry. Then they went over to Borghi. They started yelling at him, slapping him around. They accused him of stealing some of the cargo, of selling it on the streets to local hoods and gang bangers."

"Did he?" Edelweiss asked.

"Probably!" laughed Ludgi. "That dumb son of a bitch. It made sense now how he was able to afford all that expensive shit he kept showing off. Boss paid us well for our work, but not that well. I guess Borghi was snatchin' some of the merchandise, then sneaking out with it to sell. He was stupid to think that the buyers wouldn't notice." The dwarf sighed, shaking his head. "Poor, stupid Borghi."

"Please," said the Barkeep. "What happened to him?"

Ludgi frowned. "After roughing up Borghi some, he then admits to it. Tells them it was him and that he was sorry and that he'd pay them all back. Stupid. One of the bastards then takes out a wand and just shoots him dead right there." The dwarf rubbed his eyes. "Everybody 'cept the boss and me ran. I didn't run cuz I was brave or nothing, ya see. I didn't run 'cause I was scared shitless. My damned feet wouldn't move!

"So there we were, the boss and me too terrified to even breathe, those two goons standing around lookin' so proud, and poor Borghi on the floor, dead as rocks. The humans then go over to the boss and starts threatenin' him, saying that since it was one of his employees that screwed them over, then he was responsible fer payin' them back. They said they'd be back for the money later, and said they'd kill him if he didn't have it."

Well, that explained why Gardner flew to the other side of the planet, thought Edelweiss.

"After that, we just ran," Ludgi said. "All of us. We ran. I guess that's one revenge we got on those fuckin' human twats. When they killed poor Borghi, they wanted us to see. They wanted to show us what would happen to people who fucked with 'em, right? Well, that sure backfired on them. All they managed to do was scare off their smugglers. It probably woulda worked if we all've been some hardened criminal types, but we weren't! We were just folk, desperate folk, who needed money to pay the bills. We wouldn't keep workin' fer sons of bitches like that! In the end, all those two managed to do was screw themselves."

After the dwarf's story, there was silence in the bar. The silence stretched, as the elf and the barkeep tried to digest the information that had just been revealed.

"Ludgi," Edelweiss said, breaking the silence. "Where's Borghi?"





The smuggling took place in a warehouse not far from Larann Shipping, in a part of the docks that saw little to no traffic at night. The sun was setting when Edelweiss arrived, lending the place a somber, abandoned air.

The warehouse was not locked. Upon opening the door, her nose became assaulted by the unmistakable stench of a decaying corpse. Edelweiss took out a handkerchief and placed it over her nose and mouth. She then entered the dark warehouse, using the screen on her grimoire as a flashlight.

All around her were unopened crates of what she assumed were heavy grade military weapons. They all lay on the floor or in piles, all forgotten despite how valuable they would be on the black market. Ludgi was right, the Syndicate did screw themselves. She doubted they had the manpower in the Port District to move all this material; without the smugglers, all these weapons were just heavy paperweights.

Finally, she found Borghi. He was lying near the center of the warehouse, in between two crates. He was badly decomposing, though his light brown beard and hair looked to be fine. Edelweiss could also make out the blackened flesh of a plasma burn on the side of his face and neck.

Poor Borghi. Sang when he drank Borghi. Stupid Borghi. Got too greedy Borghi.

Now forever dead Borghi.

"Duke, you better call the police," she said.

"On it," the spirit responded.

Edelweiss knelt next to the body, then reached over and closed its pale eyes. She decided to stay there, next to him, until the police arrived. He'd been alone all this time, it just seemed right not to leave his side.

"I found you," she told him.




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Glossary of Terms:

Akashic Rune Channeler
: also known as arc weaponry. Weapons that use akashic runes to cast recorded spells. Because of the use of runes, the operator of the weapon does not need to be a mage. Although the most common spell used by most arc weapons is plasma bolt, others may also be utilized; some examples include: lightning, ice shard, and fireball. Larger, rifle-sized arc weapons are called arc lances. The smaller, pistol-sized variety are called arc wands.

Akashic Rune: Hard drives that are capable of writing and reading aethereal programming. These runes allow those not versed in the science of magic to cast spells. The typical akashic rune drive can hold about 100 zettabytes of information, or one to two spells.

Pfeil Syndicate: A large criminal organization that originates from the Pfeil Empire. Their territory encompasses most of the empire's major cities and they are responsible for the vast majority of criminal activity within its borders. The Syndicate was originally an all-human organization, but in recent years they have allowed other races, such as orcs and dwarves, to join their ranks. The Syndicate's symbol is the black dragon's wing, and many of its members tattoo themselves with it in order to show their devotion to the organization.
 
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- Lessons in Magic
Gunelf
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Lessons in Magic



The two students sat next to each other, side by side, at a large desk in their manor's vast library. The tutor stood in front of them as he taught, pointing out figures and equations from the holographic display board behind him. The lights in the library had been dimmed to facilitate a more academic atmosphere similar to the arcane lessons of the past. The chill in the air had always been there, as the mansion was quite old.

"Now," stated the tutor with a clap of his hand. "Let's do a bit of a review, shall we?"

The older student, a pretty child with flaxen hair that was almost white, nodded. She was always an eager student, always hungering for more knowledge in the science of the arcane.

Her younger brother, a child of similar beauty but with dark brown hair that was almost red, merely looked on. Despite being a good student, he lacked the thirst for knowledge and drive of his older, more gifted sister.

"Which one of you can tell me what the four pillars of magic are?" asked the tutor.

The blond child answered quickly. "The four pillars of magic are solids, liquids, gas, and plasma."

"Very good," said the instructor. "As you may remember, these four states of matter are the foundations for all the spells that you will be casting. It is through the manipulation of electrons, temperature, and pressure, that allows us to initiate a phase shift. Thus, we are able to shape matter itself. That is what magic truly is. In fact, many call it the purest form of science.

"In ancient times, these pillars were called the four elements: earth, water, wind, and fire respectively. We have come a long way since then, and our methods are much more refined when compared to even the previous Age's. It is only through the diligent study of these methods that will allow you to be great and powerful scientists."

The old elf coughed before continuing. "Well, then, who can tell me what a phase affinity is?"

Once again, the blond student spoke up. "Phase affinity is a mage's specialization or area of expertise. They can focus on one of the four to become masters of that pillar."

"Correct, for the most part," the tutor said. "Though the term 'mage' is a bit archaic. I know it's still used in some circles, but it has no place in the scientific field. Please use the term 'scientist' from now on."

"Yes, sir," said the child.

"Now, why don't we see just how far in your affinities you two have come?"

Both children grinned, eager to get hands-on with actual spell crafting. They sat up higher in their seats and held their hands up, one palm facing each other. The young students then closed their eyes and began concentrating.

Within moments, an event began to occur. From the blond student's hands, a spark began to form. The spark began to get larger and larger until suddenly, currents of electricity started to flare up. Soon a single, unified current of lightning flowed from one of the girl's hands to the other.

Meanwhile, the boy also had sparks flaring up in his hands. The small sparks crackled and blazed, and eventually, they combined into one bright, orange flame.

"Good, good," said the tutor, the smile on his face matching the children's. "You shall both be great scientists in the future! That much is quite obvious to me."
 
Five
Gun Elf
FIVE
Shopping Excursion




At the southern-most part of the Old Docks area, there's a gigantic trash dump called the Grave of Wrecks. It had originally started as a place where ships that were either too old or damaged beyond repair would be abandoned by their owners. For centuries it was a well known if creepy locale in Drakhaven, and often tourists from the world over would visit to see the ancient abandoned vessels in their final resting place. Over time though, the place became less popular and soon other items began to get dumped there: wrecked cars, regular trash, obsolete air vessels, medical wastes. Even the occasional dead body was found. The Grave of Wrecks soon got a reputation for being an unseemly place, and it wasn't long before the less savory types moved in: criminals, felons on the run; hell, there was a big bandit gang operating there at one point before Freelancers got hired to clean them out. But it wasn't until the goblins moved in that the Grave of Wrecks became a civilized locale for the first time in centuries.

Goblins, as many of us know, live in trash heaps and refuse dumps. It was often by choice, too, as the little green people were a very hardy bunch and found many uses for the stuff that most other folk would throw away. They are a race of famous tinkerers, capable of turning piles of trash into various useful (if somewhat less than safe) gizmos. Unfortunately, the goblins' lifestyle has earned them the derision of other races. Despite their immunity to diseases, goblins are seen by many as nothing less than dirty vermin and were often blamed as the carrier of plagues during less enlightened times. Regardless of their hardships, (or perhaps because of them) goblin communities, whenever and wherever they spring up, remain strong and united. This was how the goblins in the Grave of Wrecks were able to kick out the criminal element and make a home for themselves there among the maze of ship and salvage.

"You always take me to the most fancy places," Duke grumbled as he looked up at the tall spires of metal and plastic surrounding him. His skeletal horse grunted in agreement as it clomped along the metal deck they were crossing.

"Stop complaining," Edelweiss told him as she walked through the "streets" of the Grave of Wrecks. "This place is amazing. Over a thousand years of trash transformed into a thriving city. This might be the largest goblin settlement in the world."

"And that's what worries me."

"Come on, Duke. Don't tell me you're one of those idiots who don't like goblins."

The spirit snorted. "Kiddo, I don't like anybody, goblin or otherwise. Besides, I've known these things for a lot longer than you've been alive. It may be politically correct nowadays to view 'em as nothing more than poor oppressed folk that did nothin' wrong, but like I said. I'm older than most things alive nowadays. I know how ugly history is and can be."

Edelweiss looked up at him. "Oh? And how ugly is the goblins' history?"

"Well, let's just say that these poor little oppressed people like to do some oppressing of their own. They've been known to bind spirits to their service, without said spirits' consent."

The elf frowned. "You mean slavery?"

Duke chuckled. "No. Slaves can escape, hell, some are even known to be freed. But spirit contracts, like my own with you, are for life. And goblins live for a long time; maybe not as long as you elves do, but three to four centuries ain't nothin' to sneeze at. That's a long, long time to serve somebody you never, ever wanted to be with in the first place."

"I see," Edelweiss said, her cheer at exploring the goblin settlement somewhat dashed.

"Look, I ain't trying to rain on your parade or anything," Duke said. "I just want you to be careful. Not all of these goblin folk are gonna be slavin' assholes with skeletons in their closets; hell, most of them probably aren't. But some WILL be, and I don't want you so starry-eyed that you forget that these green skins are people, and like all people, they can be dangerous."

"Noted." Edelweiss smiled. "You know, you can be quite the mother hen at times."

Duke rolled his eyes. "Don't you even get me started on chickens."


*******

The Grave of Wrecks was unlike any place Edelweiss had ever been in. As she and Duke journeyed further into the trash dump, the ramshackle piles of scrap and garbage began to take shape. Buildings constructed out of tin and refuse started springing up, most of them residential though a few were shops that advertised their wares with brightly painted signs and short running holographic adverts. The walkways also became wider, allowing both foot and vehicle traffic, both of which the two saw extensively. There were perhaps thousands of goblins running about, most on foot but there were plenty driving small, repurposed cars built from various spare parts. The Grave looked much more like a city now than the refuse pit its exterior made it out to be.

The goblins running about pretty much ignored Edelweiss. There were a few curious looks, but that was the extent of the attention paid to the elf. The goblins around her seemed much more interested in getting to their destinations than anything else. None stopped or stood around the walkways for too long; everyone seemed to have some place to get to. Lollygagging didn't seem to be a goblin trait.

"Do you even have an idea of where you're going?" Duke asked. He was invisible for the moment due to the sheer number of the traffic around them.

"I have a general idea, yes," Edelweiss said. "It shouldn't be too far off, at least according to the netsite I read through earlier."

One goblin passer-by looked up at her seemingly talking to herself. He just shook his head and continued on, no doubt believing the elf to be mentally ill in some way.

Edelweiss continued through the heavily crowded walkways, sometimes dodging a goblin who was swiftly making his way through the throng in the other direction. There were numerous shops selling shoes, clothing, liquor, and other goods along with carts and stalls that sold street foods whose aromas filled the air with spice.

Following the directions that she had gotten off the netsite, Edelweiss diverted herself through the mass of goblins and into a barely-lit side street, almost getting run over by a speeding three-wheeled cycle. Thankfully, the side street was much less traveled than the main thoroughfare, with only a few goblins on foot traversing it and no vehicles in sight. Edelweiss continued down the dark walkway which led to a set of rusty stairs that led upwards and over a massive black iron wall.

Edelweiss tested the first few steps and found to her surprise that they were very solid. Despite the stair case's fragile appearance, it appeared to be securely bolted into the side of the metal wall. The steps seemed capable of holding up to five times her own weight. Happy to see that she wouldn't be falling to her death anytime soon, Edelweiss climbed up the stairs.

The climb upwards was much better lit than the side street she had taken here, as every twelve steps or so a makeshift lamp of some sort was bolted into the wall. The devices were all makeshift constructions made of various items such as old milk cartons and slightly cracked glass mason jars, but they seemed well-built and lit the way up the stairs as they were supposed to. Edelweiss looked over the railing of the stairs and saw the busy intersections of the Grave's numerous streets, each of which cut through the debris and ramshackle dwellings of its inhabitants. In the distance, she could see the shadows of the many wrecked ships that gave the place its name. Several of the ancient vessels had lights shining through their windows, indicating that they were occupied.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Edelweiss was startled to see a conning tower sticking up from the long flight deck they had just stepped onto. It was then that she realized that the bleak metal wall she had been climbing had actually been the side of a gigantic old aircraft carrier. From the state of the wreck and its overall design, she was able to date the vessel as being three to four hundred years old. It was amazing that it was still in such good shape.

"Not what you were expecting?" Duke asked, noticing the elf's slack-jawed expression.

"No," Edelweiss said. "The netsite said that the shop was located on the wreck of an old boat, but this is definitely not the kind of boat that I had in mind."

Atop the flight deck where they stood were mounds and piles of refuse and junk. Stacked up framework of old cars, a messy pile of indescribable spare parts, a wall of tires, and even the remains of bygone fighter jets were all around them. And just to the left of the staircase that had led them up, there was a brightly lit holographic sign.

Fragxxit's Treasury! Get your hard to find materials here!

"Treasure huh? Must be of the 'one man's, other man's' variety," Duke stated.

Edelweiss ignored him and continued forwards further onto the flight deck. She was just passing a pile of scrap iron when a voice called out to her.

"Oh, a customer! Lucky me, lucky me! Customer, customer!" A short, squat, and green form pulled itself out of a mountain of rubber tires. The figure turned out to be a goblin, and an old one at that if his paling green skin and tufts of white hair were anything to go by. He was dressed in a dirty blue coveralls which were stained beyond hope of cleaning. Atop his graying head was a cap which had the symbol of the Pfeil Imperial Navy on it. Edelweiss idly wondered if the goblin had once served in said navy. Although it wasn't unheard of for goblins to enlist in the military, it was still quite a rare occurrence.

"Welcome, dear customer! Welcome!" The goblin said as it rushed towards Edelweiss, almost tripping when he stopped in front of her. "The name's Fragxxit, and welcomes to my treasure house!" It was then that the goblin noticed the sharp tips of her ears, which were sticking out of the long blond strands of her hair. "Ah! I beg for a million pardons, My Lady! I wasn't awares that I would be meeting with nobility this evening!" He began a desperate series of bows, attempting to placate Edelweiss for some imagined sin.

"Please, stop that," she told him. "I may be an elf, but I'm not nobility."

Fragxxit looked up from his stooped over stance. "You ain't?"

Edelweiss gave him a reassuring smile. "Nope. I'm just a person, like you."

"Oh. Phew!" The goblin stood up straighter and began to rub at the sweat on his brow. "Thoughts I was dead meat theres for a second, ha ha. But silly me, what noble would stoop so low as to come to this dump in the first place! Heh heh heh. Well, now that that's settled, why don't we do some business?" Fragxxit began to walk deeper into the maze of trash that covered most of the flight deck, signaling for Edelweiss to walk with him. "Come along, come along! Let's talk the moneys and exchanges in a more comfortable environment!"

He led her across the flight deck and to the conning tower. There he pulled open the door and led her down a hatch to a cozy meeting area. The room looked to have once been a storage area on the aircraft carrier before Fragxxit had converted it. Now there were slightly worn rugs covering the cold steel floors, and a snug sofa and chair sat at the center of the room. Old paintings hung on the walls, which were painted a calming blue which differentiated it from the other compartments on the ship, most of which still had the drab gray coloring. Electric lights lit up the room, with aging incandescent bulbs bathing the scene in golden light.

"Please, sit! Sit!" the goblin insisted.

Edelweiss did so, taking a seat on the couch. It was lumpy but serviceable.

"Would you like a drink?" Fragxxit asked. "I can brew up some honey tea."

"No thank you," she said.

"Well, straight to business then." The goblin hopped up onto the seat next to the couch and made himself comfortable. "Whats can this humble procurer of treasures do for ya?"

"I'll need reloading tools for a .44 caliber firearm," Edelweiss said. "Molds, press, dies, whatever you can get me. I had to leave my former residence quickly, and was unable to pack my previous set."

"Firearm you say?" The goblin began to rub his chin. "Why, that's a word I haven't heard in quite some time. May I sees it?"

She hesitated for a slight moment before reaching behind her and sliding the gun from its holster. She knew Duke would reprimand her later for this, but the old man seemed harmless enough.

Edelweiss activated the loading latch, causing the top of the frame to break open and expose the cylinder. The gun auto-ejected her ammunition, and in a remarkable display of speed and precision, she was able to snatch all of the cartridges out of the air before they hit the floor. Fragxxit whistled, impressed at both the gun and the elf's graceful display. The elf shut the latch, then handed the empty firearm over to the goblin.

"I'm a bit old school in my choice for personal protection," Edelweiss said with a wan smile.

"Amazing," Fragxxit whispered as he examined the antique weapon. It was lighter than it looked, and was long and smooth, with the barrel just under six inches. Like some luxury aircar, it was all sleek lines and gentle curves, from its adjustable sights all the way to its unfluted cylinder. The black oak hand grips complemented the gun's almost reflective nickel finish. "What's its name?"

Edelweiss' eyes widened in surprise. She was amazed that this old goblin knew about the gunmen's tradition of naming their weapons. She herself only knew because she had been married to one.

"Riflebird," she told him. The firearm seemed to reflect the light in the room just a bit brighter upon hearing its name.

"Ah, well, nice to meets you, Riflebird," Fragxxit said with a smirk. "A fine name for a fine weapon. You've taken very good cares of it, my dear. It is a beauty. Probably two hundred years old, ya gives or takes, and still looks fresh outta the factory." The old goblin turned the gun over and saw a small, stylized "E" engraved on the underside of the barrel. "Oh my! This is a Nora Eastwood original!" He turned his wide, shocked eyes towards Edelweiss. "I don't suppose…"

"It's not for sale," she answered, her hand held out to take the weapon back.

"I see," the old goblin sighed sadly as he returned the weapon. "Anyways, let's get back to what you needs." He pulled out a pen and notepad from his pocket and began to jot down a list.

Edelweiss reloaded the revolver, then replaced it in its holster. "Do you think you might have what I need?"

"Well, if you went to anyone else they'd probably tell yas, 'no,'" Fragxxit grinned. "But luckily you came to my place! We's be sitting on a 300 year olds military vessel. When they dumped this giant hunk of iron, they left most o' their non-essential equipment behind. We mights just have what ya need!" He pulled out an old-fashioned walkie-talkie from another pocket and activated it. "Baby, can you hear me? Over." There was no answer. "Baby! Answer me, dangs it! This is important! Over."

After a few seconds, a shrill wave of static came through the device, followed by an even shriller voice. "Gods dammit, I'm here! I'm here! Over!"

"Gets to Oh-One now, ya lazy little goon! Over."

"Shove it up your ass, I'm on my way. Over."

After the strange exchange, Fragxxit turned back to Edelweiss and gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry bouts that. My assistant's… a bit unruly."

It was then that the door burst open and what Edelweiss thought to be a rather tall goblin entered the room. Upon closer scrutiny, she saw that it wasn't a goblin at all but a human child of about nine or ten years. She was dressed in the same greasy coveralls Fragxxit was, only hers were several sizes larger and hardly fit her. Atop her scruffy blond hair was a leather cap that had several holes in it.

"Whatta ya want, ya old shit?" the little girl asked Fragxxit, her dirt-stained face frowning. She spotted Edelweiss and her frown deepened. "Who's this cocksucker?"

Fragxxit's face paled. He quickly snatched up a pointing stick that was laying against the chair and thwapped the girl on her head. "Dangs it, Baby! You're talking to a customer!"

"Ow! That motherfucking hurt!" Baby began rubbing her smarting skull.

Edelweiss watched the exchange with equal parts amusement and horrified fascination. "My, what a charming child," she stated flatly. Frankly, she was amazed she was able to say those words without scrunching up her face.

"Please excuse Baby here," Fragxxit said. "I founds her out in the woods when she was just a wee babe, abandoned you see. She was still a bit feral when I tooks her in. I trieds to raise her right, but it's been difficult."

"No need," Edelweiss told him. "I'm quite used to… eccentric characters."

"Bitch, what did you just call me?" shrieked Baby.

"Eccentric means 'strange' or 'peculiar,'" Fragxxit said with a sigh.

"Oh," Baby scratched her cheek. "Carry on."

The goblin rolled his eyes, then decided to get the meeting over with before the girl said anything else that could endanger the sale. "I needs ya to find these," he passed over the list to Baby. "Check the machining shops and the munitions assembly line. There should be something we can use there."

The child let out a loud sigh of infinite annoyance as she read through the list. "Damn it, some of this stuff is rare as unicorn shit! It's gonna take me all fucking night to find these!"

Fragxxit eyed her steadily. "Then ya better get started on it right aways, shouldn't ya?"

"Fuck!" Baby's shoulders slumped as she turned away, then stomped her boots all the way out of the room.

"Oi, sometimes I thinks that girl will be the ends of me," the goblin muttered.

"It must be hard," Edelweiss said. "Taking care of her on your own."

"Sometimes," Fragxxit sighed. "Don't gets me wrong, that little brat can be quites the headache. But it's nice havin' her around, ya know? Takin' cares of the kid gives me a reason to get ups in the mornin. I dunno what I'd do withouts 'er. To be honest, I thinks she's the real treasure of Fragxxit's Treasury."

Edelweiss nodded. She couldn't truly sympathize with the old goblin's situation, as she had never and would never have any children of her own. But she did understand what he meant. To care for and protect someone that you love. Her memory brought up the image of a young boy, his long strands of brown hair hanging down, its shade making it almost as red as the sunset.

"Thank you," she told the goblin. "What you said. It was very-"

"Gaaaaaaaaay." Both of their heads turned towards the door to see Baby sticking her head through the entrance. "Holy fuck, old man. That had to be the corniest shit I've ever heard!"

"Damn it, Baby!" Fragxxit picked up a book from the end table and hurled it towards the door. "Gets back to work!"

Baby dodged the flying tome and scampered away, giggling merrily all the while.

"Argh, that little brat! I'm gonna cuts her aethernet access for a week!"

Edelweiss watched the scene and chuckled softly. Regardless of whether or not they had all the goods she was looking for, this trip was worth it for the entertainment value alone.


*****

A few hours later found Edelweiss on the streets of the Old Docks, driving back home in her cherry red sports car. She had a fresh invoice in her pocket and was 800 bits lighter. She also had Fragxxit's assurance that they would deliver everything she wanted to her address within two days' time.

"Well, that was certainly the adventure," Duke said, his human form visible and sitting in the passenger's seat. He tipped his hat lower over his eyes then crossed his arms as he leaned back in the seat. "I guess you can cross 'visit a goblin hovel' off of your bucket list."

Edelweiss rolled her eyes. "It wasn't that bad. Don't tell me you weren't impressed by the Grave at all."

"Oh, I was. Especially with all the surveillance equipment and hidden fortifications that place had. Every narrow street and walkway had cameras watching."

"I guess they take their security very seriously," Edelweiss said.

"Yeah, very seriously. Like, Police State, seriously." Duke frowned, a beefy hand going up to rub at the stubble on his chin. "You're lucky they let you outta that place alive. I doubt that your pea shooter over there has enough bullets to put down all those goblins."

"Whatever. You know as well as I do that we don't deal in what-ifs, Duke. What's done is done, okay?"

"Right."

"Regardless," Edelweiss gave him a smile. "I appreciate the concern. Thanks for watching my back."

Duke snorted. "You're such a softie, kid. I honestly don't know why I put up with your mushy ramblings."

"Well that's an easy answer," Edelweiss said. "Because we're friends."

The spirit laughed. "Friends, huh? Well, ain't that something. A dämon from the Third Choir friends with a disgraced high elf descended from one of the original branches. The gods must be laughing at their altars."

Edelweiss laughed with them.
 
Six
Gun Elf

SIX

Strong-armed




It was a quiet day at Jefferey's Bail Bonds. Chao Jefferey, the owner, sat at his desk in the middle of his small office and was taking a break sorting through his numerous paperwork by smoking one of his expensive imported Sica cigars. Sica was a nation that had a large dwarven population, and their dwarf-made cigars were considered the best on the planet. The pungent aroma of the strong herbs and tobacco filled the small office space, and caused the other occupant in the room to cough loudly.

"Dammit, boss. Can't you smoke those outside?" Jie complained. He was seated at a smaller desk by the wall to the right of Chao's and was catching most of the cigar smoke coming from his employer.

"Don't be stupid, Jie," Chao said while taking another puff from the thick brown cigar. "You can't smoke these beauties in the open air. Part of the experience is being soaked in the vapor, breathing the surrounding air that's flavored with the fine vintage of true Sican tobacco." He leaned back in his chair and took a deep huff, then blew out the thick cloud of smoke up towards the office's lone ceiling fan. "Man, you can almost taste the dwarven sweat that went into making these."

"Okay, that's pretty disgusting, Boss," Jie muttered.

Their conversation was interrupted by the front door opening, upon which two peculiar figures entered. The one behind pushed the first none too gently into the office, causing him to trip and splay himself onto the hardwood.

"Well, well, well," Chao grinned as he looked down on the thin, balding man currently lying on his floor. "Qiang Willowbrook. So nice to see you again. Why, the last time we saw each other was at your hearing, right before you jumped bail and left me hanging in the wind for two thousand gold."

Qiang quickly got up on his knees and gave Chao a vile glare. "Damn you, Jefferey! I'll pay you what I owe, alright? Just keep that bitch away from me! She's crazy!"

Chao turned his attention to the second figure and smiled. "I'm guessing I have you to thank for bringing our wayward Mr. Willowbrook home to us?"

"No need to thank me," Edelweiss said as she sauntered into the office. "The bounty on this idiot will be thanks enough."

The bail bondsman laughed. "True enough. Jie, go on and pay the lady, would you?"

Jie nodded. He stood up from his desk and entered a side-door into the room where the safe was held.

As his employee counted out the money, Chao continued his conversation. "So, you're the elf freelancer that I've heard so much about lately. Damn, girl. You really keepin busy!"

Edelweiss smiled, glad to know that she was making a name for herself in the city. The more people who knew she was around meant more jobs coming her way. "Well, Drakhaven's a pretty busy place. People like Qiang here never seem to want to give me any rest." She patted the kneeling man's head, which caused him to flinch and whimper.

"Haha, that's true," Chao took a puff from his cigar. "Say, if you ever do get a day off, why don't you let me show you around? I know all the best spots in the city."

"Thank you, but no," Edelweiss said. "My boyfriend might get jealous if I was seen galavanting around town with a strange man." Okay, small lie there. Detective Schmidt wasn't really, technically her boyfriend. Yet. It was only a matter of time, right?

Chao groaned. "Man, the pretty ones are always taken. Well, just let me know if it doesn't work out between you and your beau. I'll treat you right."

Edelweiss laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you would."

Jie entered the office again, this time he was carrying four rolls of coins wrapped in plastic sleeves. "Here you go, miss. Four hundred gold."

The elf took the offered coins and almost dropped them because of how heavy they were. "Thank you."

"Aw, leaving already, doll?" Chao asked.

"Afraid so. I need to get this cash into my bank before it closes," Edelweiss waved goodbye to the men before she left through the front door.

Chao leaned back in his chair and took a puff from his cigar. "Man. That was quite the woman."

Jie shrugged. "I guess."

Willowbrook merely frowned. "Quite the crazy woman, you mean."


*****


After dropping off the four hundred gold coins at the bank, Edelweiss began the short drive home. Although she usually preferred to be paid with bits, she had to admit that being paid in cash felt much more satisfying. There was just something pleasing about actually touching the money you had earned with your bare hands. Getting electronic bits credited to your bank account wasn't nearly as rewarding. It was just too bad that the damned things were so heavy.

The car was nearing her apartment when Duke's voice suddenly sprung up in warning. "The sensors at your place are reading two people waiting outside your door. Be careful."

"Right." Edelweiss prepared herself for a confrontation.

As they approached the building, she was able to spot the two Duke had been talking about. One was a human, average height and build, with graying hair and dressed in a brown suit. The other towered over the man; he was an orc with a powerful build, wearing jeans and a baggy red jacket. Both were just standing near the entrance to her warehouse, seemingly waiting, until they saw her car approaching.

Edelweiss slowed down as she neared and parked the Fairlady in front of the building. She watched carefully as the two figures approached. Taking a deep, calming breath, she exited the vehicle.

"Hello," said the human pleasantly with a smile. He and the orc converged upon her and stopped, not close enough to be in her personal space but definitely close enough to be intimidating.

"My friend and I were told that there's an elf freelancer living at this building," the human continued speaking, his smile never leaving his face. "I'm assuming her to be you."

"That's right," Edelweiss said. She was about to say more when she spotted a familiar looking lapel pin on his jacket. It was of a silver lance in front of a stylized golden shield. She looked over at the orc and saw the same pin on him.

"Thank goodness," the man spoke up again. "We've been waiting quite a while to make your-"

"I'm not interested," Edelweiss interrupted him.

The human paused, wearing a confused look on his face. "... I'm sorry, what?"

Edelweiss frowned and looked the man straight in the eye. "I know you're with the Freelance Guild. I'm not interested in joining."

The orc grunted angrily while his partner continued to stand there, confused. "But, I don't understand. If you know who we are, then you know that the Freelance Guild represents all freelancers worldwide."

"Not all of them," she said. "Some of us choose to remain independent."

"And you holdouts make the rest of us look bad," said the orc, his voice deep and rumbling. "You charge a cheaper rate, take needless risks, and even break the law whenever it pleases you. You take good jobs away from us legitimate freelancers, all to fill your greedy pockets!"

"It's called capitalism, big guy. Look it up." Edelweiss gave him a smirk. "What's the matter, afraid of a little competition?"

The orc looked like he wanted to punch her into the ground. Thankfully, the human spoke up again, allowing his associate time to calm down.

"Look, Ms. Edelweiss was it?" the man said. "We get nowhere by competing with each other. When all freelancers stand as one voice, we are heard. The Guild has quite the political clout. As a member, you get to share all the benefits that the Guild can provide you. We have connections within the government and police force. We can provide you with equipment and tools. We can set you up with great paying jobs, so no more running around town looking for scraps. And all members work in teams, so safety is-"

"All those I can provide for myself, not to mention I get to keep the 35% of my income that the Guild charges for all their 'help.'" Edelweiss sighed. "Look, I already told you that I'm not interested. You've wasted enough of my time, so let me through."

The backhand slap from the orc sent her sprawling.

Her ears were ringing as she lay on the ground, her face feeling like a sledgehammer had just smacked into it. She tried to sit up, but her head ached and she felt dizzy. She felt something warm and wet dribble from her lips.

"Damn it, Huss. That wasn't necessary!" She heard through the ringing.

"Bitch wasn't listening. Now she'll listen."

"What? You think she'll join us now that you've smacked her around?"

Her head was starting to clear, the ringing much softer now.

"She'll be fine, I didn't even hit her that hard. At least now she knows we mean business."

As soon as the ringing stopped and her head cleared, it was replaced with something else: utter rage. How dare these hoodlums lay a hand on her? With a swiftness only her elven heritage could allow, Edelweiss sat up while simultaneously drawing her gun. She flipped Riflebird around in her fingers until she was holding onto the frame and barrel, with the grip of the revolver facing forwards. She then lashed out with all her strength, bringing down the butt of the gun onto the orc's kneecap.

There was a loud crack which was soon accompanied by the orc's pained scream. He doubled over, allowing Edelweiss to swing her makeshift club upwards, smacking the gun against the orc's jaw. The elf then leaped to her feet and began pistol-whipping the orc viciously, smashing the butt of her gun against his head, arms, and face.

"That's enough!" The human shouted. He tried to grab Edelweiss to stop her assault on his friend, but she pulled out of his grasp and bashed him in the face. There was a loud snap as his nose broke, and the man yelped and backed off, blood gushing from his face.

She continued to pummel the orc until his green face was all but purple from bruises, and he lay silent and whimpering at her feet. Edelweiss stepped away, beads of sweat covering her face as she took deep heavy breaths, exhausted from beating up an orc that was four times her size.

"Get out of here!" she shouted at the bleeding and beaten freelancers. She watched the human, still holding a hand to his bleeding nose, help the orc to stand. He draped one of the orc's thick arms over his shoulder then began to lead his limping partner away.

"And if I see you around here again," Edelweiss said in between heaving breaths, "I'll skip the polite conversation… and jump straight to the shooting you part!"

She watched the two limp away until they turned a corner and were gone from sight. With a final deep breath, Edelweiss collapsed onto her knees.

"Are you alright?" Duke asked.

"Ow."

"I'll take that as a yes." Duke appeared in his human figment, standing over Edelweiss's prone form. He leaned down and placed a hand on her shoulder. Although she couldn't feel it, the elf was grateful for the gesture. "You should get inside. Get cleaned up. You cut your lip up pretty bad."

"Okay."

"I'll keep an eye out, in case they come back."

"Okay." Edelweiss groaned as she forced herself up onto her feet. "Thanks, Duke."

"Don't mention it."

The elf reholstered her weapon, a bit sick at all the blood on it.
 
Gun Elf
SEVEN
Shooting Lesson



Edelweiss studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The bruising had gone down somewhat, but the cut on her lower lip still hadn't completely healed. She could probably use some concealer to hide the bruise, but the split lip would definitely give away the fact that she had been in a fight. It had been two days since her tussle with the Freelance Guild goons, and thankfully she hadn't heard any word from them about sending said goons back with numerous injuries. The last thing she needed now was a letter from the Guild's lawyers informing her that she was being sued for assaulting two of their members. She would probably win the legal case since it was the orc goon who threw the first blow, but the time, effort, and money wasted in a court case would definitely have cut into her income. She couldn't take any jobs if she was stuck in a courtroom defending herself.

Her reflection frowned at her. The expression made her injuries stand out more.

"Why'd he have to hit me in the face?" Edelweiss asked the empty bathroom.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the truth was that she was very proud of her looks. She knew she was an attractive woman and often used it to her advantage. She also took pride in appearing crisp, clean, and elegant. Her appearance always projected the image of the consummate professional. The gray suits that composed most of her wardrobe testified to her commitment to professionalism.

Now there was a marr in her appearance. The injuries made her face asymmetrical and threw off the professional air she was going for. It didn't matter how clean and pressed her suit was, or how smooth and silky her long hair was, when the bruise and split lip made her look like she'd just gotten back from participating in a bar fight.

"You're overreacting," Duke spoke up as if reading her mind.

"No, I'm not. As soon as clients see me, they'll run for the hills! Children will cry when they see me, and dogs will run away before I could pet them! Oh, and my poor, dear Kuro will never marry me! My life is over!"

"Now you're just overacting," The spirit appeared in the mirror behind her own reflection. "Seriously though, it don't look that bad."

Edelweiss sighed. "You're a demon, your opinion doesn't count."

"Former demon," Duke corrected. "Oh, by the way, someone just entered the building. They're climbing the stairs as we speak."

"Okay," the elf walked out of the bathroom and headed for the entrance to the loft. She wasn't worried; if there was any danger from the visitor Duke would have told her to watch out.

She reached the front door and opened it just as the person on the other side was about to knock.

"MOTHER FUCKER! You scared the hell outta me!"

Edelweiss frowned as she looked down at her visitor. "... Baby. What a pleasant surprise."

The foul-mouthed little girl returned her frown. "Bitch, were you just throwing sarcasm at me?"

The elf ignored the question and asked one of her own. "What can I do for you?"

Baby shoved a box into her hands. "The old man sent me to deliver this for you. You better fucking appreciate it, I had plans today."

Edelweiss looked down at the small box and smiled. Finally, it was here! A week ago, Fragxxit had arrived in an old rusty pickup truck to deliver the goods that she bought from him. He had found almost everything she wanted with the exception of a .44 caliber die. The goblin said not to worry though, as he would machine one for her.

With the last part of the reloading tools in her possession, she could now make her own ammunition. She didn't need to ration anymore the small amount ammunition she had managed to bring over from Leronte.

"You got a nice fucking place here," Baby said.

Edelweiss flinched as she noticed that the child had entered her loft and was now looking around. "Please, make yourself at home," she said, voice laden with heavy sarcasm.

"Sure, thanks." Baby either didn't catch her sarcastic tone or didn't care. She sat on the banker's chair behind her desk, then began to lazily spin around in it.

Edelweiss watched her do this for several long moments before finally speaking. "Didn't you say you had somewhere to be?"

"Yeah," Baby said while still spinning around in the chair. "I was gonna go fuck around the dumping grounds with some of my friends, but I don't goddamn feel like it now."

"What about your friends?" the elf asked. "Won't they be sad that you're not there?"

Baby shrugged. "Fuck 'em."

Edelweiss's left eye twitched.

"They won't care, they're goblins," Baby explained. "Goblins grow up a lot fucking faster than humans. They're only kids for one or two years, then BAM! Suddenly they're adults and now they're too good to hang out with a kid like me. What a bunch of shits. I fucking hate them."

"I see." For the first time since knowing her, Edelweiss began to see Baby as the child she was instead of the rude, foul-mouthed little being she made herself out to be. Growing up with people so radically different than you are was tough. If anyone could sympathize with that, it was her.

Edelweiss swallowed her dislike for the brat and asked, "Did you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, sure." Baby stopped the chair from spinning as she looked up at her. "I'll take a beer."

The elf's eye twitched again. "No. You're getting juice."

"FUCK."


*****


"So, you like guns, huh?" Baby asked while sipping from her glass of spryapple juice. She had vacated the chair at the desk to sit at the kitchen table.

"Yup," Edelweiss said, seated across the table from the kid while sipping from her own glass of juice.

"But why do you use a fucking gun when you can just buy an arc wand or somethin'?"

The elf shrugged. "Personal preference."

Baby frowned. "But ain't fucking guns like more expensive and stuff?"

"They can be," Edelweiss said. "And they're a lot harder to master than an arc wand or a lance."

"Then why use one?"

She shrugged again. "Well, why do you have a gun?"

Baby paled. "T-the fuck you say?"

Edelweiss smirked while she sipped at her glass. "That gun in your jacket pocket. Why do you carry one?"

The ten-year old blushed. "H-how'd you freakin' know I had one?"

"I could smell the black powder on it," the elf said.

"Oh." The girl looked down at her glass.

"So?" Edelweiss insisted. "Why do you own a gun?"

Baby rolled her eyes. "Duh. Same reason you do: for pers'nal protection. You know how fucking dangerous it is in this goddamn city. It's even more dangerous over where I live. Sure the goblins weed out most of the shitbags, but some still get through. I dunno about you, but I gotta watch out for assholes and kidnappers and pedos and shit. So the old man got me this baby so I can kick ass if I needed to." The girl pulled out a small, worn revolver from her pocket.

"I see," Edelweiss said. "But why doesn't Fragxxit just buy you an arc wand? Aren't they cheaper?"

The girl shook her head. "Hell no! The old man just found this gun in the junk pile and fixed her up for me. He even fucking makes the ammo himself!"

"There you go," the elf nodded. "It's the same for me. In the long run, arc weapons are more expensive than firearms are. Guns take a lot more time to learn, you have to clean and maintain them, plus the cost of materials to make the ammunition can add up, but if you play it smart it's a hell of a lot cheaper and easier. For example, you can do most of a gun's maintenance yourself; for an arc lance, you need to go to a specialist every six months to get it maintained. And if one of the runes gets damaged, oh boy… you might as well just buy a whole new weapon."

"No shit?" Baby pursed her lips in thought. "Huh. I guess us two are pretty fucking smart, then." She then began to aim the revolver around the room and made "Pew! Pew!" noises while miming shooting things. Suddenly, she found her weapon gone from her hands and was now in the elf's. "Hey! What gives?"

Edelweiss rubbed at her head. "Are you serious? You can't treat your firearm like a toy. What did Fragxxit teach you about this gun, anyhow?"

Baby glared at her. "Just what I fucking needed to know! Like how to reload it, how to aim and pull the trigger, um… which end the bullet comes out of. Ya know, shit like that!"

The elf looked aghast.

The little girl just glared some more. "What? What the hell else is there to learn?"

"Oh boy," Duke said from the corner of the room, where he had been watching the two with a bemused expression. "Here we go…"


*****


"Keep your eye down the sight… don't lock your elbows… hold your breath as you squeeze, not pull, the trigger."

There was a loud POP as Baby's .22 caliber pistol went off. The bullet completely missed the target, careening to hit the wall behind it instead. Another series of five pops followed, all with the same outcomes.

"FUCK!" Shouted Baby in frustration. She waved a hand around her face, trying to fan away the smoke from the black powder ammunition her gun used.

Edelweiss had turned the downstairs warehouse into an impromptu shooting range. It was empty at the moment, so the large space was perfect in order to teach Baby the basics of shooting. She had arranged several crates in a line and set up some bottles and cans to serve as targets up on top of them. All in all it was a pretty basic setup, but one that would serve their purposes.

"You're still pulling back on the trigger. And your form is too stiff, you need to loosen up," Edelweiss told her.

"This is such bullshit!" Baby complained. "I'm way too fucking far away! I'll never hit shit from way over here!" She pointed down range at the collection of bottles and cans sitting atop the crates. They were about twenty feet away from her.

"Yes you can," Edelweiss said patiently. "Your gun is perfectly capable of hitting them from this range. You just have to keep at it."

"Ugh, fine."

Baby repeated the exercise three more times, mechanically aiming, firing and reloading. As in her previous efforts, all her shots missed. By the fourth round of missing the targets, she had finally had enough. "I give up! This is a fucking waste of time!"

"Keep at it," Edelweiss told her.

"No!" The girl stamped her foot, thoroughly frustrated. "It's impossible! Those bottles are too far away!"

Edelweiss stood there, silent for a moment as she held a narrow gaze at the young girl in front of her. The elf then stepped forwards and gently took the revolver from Baby's hands. She then fell into a practiced shooting stance, aiming the short barrel of the weapon down towards the crates with the bottles and cans on top of them. With an easy squeeze of the trigger, she sent a round downrange which quickly shattered a glass bottle. The next five shots were executed swiftly and elegantly, all of them either shattering a bottle of sending a tin can flying through the air.

Baby's eyes were wide with amazement. "Whoa."

"It isn't impossible," Edelweiss told her, handing the gun back. "You just need more practice."

The human girl quickly reloaded her revolver, then went back to shooting at the targets. On the third pull of the trigger, her bullet managed to plink a can into the air.

"I hit one!" she shouted merrily. "I hit one!"

"Good job," Edelweiss said. "Now keep it up."

For another hour Baby kept practicing and managed to hit the targets ten more times. Eventually, her stock of ammunition had all but run out, and she was forced to stop.

"Man. I better get back home 'fore the old man fucking freaks out," Baby said as she began packing up her gear. "Thanks for showing me all this, I really 'preciate it." She then stopped and looked pensive. "Ya know, at first I thought you were some stuck-up fucking snob like every other elf, but now that I got ta know you, I think you're alright."

"Thanks, I guess," Edelweiss said. "Just be sure to keep practicing on your own. You'll be surprised at how much better you'll get when you do."

"Will do!" Baby grinned and started towards the exit.

"Wait," Edelweiss stopped her. "Have you thought about naming it?"

The girl blinked in confusion. "Naming what, my gun?"

The elf nodded.

"Why would I?" Baby scratched her chin. "It's just a rusty piece of shit."

Edelweiss shrugged. "The Gunmen of the East traditionally named all their weapons. They believed that giving their gun a name gave it a soul, and in having a soul the gun would always seek to protect them."

Baby frowned as she thought about the suggestion. "I dunno. That sounds like a whole lotta bullshit to me."

The elf rolled her eyes. "Just think about it."

"Fine, fine!" Baby gave her a wave as she popped open the entrance to the warehouse. "See ya!" She then rushed off, heading towards the direction of the Grave.

Edelweiss smiled as she picked up a broom and began to clean the mess left over from the impromptu shooting lesson. As she swept, Duke appeared, seated at the stairs to her loft.

"So, does it ever bother you?" He asked. "Not being able to have children?"

She raised an eyebrow at the question. "Huh?"

"You just seemed pretty good. You know, dealing with that brat." Duke took off his hat and rubbed the back of his head. "It just struck me that you woulda made a hell of a mother."

Edelweiss chuckled. "My, you are so sentimental." She continued sweeping for a moment, pushing the broken bits of glass into a neat pile. "As for your question, no. Not anymore at least. I accepted a long time ago that having children was not part of my reality. It was a price I paid, and I paid it gladly."

"Hmm."

The elf stopped her sweeping, staring into nothing as she became caught in deeper thoughts. "Okay. That may not have been completely true." She sighed and started sweeping again. "Although I don't regret what I did, I do have to admit that on certain days… days like this… it does bother me.

"Just a little."


Glossary of Terms:

Firearms:
A ranged weapon that launches metal slugs through the use of chemical propellants. A human-made weapon, firearms were used throughout most of the Third Age. Their use in the Modern Age has been superseded by arc weaponry, which proved more versatile, stable, and efficient since they did not require the use of volatile cartridge ammunition. Though primitive compared to arc wands and lances, many firearms still exist today and are used mostly in sports competitions and for hunting wild game. Some private individuals also still use firearms as a means of self-protection due to its relatively simple design as well as the firearms' ability to penetrate most magical shielding and lighter body armor.
 
Gunelf
EIGHT
The Steinadler Job, Part One





Wang Lei Beckett was bored. He had been standing guard over the package for over two hours. There was nothing but him and the package inside the highly secure railcar, on a train that was headed north through the city to its final destination in the Upper Burroughs. Although he wanted nothing better than to have a nap at one of the benches lining the interior of the railcar, doing such a thing while on a job would make him look bad. Not only that, but such a dereliction of duty would reflect badly on the Guild.

Ever since he had received the lance and shield pin, he was proud of what it represented. Wang Lei knew he was part of a world-wide organization thousands of hands strong. Everything he did, whether good or bad, would represent the Guild. And Wang Lei was driven to never tarnish the good name of the Freelance Guild, not if he could help it.

The sides of the car rumbled as the train sped ever onwards on its one lone track. The noise was even and came in intervals, almost like the heartbeat of a giant monster. It was a metronome made of several tons of steel, an orchestra composed of train parts and grease that was doing its best to lull him to sleep.

Wang Lei grumbled and rubbed at his face, the stubble of his unshaven chin scratching his palms. He began to pace back and forth, the motion of his legs forcing him to stay awake. This was an important job, so he wore his best suit. It was a decision he was seriously regretting since the starched collar of his powder blue shirt was too stiff and made his neck itch fiercely. He might have looked like a thousand gold, but with no one to notice but his silent cargo, dressing to the nines was pretty pointless. His partners for this job, the orc Grunder and dwarf Kordo, had taken to wearing practical and comfortable clothing. They were patrolling the rest of the train while he stayed locked in the secure car, most likely having a more interesting time than he was guarding some crate.

He eyed the cargo. It was a wooden crate that stood up a little bit past his waist, strapped down by nylon straps to the floor of the car. The seal of House Mittag, that of an eagle with its wings outstretched, had been stamped upon its side.

Wang Lei was about to start another set of pacing when his comm unit fired up, and he heard Kordo's voice through his earpiece.

"Lei, head's up. I think there's an intruder on the train," said the dwarf. "One of the external doors was open, the lock melted through."

"Copy that," he replied. "Grunder, we have a situation here. Grunder?"

There was no reply.

"Shit," Wang Lei muttered. He then said louder into his microphone, "Kordo, Grunder's non-responsive. Tell the crew to activate the emergency alerts and to eject this car immediately."

"That's the problem," said Kordo. "I called up the control station before I called you. No answer."

"Well, isn't that just fucking great?" The Freelancer sighed, then unholstered his arc lance, which had been strapped to his back. "Try to get to control, Kordo. I'll hold the fort here."

"Already way ahead of you, lad," his partner laughed. "I'll signal you when I'm at control."

"Good luck," Wang Lei said before all was silence on the line.

Hours seemed to pass. The rumbling of the railcar still resounded in his ears, though now the metronome of sound was not the soft lullaby of before. This time it sounded like the ticking of a massive clock, counting down to some inevitable event that Wang Lei knew he did not wish to witness.

The Freelancer checked both the forward and back entrances into the car; each was locked tight, with biometric systems ensuring that only those whose DNA matched an extremely short list of people could get inside. He himself wasn't even on that list, and he was stuck in the car until the end of the trip when someone would let him out, just as they let him inside at the start of the job. At the time he had thought such security to be ludicrous, but now that he was in his current situation he wasn't so sure.

"Lei, it's me," Kordo's voice almost made him jump when he heard it through his earpiece.

"The crew's dead," the dwarf continued speaking. "Control room's trashed. We can't call for help, or stop the train. Haven't seen Grunder, but I'm guessing he's the same as the crew."

"Understood," Wang Lei flipped a switch on his arc lance, and it powered on with a faint hum.

"I'll be making my way back to you," Kordo said. "Hopefully the two of us can hold off whoever's doin' this."

"Copy that. And good luck."

"You, too, lad."

After that, there was nothing for Wang Lei to hear but the rattling of the railcar as the train sped along, crewless and with a killer on board. He took a kneeling position by the cargo, hoping to use it as a shield. The client wouldn't like it, but at the moment staying alive took precedence over his professional reputation. Besides, whoever was out there was most likely trying to steal this thing; maybe he'd think twice about shooting at it.

"-Lei! I-" Kordo's voice suddenly flared up in his earpiece. "-the bastard! It's an elf! A gods damned elf! I'm gonna-" The line suddenly went dead.

"Kordo? Kordo!" Wang Lei cursed when there was no answer. He quickly aimed his arc lance at the door towards the front of the car. That was the direction Kordo had been coming from, so it was most likely that the assailant would try to get in from there. Thankfully, he'd have time on his side. It would take about an hour for them to try to cut through the solid steel door with an arc lance, and they couldn't use a demon on the lock since it was warded.

Unfortunately, according to Kordo, the lone assailant was an elf. Who knew what such a creature was capable of? A thick steel door might not be enough to hold one off.

Minutes passed and nothing happened. A drop of sweat began to drip down his brow as he waited, his heart thumping in his chest like a military drum. His muscles were tense, as was his mind. He prepared himself for what was to come.

That was why when the attack came, he failed to act immediately.

Wang Lei had been expecting the intruder to make an explosive entrance, either through magic or some other mundane means. He thought that the door would be blown off in a firey blast, or perhaps the metal would melt into a sizzling, molten puddle. He expected something grand and something loud, so when the locks of the door simply disengaged, causing the doorway to slide open, the Freelancer was taken by complete surprise.

Through the open door emerged a beautiful woman, though whether it was actually a woman or not Wang Lei couldn't tell. Even with the skin-tight, figure-hugging black gear they were wearing, it was all but impossible to tell their elf males apart from the females. He only managed a glimpse of long, dark blonde hair and piercing green eyes when the intruder attacked.

With a wave of the elf's hand, a stream of fire erupted from the air in front of them. Intense heat filled the compartment as flame raced towards Wang Lei. He quickly scrambled behind the cargo just before the fire could engulf him. The man cursed his luck; he had faced many mages with gas as their affinity before, but he had never fought an elf. Elves wove magic like some sixth sense; they didn't need clumsy grimoires in order to phase shift. And this one was able to combust thin air, which meant that he or she was an expert in the field.

Luckily for Wang Lei, it seemed that his guess about the elf wanting the cargo undamaged was right, since as soon as he ducked behind it, the flames at his back dissipated. He chose that moment to act, coming out of cover with his arc lance held high. Once he got a bead on his assailant, Wang Lei held down the trigger, sending pulse after pulse of plasma towards the elf.

The intruder crossed their hands in front of them right before the first plasma shot hit. The green, glowing cloud suddenly veered off to the right to impact with a sizzling splash at the far wall. The same happened to the next shot and the next, and Wang realized that the elf was controlling the air currents in the car to move each shot away from them.

Wang Lei quickly stopped shooting lest the elf thinks about sending one of the plasma blasts back at him. Instead, he drew a knife from his belt and threw it towards the elf, hoping that the solid chunk of sharpened steel would be too heavy for the elf to move with their magic. His assailant didn't even bother magic, as they simply twisted to the side to avoid the flying weapon.

Before Wang Lei could bring his arc lance up to fire again, he suddenly felt the air rush out of his lungs. He gasped and choked, fingers clawing at his throat, but he could find no air whatsoever around him. His insides burned, as did his tongue. He collapsed onto the metal floor of the car as his eyes began to bleed, still fighting desperately to take a breath.

Ignoring his plight, the elf sauntered over to the wooden box and with a flip of their hand wrenched the lid off with a solid gust of wind. They dug around in the packing foam until finally finding what they came for. The elf smiled grimly as they pulled out a heavy statue of an eagle composed purely of gold.

As he lay dying on the floor, asphyxiating in a room full of air, Wang Lei had one thought. Just before his world turned black, he asked himself, "All this shit for a stupid bird?"



*****



Drakhaven was a large city, and being a large city, one could often find services that didn't ask too many questions regarding why you wanted their services to begin with. Wolton Worliss provided such a service. The gnome alchemist was well known around the Docks District for his quality goods as well as his discreet manner. So when Edelweiss needed several pounds of smokeless gunpowder for her reloading needs, she knew just the alchemist to go to.

Worliss was a bit terse and taciturn for a gnome, but he certainly knew his stuff. Though he had never created a batch of gunpowder in his life, he claimed that he would be able to do so within the day. Edelweiss was a bit skeptical about the little man's claims but decided to hire him anyway. Finding a good alchemist was always a chore, and finding a good one that wouldn't report her to the law was even more difficult.

Thus she was pleasantly surprised when Worliss called her at the end of the day to tell her to come pick up her order. He adamantly assured her that the powder he concocted was perfection itself, and of course, for such quality, he demanded a higher price than what was agreed to. Edelweiss managed to talk him into lowering it a bit once she promised to return to him in the future whenever her current supply ran out. What she didn't tell him was that she planned to do her own testing of his powder herself, lest his quality be less than the perfection he claimed, with the resulting explosion losing her a gun. (Not to mention some fingers.)

She was just exiting the shop with the large, discreet bag in her arms when her Grimoire beeped loudly, signaling an incoming call.

"Answer," she said aloud, using a vocal command to answer the call since her hands were currently full.

"Hey, Edelweiss. This is Detective Kuro Ju Schmidt with the STU," spoke up the voice on the line, loud enough for her and only her to hear.

"Detective," Edelweiss said, her lips turning up in a smile. "So nice to hear from you. Are you calling to ask me out?"

"No," he replied bluntly. "I'm just calling to let you know that I may have a job for you if you're interested."

"Of course." The elf had just arrived at her car and began struggling to pull the keys out of her pocket.

"In just a few hours, House Mittag is gonna put up a reward for one of their little treasures that just got stolen from one of their private trains," the detective said. "It's a bit of a mess. All crew are dead, along with the three Freelancers hired to guard the train. Thankfully, the train's spirit hit the emergency brakes when it neared the last stop on the line, else we'd have an even bigger mess to deal with."

Edelweiss managed to get the passenger side door of the Fairlady open. She placed the heavy brown bag onto the seat. Pausing in thought for a moment, she then shrugged before reaching down and securing down the bag with the seatbelt. "What about the treasure that was stolen?"

"A statue of an eagle. Twelve inches tall, twenty-six pounds, and made of 18 karat gold. My sources tell me that it's called the Steinadler."

Edelweiss let out a whistle. Someone stole the Steinadler? It was House Mittag's symbol, a treasure that's been with them since the House's inception more than a thousand years ago. Well, that ruled out another Elven House ordering the robbery. Stealing another House's symbol was tantamount to declaring war.

"They're also putting a bounty on the thieves," Detective Schmidt said. "I probably don't have to tell you, but this is a crime against one of the High Houses. Deadly force is authorized."

"I don't take assassination jobs," Edelweiss told him as she entered the driver's seat. "Unless they don't leave me with a choice, I'm taking them all in. Alive."

"Roger that," Schmidt said. "Oh, and the Freelance Guild will probably post up a bounty on the assailants as well. Three of their own are dead, they're gonna want payback."

"I don't blame them." A turn of the key caused the engine to hum to life, and Edelweiss quickly sped down the empty street. "What station did you say the train was stopped?"

"I didn't."

"Okay. What station is the train stopped at?"

Detective Schmidt sighed. "Rastplatz Station. Why?"



*****



"Of course." Kuro Ju Schmidt frowned as he saw the familiar light blond hair near the police line. There were only a few curious onlookers about, so it was easy to identify the elf among them, even in the dwindling light of early evening.

"Detective," said one of the patrolmen. "She says she knows you."

"Hello!" Edelweiss waved to him with a grin.

The Detective was tempted, oh so tempted, to pretend that he didn't know her. But in the end, his pragmatism won out. The elf's instincts were pretty good; maybe she could help them out in investigating this mess. After plastering a frown on his face, he waved for the patrolman to let the Freelancer in.

Rastplatz Station was a small one. Compared to the main terminal over in the Central District, it was positively tiny, perhaps less than a quarter of the main terminal's size. Rasptplatz mostly handled cargo shipments coming in from the docks as well as mail packages and private shipments. There were no passenger trains stopping at the station, therego the usual flair put into decorating such an area was completely absent. The floors, walls, and ceiling were all bare concrete, the facility a dull gray series of buildings in a quiet part of the Docks District.

Usually, the place would be empty of all living beings. All functions of the station were completely automated, controlled by Rastplatz' main administrator spirit. Today though the area was filled with both uniformed and nonuniformed police who had descended on the quiet train station upon being notified by its spirit that an unscheduled train had just docked, one with numerous dead bodies in it. What's more is that said train was registered to the Old Touch corporation, the manufacturer of numerous consumer-level appliances and electronics as well as the main distributing arm of the Elven High House of Mittag. This made the situation even more dire.

"I'm guessing the Special Taskforce Unit is in charge of this investigation?" Edelweiss asked as Detective Schmidt escorted her towards the train platform.

"Yes, this falls within STU jurisdiction," the man replied.

The two of them entered the main building whereupon they climbed a set of stairs to get onto the train platform. The trains in Drakhaven ran on a monorail, which was vastly different from the trirail systems Edelweiss was used to back in Leronte. The monorail train in front of her was smooth and aerodynamic, its metal shell painted black with yellow trims running along the side. The Old Touch logo (an upside-down pyramid with the words "Old Touch" in front of it, printed in a wide font) was etched onto the side of the train cars. Alongside the logo was a stamp of a golden eagle with its wings outstretched, the seal of House Mittag.

"This is one of House Mittag's personal vehicles," Edelweiss said. "It wouldn't have their crest otherwise."

A very tall human in the same type of black suit that all the detectives wore met the two of them as they neared the train.

"Ms. Edelweiss, so good to see you again," the human greeted her with a smile. "Though I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Detective Second Class Tsuki Azul. I'm Detective Schmidt's partner."

Edelweiss shook his hand and returned his smile. "I'm glad to finally meet you, Detective Azul."

"So, are you here to help us out in the investigation, or did you just stop by to see Kuro, here?" asked the smirking policeman.

The elf chuckled. "As much as I love seeing my dear Detective Schmidt, I'm afraid I'm here for business and not pleasure."

"Speaking of which," Schmidt said, interrupting the conversation. "We have a crime scene to look over."

"Of course, please lead the way." Edelweiss nodded to the two men, and they began to escort her to the train.

"This is where the attacker, or attackers, got in." Detective Azul pointed to a side door in one of the forward cars. The locking mechanism looked like it had melted off. "We think they used a plasma arc lance to get through the door."

Azul then lead them to the next car whose side door was open. He entered the interior of the train, quickly followed by Edelweiss and Schmidt. The elf noted the faint scent of ozone in the air, a distinct clue that arc weaponry had been discharged inside the car.

"The control room is towards the front of the train," Azul said, "that's where we found the crew's bodies. They were all burned, most likely from a high-powered arc lance due to the severity of the burns." The tall man lead them into the next empty car. "Same with this guy."

On the floor in front of them was the charred, blackened corpse of what had to be a dwarf. The body was laid down on its back, its singed arms still clutching at the melted remains of what looked to be an arc lance.

"Kordo Wiresmith," Azul read aloud the info from his grimoire. "Fifty-seven years old, Gold-ranked Freelancer from the Freelance Guild."

Edelweiss frowned upon seeing the body. She wasn't a fan of the Guild, but seeing a fellow Freelancer dead just about turned her stomach. "He was working security?"

"You got it." The detective flicked at the screen of his grimoire until he found the information he was looking for. "He was part of a three-man team with Wang Lei Beckett and Grunder Stoneblud. All three of them were Gold-ranked."

"Where are their bodies?" Schmidt asked.

"Well, Beckett's is inside the secure car where the cargo was. As for Stoneblud, well, we found him floating down by the Sienna River. Probably tossed off the train when the assailants came in."

Azul leads them through two more cars before they arrived at what was called the "secure" car, which was basically the armored railcar that housed the Steinadler. From what Edelweiss could see, the door had a sophisticated biometric lock attached to it. At the moment though, said door was missing, the ragged, melted edges around the hatchway showing that a laser cutter was used to get into the interior.

"The open door was us, by the way," Azul said. "When we got here, nobody could open the lock because of the biometrics. So we cut the door open and found this mess inside."

"If the door was still locked when you got here, how did the attacker get inside?" Edelweiss asked.

"We don't know," Azul answered. "Just one of the many weird things about this case."

Edelweiss stepped into the car and saw what he had meant by "mess." The walls of the car were marred by plasma burns, most of them by the entrance. The wooden crate that held the cargo was lying on its side, and under it was the body of a well-dressed human whom Edelweiss deduced was Wang Lei Beckett, the other Freelancer who was tasked with guarding the train. Unlike the other bodies, Beckett wasn't burned. Instead, his eyes, nose, and ears were leaking blood, and there were scratch marks on his throat that looked to be self-inflicted.

"Until the autopsy, we won't know what killed Mr. Beckett here," Azul said. "None of us are really sure what killed him. I've never seen anything like this."

"I have." All eyes fell on Schmidt. "It's a technique gas practitioners use in combat. They forcibly pull the air out from around their target, leaving said target to suffocate in a vacuum."

"Seriously?" Azul let out a whistle. "Damn, that is messed up. And the burned bodies?"

"Same." This time it was Edelweiss who spoke up. "Fire is just combustion. All a mage would need is oxygen and he would have a perfectly working flamethrower."

"Hold on," Detective Azul said, looking unconvinced at Schmidt and Edelweiss' theory. "A mage couldn't have killed Beckett. This secure car is Faraday warded. A grimoire wouldn't be able to function as a spellcasting tool since it wouldn't be able to contact the Aethernet. Nothing but the wired comms would work inside the ward."

Detective Schmidt frowned. "That's because the killer didn't need to use a grimoire to cast his spells."

Azul paled. "You're not serious are you?"

Schmidt merely shrugged. "It's the only explanation."

"Shit," the other Detective shook his head and sighed. "An elf did this? Holy hell, this is way beyond our paygrade, man."

"Not only an elf but a master at gas manipulation," Edelweiss stated. She walked over to one of the walls and rubbed a hand across a plasma burn. "He, or she, was able to redirect plasma blasts from an arc lance just by manipulating the air currents around them."

"Aw, hell. I did not need to know that."

It was at that moment that a female uniformed officer entered the car. "Detective Schmidt?"

"Yes?" asked the detective, turning around to address her.

"There's an elf here to see you," the officer said, sounding nervous.

Edelweiss looked up, looking startled. "But I'm already here." As if to corroborate this fact, she pointed a finger at herself.

"No, not you, ma'am," said the officer. "Another elf. Three of them, in fact."

"Oh," Edelweiss said.

Things just got a whole lot more interesting.


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Glossary of Terms:


Freelance Guild:
An organization started thirty years ago whose aim was to unite and represent all Freelancers. It started up in the city of Brenner's Hold, Aegis, before eventually going national. As the Guild's membership and influence grew, they eventually set up offices in other nations such as Machado and Pfeil. Through the Guild, Freelancers are offered jobs at standardized rates and will legally go after any client that refuses to pay after a job is done. Freelancers are also offered health care, equipment and support on their jobs, all of which are paid for through the Guild's collected dues and fees. Because of such benefits, most Freelancers choose to join the Guild, many especially joining when they first start out. Membership is open to anyone, regardless of race, sex, or religion, a fact that has made the Guild's numbers swell. More often than not, any Freelancer you hire is a member of the Freelance Guild.

The Guild ranks its members by experience, which is represented by a badge color. From lowest to highest, the ranks are: Copper, Bronze, Silver, Gold, then Platinum. Administrators within the guild dole out work to each rank depending on how difficult they deem the job to be. Copper members may be given simple jobs such as courier or pest killing duties, while Platinum members are usually hired by government agencies for nigh-impossible tasks.
 
Nice story and a weird take on the d+d setting with a little bit of newer history and sett more in the future then we even are if they are bot using gas, gun powder, or even jets now. We need to know a little bit more about our hero and what happened to cause her to not be able to do much magic and not have kids and fallen out of her house which seems to be a big thing or even having a demon hanging out with her. She seems pretty neat and cool to read about though.
 
Just caught up with Being an SI is Suffering, do you plan to continue it? Or can you repost the future events pastebin, cuz the links broken.
 
Nine: The Steinadler Job, Part Two
Gun Elf
NINE
The Steinadler Job, Part Two​



Standing upon the platform outside the train car were three figures dressed in identical dark suits. Unlike the detectives on the scene, their suits were cut a bit more aristocratically, with thinner lapels and longer coat tails on the jacket, as well as having razor-sharp pleats on their trousers. The clothing was also strictly tailored to their lithe but curving figures and made of fine silken materials. The three were the epitome of wealth and high class, as to be expected since they were elves. Many of the uniformed officers took quick glances up at the figures, who were a rare sight down here in the Docks district.

Detectives Schmidt and Azul exited the train car and made their way towards the waiting three. Edelweiss, meanwhile, hung back by the entrance, content on watching the proceedings.

"Are you the one in charge here?" asked the elf in the center of the formation when the detectives had reached them.

"I am Detective First Class Schmidt," Schmidt replied, introducing himself. "And yes, I am the senior officer on the scene. How may I help you, Ms… ?"

The elf, whose fair features and long, dark blond hair made him look very feminine, frowned in irritation. "I am Herr Lerner von Mittag, Squire Herald to High House Mittag."

"My apologies, sir," Schmidt said, though his dull tone made the apology seem less than genuine. "What may we do for you, Squire Herald?"

"You may start by returning what rightfully belongs to us," the elf said with a sneer. "This train and everything within it is the property of House Mittag. I demand that you and the rest of your ilk leave these premises at once."

"I'm afraid we can't do that."

"What?" The elf's brows shot up in utter confusion, obviously not used to being denied. "What did you say to me?"

Schmidt continued speaking, not at all bothered at Lerner's increasingly bad mood. "Three people were murdered in that train. Regardless of-"

"This is intolerable!" The squire shouted, interrupting the detective. "We are of House Mittag and such an insult-"

This time it was Schmidt who interrupted. "Regardless of your claim on the train, as far as the law is concerned, this area is a crime scene. According to the High Charter Chapter 27, subsection 214: All capital crimes committed against non-Elf citizens go under the purview of the Lower Senate. Which, as a reminder, the Capital Police is a branch of."

"You…" Lerner was about to say more, but the elf on his right placed a warning hand on his arm. The elf visibly took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Now, is there anything else I can do for you gentlemen?" Schmidt asked.

Lerner gave him a fierce sneer. "You know, human. It wasn't so long ago that I could have had you skinned alive for your impertinence."

Schmidt returned the elf's sneer with a grim smirk. "Well, thank goodness we live in much more enlightened times."

Lerner ignored the remark, choosing instead to turn around and make his way towards the exit. His two bodyguards followed.

"Damn," Azul said. "You definitely have balls of steel. There's no way I could have talked to an elf like that."

Schmidt shrugged. "What can I say? I've got a lot of experience in dealing with elves and their nonsense." He spotted Edelweiss approaching. "Speak of the devil."

"Wow, you handled yourself quite well against that idiot," she told him.

"I probably only bought us a few hours," he said. "Lerner will go up the chain of command and try to intimidate someone higher up. It's only a matter of time before someone bends to his whims." Schmidt turned to Azul. "We better get as much done as we can while we have this crime scene to ourselves."

"On it," The detective broke away and jogged over to some uniformed officers to relay Schmidt's orders.

"Well, I can see you folk are going to be busy tonight," Edelweiss said. "I'll leave you to it."

Schmidt frowned. "And where are you off to?"

The elf was walking towards the exit and stopped to address him. "The Freelance Guild. They're the only loose end in this entire unfortunate ordeal."

The detective sighed. "I'm not about to get more complaints from them about you, am I?"

"Don't worry," Edelweiss said, waving to him as she made her way to the exit. "I'll play nice this time."


*****


"You bitch!"

"Well, so much for playing nice," Duke muttered.

Edelweiss looked up from the front desk of the Guild headquarters and saw two familiar figures headed her way. One was a large, angry orc in a red jacket, the other an older human in a tan suit. She immediately recognized them as the two recruiters who accosted her outside her apartment a few weeks ago, the ones she had to beat the hell out of after the orc had slapped her in the face.

Said orc wasn't looking too well, as he had numerous bruises and stitches on his green face. He had a fading black eye as well as a large chip in his left tusk. All in all the wounds seemed to be healing, but they were still quite noticeable. His human friend had a bandage across the bridge of his nose, from when she had broken it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" the orc asked. The human was trying to hold him back, but it was difficult due to the orc's massive size.

"I'm working now, what do you want?" Edelweiss turned away from him, choosing instead to turn her attention back to the somewhat confused receptionist who she had just been talking with.

"You have some nerve showing up here, after what you did to us!" The orc's shouting was drawing a lot of attention from the others in the lobby. Most of them, Edelweiss could tell, were Freelancers. The lobby of the building was quite large, similar in scope to that of a ritzy hotel, so there were a lot of people gathering to watch the events playing out.

"You deserved every bit of it, and you know it," she told him coldly.

"Don't you dare talk like that to me, you stupid elf, not in this building!" The orc made a move to close in on Edelweiss, but his partner shoved him back.

"Come on, Huss, that's enough," the human told him.

"Damn it, Zhang, it's because of this bitch that we got knocked back down to Copper! Now I find her just waltzing around HQ like she owns the place? Fuck that, man!"

"What's all this commotion about?" An older, gray-haired human walked up to the three of them. He was dressed in a tailored blue suit with gray pinstripes. Covering his piercing blue eyes were silver-framed spectacles that looked remarkably expensive.

"Mr. Ballard, sir," Zhang said, backing off to stand a respectable distance from the man.

Even Huss, the orc, seemed to calm down when he saw who it was.

"Well?" asked Ballard, looking from the orc to the human. "What's this all about?"

It was the orc who answered. "This one," he grunted towards Edelweiss. "She's the one who attacked us."

"I see." The old man looked towards the elf. "Ms. Edelweiss, wasn't it?"

Edelweiss raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Yes. I am."

"I am Yu Ballard, Assistant Guildmaster to the Freelance Guild," he said. "In the name of the Guild, please accept our deepest of apologies for the way you were treated."

"But, boss!" Huss shouted.

"Enough," Ballard sent a vicious glare to both the orc and Zhang. "We sent you to Ms. Edelweiss with a simple offer of membership, not to shake her down like you were some common thugs!"

"Mr. Ballard, we-" Zhang started to say but was interrupted.

"Quiet! You've disgraced the Guild enough with your previous actions, and now you start this commotion. I had thought being demoted would be enough to curtail your idiocy, but perhaps that wasn't enough!" The old human shook his head, sighing in disappointment. "Go. I'll figure out what to do with you two later."

Huss growled, then stomped away. Zhang merely followed silently.

Ballard turned back to Edelweiss, his stance and tone apologetic. "Once again, on behalf of the Freelance Guild of Drakhaven, I must beg for your forgiveness. Please, I hope you don't allow the actions of two, uh, overenthusiastic members to taint your perception of the Guild. We are not like that, I assure you."

Edelweiss frowned before crossing her arms. "Is that so? I seem to remember a time when the Freelance Guild would do exactly that, trying to strong-arm independents into their rank and file. I've personally had to go through this sort of thing numerous times when dealing with your members in Leronte."

"Oh, I see." Ballard removed his glasses, then began to polish the lenses with a handkerchief taken from his front breast pocket. "I forgot for a moment of how long-lived your kind is. You must be speaking of our earlier days when the Guild wasn't as organized as it is now."

"Yes, but in my experience, nothing changes that quickly in just thirty years," said Edelweiss.

"To you, maybe. But to we humans, thirty years is almost a lifetime. I admit, our predecessors shortly after the Guild's founding did not engage themselves in the most honorable of ways. Since then, though, the Freelance Guild has instituted numerous regulations that prevent the vast majority of… unpleasantness to occur."


"I see," said the elf with a sigh. "Look, I didn't come here for a history lesson on your Guild. I'm here because of the Steinadler."

It was faint, but Edelweiss was able to catch the softest of ticks occur in the old man's left eyelid. "I don't know what you mean."

"Come off it. In a few hours, House Mittag is going to declare a sizeable bounty on both the Steinadler and the perpetrators of its theft. Things are about to get hectic for you and your Guild. And considering the fact that this crime happened under your watch, I'm betting the Guild's reputation is on the line if that golden eagle isn't recovered. Sounds to me like you need all the help you can get."

Edelweiss tilted her head and gave the old human a wan smile. "You said you were sorry about how I was treated by your two attack dogs. If you really are as apologetic as you seem, then you'll be more than happy to help me out here. Unless of course, all those sweet words about honor and forgiveness were just empty platitudes."

Ballard frowned. He put his glasses back on his face then began walking away, towards the elevators. "Come with me."

Edelweiss rushed after him, whereupon they entered an empty elevator. The walls of the lift were polished brass and reflected the image of the two occupants all around them. Ballard leaned over to the operations panel and clicked the 12th Floor. The ride up took less than two minutes, and the two of them remained silent during the trip.

Upon setting foot on the 12th Floor, Edelweiss found herself faced with an organized mess. The floor was a collection of offices, in which all of the occupants seemed to be participating in a chaotic jumble. Men and women were glued to their telephones while others ran to and fro from one office to another delivering paperwork and files. There were even those who were asleep in the corners of each room, either on the floor or on chairs, their duties preventing them from returning home for a much-needed rest.

Ballard escorted her through the maze of hallways and offices until they reached a large, curtained-off meeting room. Inside were ten people involved in looking through various boxes of files and paperwork, all of them looking much more harried than the ones outside.

One of them looked up from his work as the two entered. "Sir," The human stated as he stood up. As he got to his feet, Edelweiss realized that the man was about four heads taller than she was. He looked to be in his late twenties and was wearing a thoroughly wrinkled tan suit.

"Ayu Mortensen, this is Edelweiss, an independent Freelancer," the old man told the younger. "She will be assisting us in this mess."

"I see," although there was a hint of suspicion in the tall human's voice, he still accepted the assistant guild master's words. "Pleasure to meet you," he said to Edelweiss as he shook her hand.

"This is Ayu Mortensen," Ballard told the elf. "He was in charge of the Steinadler delivery job. Needless to say, he's now in charge of its recovery as well as hunting down the people responsible."

"So, now that we're all here, Ms. Edelweiss. Tell me. What do you know?" Ballard asked.

The elf crossed her arms and took a long, deep breath. "Where to begin? Hmm, let's see… I know House Mittag hired you as extra security while they transported their house symbol to the capital. I know that the train was attacked en-route by a person or persons unknown, resulting in the deaths of everyone aboard. I know that at least one of the attackers was an elf-" Ballard and Mortensen looked up, startled, upon the revelation, "since the perpetrator was able to perform magic through a Faraday Ward. I also know that in order to gain access to the secure car itself, the perpetrators needed to be able to pass the biometric scanners at the door." Edelweiss met the old human's eyes. "That's how I know that someone from the Freelance Guild was one of the perpetrators."

"That's bullshit," Mortensen said. "One of us would never take part in this. Three of our Freelancers died for the gods' sake!"

Ballard held his hand out to silence any more retorts from his subordinate. He turned to Edelweiss and motioned her to explain.

"The biometrics," she said. "They were tuned only for a certain number of people. One set of biometrics was for the members of House Mittag, and another set I'm guessing was for select members of the Freelance Guild since they were guarding the cargo. Since House Mittag wouldn't be stealing from themselves, that only leaves someone from the Guild who was able to open the secure car's door."

Ballard frowned, then shook his head. "That's where you're wrong. No one from the Guild had clearance to access the secure car."

Edelweiss blinked in surprise. "What? But…"

"House Mittag didn't trust us enough to give us full access," Mortensen said. "Only members of their House could open that door. One of our men had to be locked inside that stupid car with the eagle and couldn't be let out until the train reached its destination."

"I see," Edelweiss rubbed her chin in thought.

"You said that you believe one of the perpetrators to be an elf," Ballard said. "Could one of the other Houses have attempted this? I know House Mittag and House Mitternacht are not on the best of terms."

The elf shook her head. "No. It would be a declaration of war for one House to steal another's symbol. I don't see any House committing to such an action for so petty a price. No, we're missing something." Edelweiss turned to Mortensen. "Who else besides you, the assistant guild master, and the three Freelancers on the train knew about this job?"

The tall man looked over to Ballard, who gave him a nod. "Well, aside from me, Mr. Ballard, and the three operators, everyone in this room."

"How about any support staff or clerks outside this room? Could they have known about it?"

Mortensen shook his head. "No. This was an important and pretty hush job, so we kept all details close. Only those directly involved knew the details."

"And nobody else knew about it?"

The tall man shook his head once more.

"Gunther," Ballard suddenly said aloud.

Mortensen looked up in surprise. "Wait. You're not saying…"

"He is an elf," Ballard replied.

"He can't…"

"Wait," Edelweiss suddenly cut in. "What's going on? Who's this Gunther?"

"Gunther is one of our gold level Freelancers," Ballard explained. "We had originally assigned him to this job during the preliminary planning stages, but he opted to drop out. He said some sort of emergency came up and he'd be out of the city for a few weeks."

"And this guy's an elf?" Edelweiss asked.

The old man nodded.

"It can't be Gunther," Mortensen stated. "He may be an elf, but he's bro-" The man cut off what he was about to say, remembering that Edelweiss was with them in the room. "... he was an elf, like you. Couldn't cast magic without a Grimoire. He could never have gotten passed that Faraday Ward if what you claim is true."

"He could be faking it," Edelweiss said. "It wouldn't be too hard for an elf to pretend to be using a Grimoire when in fact he was casting the spells himself."

"That seems pretty far fetched," Mortensen said.

"Maybe, but it's the only-"

Edelweiss was interrupted by an intern who had suddenly rushed into the room.

"Sir!" he shouted as soon as he saw Ballard. "Word just came out. House Mittag just put out a reward of six million bits for the recovery of the Steinadler as well as the capture or elimination of the ones responsible for the theft!"

A shocked silence fell upon the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Ballard spoke up. "We are now on a deadline. With this news, every hired gun, bounty hunter, and mercenary in the region is going to be competing with us to find and recover the Steinadler. If we're to restore the Guild's reputation, as well as avenge our fallen comrades, we need to light a fire under each of our seats and get to work!"

With his words, the room broke out into chaos once again as the Freelancers doubled their efforts.

"Ms. Edelweiss," Ballard turned to her. "I'm afraid that with the posting of the bounty, our time working together has expired. You have now become our competition. Please show yourself out." The old man waved his hand towards the exit.

Edelweiss nodded. "Good hunting," she said, before leaving the room.


*****


"Well, that was an interestin' peek into the inner workings of the Freelance Guild," Duke said as Edelweiss entered the elevator. "Think you can work in a place like this, dealing with so many people?"

"Yuck, no thanks." Her face cringed in disgust at the thought. "This place is too organized, too corporate. I'll stick to how we do things." She pushed the button for the ground floor.

"You mean blindly running around, no idea what we're doing, and occasionally getting lucky when we get ourselves a lead?"

"We're not that bad," Edelweiss glanced up at the floor display above the door. Only the Eighth floor. Why is this thing so slow now when it was super fast before? Was it because the Assistant Guildmaster was riding it? "Besides, we already have a lead."

"Oh, you mean that Gunther fella?" Duke asked.

"Yes. I need you to get his information: home address, Grimoire number, etcetera. Anything that'll help me find the guy." She was still watching the display. Fifth floor now.

"Already done. I broke into their mainframe and got the info the moment I heard the name. Interesting guy. I put everything I found in your Grimoire for you to peruse at your leisure."

"Good work, Duke," Edelweiss grinned. "I knew there was a reason I paid you the big bucks."

"Sweetheart, you don't pay me shit."

The elf let out a laugh just as the elevator reached the ground floor. The brass doors opened and Edelweiss stepped out.
 
Ten: The Steinadler Job, Part Three
Gun Elf
TEN
The Steinadler Job, Part Three




"What now?" Duke asked as soon as he and Edelweiss exited the Freelance Guild Headquarters. The courtyard outside was quite spacious, so he took the opportunity to stretch his legs by becoming visible to his partner. He trotted alongside her, seated atop his grand skeletal mount. His rusted lance hung loosely in his right arm, and it's bent, jagged point would be trailing upon the ground were he not in an incorporeal state.

"Now we make a phone call," Edelweiss told him. She stopped next to one of the courtyard's many information kiosks. It was a tall, blank structure about seven feet in height with three sides that contained holographic emitters. The holograms projected around the display told information about the Guild HQ, its history, along with various other factoids that tourists may have found interesting. One side was even interactive, allowing the visitor to speak to the kiosk's spirit and ask it questions about the Guild.

Edelweiss waved away some of the holograms that had gotten too close, then nonchalantly leaned onto the display kiosk's side. She reached into her inner coat pocket and pulled out an almost-empty box of cigarettes.

"Who are you gonna call?" Duke and his horse stopped moving when she did, his tall form atop his mount all but looming over both the kiosk and the elf.

Edelweiss pulled a cancer stick out of the box with her lips then reached into another pocket to get her lighter.

"I'm not calling anyone," she said as she struck the flint of the lighter, causing a small flame to rise from the device. After puffing a few times with the cigarette against the flame, the end finally lit and she closed the lighter's lid. "You'll be the one who'll be making the actual call."

"I see," The spirit rubbed the stubble on his chin with the back of his free hand. "So who should I be calling?"

"Squire Lerner of House Mittag," Edelweiss answered while taking a long hit from the cigarette. She then let out her breath slowly, imbuing the air around her in white smoke and the spicy scent of tobacco.

"You mean that little scum sack at the train station who was so full of himself?" Duke asked, confusion evident in his tone.

"Yup, that's the guy." She puffed on the cigarette more, adding to the cloud surrounding her. Every time a nearby hologram ventured too close to the smoke, the image would destabilize into static.

Duke sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll get him on the line. Just get your grimoire ready, I'm not sure how strong House Mittag's angels have gotten since I last infiltrated their systems."

Edelweiss raised an eyebrow upon hearing his reply. "You've invaded House Mittag's systems before? When was this?"

The former demon grinned. "That's a story for another day." With a tip of his hat, Duke and his boney stallion vanished.

Edelweiss waited. And waited. While waiting, she took the time to savor her cigarette. Several Guild Freelancers passed by, most giving her a dirty look, but she ignored them.

When her cigarette had burned itself out and as she was stomping down on its embers with her shoe, the unmistakable ring of her grimoire sounded. The elf grinned and took out the small device, which was a dull gray in color, constructed of metal and plastics, and about the size of a paperback novel. She pushed a button at its side which caused a holographic screen to pop up and hover a few inches above the device. On the screen was the face of Lerner von Mittag, who was looking utterly confused at the moment.

"Hello, Sir Squire," Edelweiss said and gave a respectful nod to the hologram.

"W-what? Who is this?" the Squire Herald sputtered. "And how did you get this number?"

"That's not important." Edelweiss gave the man a wan smile. "All you need to know is that I'm the Freelancer who's going to find your golden eagle."

"Freelancer? Ah." Lerner sneered. "You're one of the broken ones. It's frankly appalling that you chose to live instead of honorably killing yourself when you had the chance. Bah, no matter. What does the Freelance Guild want with me? You've already made a royal mess of things, what other-"

"I am not a member of the Freelance Guild," Edelweiss interrupted.

"I see." Lerner's sneer took on a less malicious air, now looking more like a disgusted frown than a true sneer. "And what is it you want with me?"

"Careful. They're trying to trace this call," Duke suddenly said in her head. "I'll keep 'em snagged up, but you'll need to be fast."

"I just wanted to ask you if you knew of any members of House Mittag that would be likely to steal the Steinadler?"

"A member of House Mittag stealing the Steinadler? How preposterous! None of our number would betray our great House. To even insinuate that such a thing could happen is the greatest of ins-"

"Ahem," Edelweiss interrupted his tirade. "Perhaps I had misspoken. Let me rephrase. I want to know if you know of any former members of your House that would hold a grudge large enough that they would commit this crime. A disgraced member, but one that isn't broken."

As soon as she had said the last word, the squire's eyes widened in some type of realization. Yeesh, House Mittag really should train their officials better; Lerner was about as readable as a children's book.

"This conversation is over," Lerner said before the screen went blank.

"Well," Edelweiss stuffed her grimoire back into her pocket. "I guess that answers that. Hey, Duke. What happened to the trace?"

"They called it off. Somethin' you said spooked 'em mightily."

"Right." The elf stepped away from the display kiosk and swiftly strode across the courtyard towards the parking lot.

"Okay, I don't get it. What was all that about? Calling that weasel and all?"

"Nothing much, I was just seeing if I was right about something."

"Oh? And were you?"

Edelweiss smiled. "Oh yes."

*****

Avery Hill was a part of the Downtown residential area. It housed numerous blocks of middle-income apartment complexes in between small blankets of parkland and recreational areas. All in all, it was a very pleasant place to live. Which was probably why the Freelancer Gunther chose to rent an apartment there.

"And you're sure this Gunther guy is the one we're after?" Duke asked as they entered the apartment building.

"Well, he's the only lead we have at the moment," Edelweiss looked at the names on the mailboxes in the lobby. There, on the box marked room 308, was the name Gunther. No surname, as broken elves lost the right to a last name when they disgraced their house.

"Third floor, room 308," Edelweiss told Duke as she made her way towards the stairs. Once in the stairwell, the elf raced up the steps, sometimes leaping three to four steps at a time, until she reached the third floor.

"Careful," Duke said. "There ain't no cameras or sensors up here, so I can't warn you if there's trouble."

"Gotcha." Edelweiss reached behind her and placed a palm on Riflebird's grip. She then opened the door of the stairwell slowly and stepped into the hallway. This floor seemed deserted, but Edelweiss made sure to keep a careful eye out as she crept through it. When she reached room 308, she drew her weapon and flattened herself against the wall to the side of the door.

She noted that the lock was an electronic one. She nodded at Duke, and within a breath, the lock turned green and the door opened.

She rushed inside, her revolver's barrel leading the way. She quickly swept through the apartment, going through the living room and kitchenette, over into the bedroom and bath, and found no one there.

"We're clear," she said, reholstering her weapon. "Nobody home."

"Well, the guy is supposed to be on vacation or somethin' right?" Duke said.

"I wonder." Edelweiss began searching through the living area. It didn't take her long to find some pretty damning evidence. On the kitchen table were various maps, plans, and files, all from the Freelance Guild, if the documents' headers were to be believed. What's more, all of the documentation had to do with the Steinadler job. From the train schedules to the security measures, all of it was there. It even contained files on the three Gold-level Freelancers that had guarded the cargo.

Duke let out a whistle. "Well, I guess Gunther did do it. Very sloppy of him to just leave evidence lying around."

Edelweiss nodded. "It's very convenient, isn't it?"

"You thinking it's too convenient?"

The elf nodded again. "Either someone got here before us and put all this here to set Gunther up, or… he left all this for us to find."

Duke rubbed his chin. "The door didn't seem tampered with. I saw no signs of demonic intrusion, either."

"Hmm." Edelweiss searched through the papers on the table until one caught her attention. "Huh. This is a receipt for a boat rental. From Canton Beach Boat Rentals. Looks like he rented a Marlinger Zinger, which cost him two hundred and fifty bits for a day's rental." She read further down the document. "And wouldn't you know it, that rental was scheduled for today."

"Well," said Duke. "I guess we're going to the beach."

*****

Edelweiss was descending the stairwell of the apartment complex. She had just reached the ground floor landing when Duke spoke up.

"Careful. There are two people in the lobby. The surveillance cam's pretty shit, so I can't identify them."

Edelweiss nodded. She proceeded towards the door to the lobby carefully. Slowly, she pulled open the door just a tiny bit, then looked through the crack. Inside the lobby were two men (one human, the other orc) who had their backs to her. They were watching the elevators, hands in their jackets, which were most likely holding arc wands.

They were also very familiar.

The elf rolled her eyes. She widened the opening in the door and then stepped through, making sure it didn't bang shut behind her. She then drew her weapon and crept towards the human, who was closest to her. Once she was right behind him, Edelweiss pressed the barrel of the gun against the back of the man's head. She then cocked the hammer back, the loud click bringing both men's attention to her.

"Damn it," Zhang muttered. He didn't seem to be too happy to find a gun pointed at his head. He raised his hands above his head. "You were supposed to watch the stairs, Huss."

Huss also cursed, raising his hands, too. "I did. I mean, I was. I-I only turned away for a second!"

Edelweiss sighed. She really didn't have the time to deal with these two idiots. "So, you followed me?"

Zhang nodded.

"I'm impressed. I didn't spot a tail at all."

"Well, it might not seem like it at the moment, but we are professionals," the human said.

"I thought your boss told you guys to leave me alone," Edelweiss said.

"That was before the notice came up," said Zhang. "Six mil is a lot of money. And since you aren't part of the Guild…"

"You're fair game," finished Huss.

The elf nodded. "I figured as much." She reached into Zhang's jacket and pulled his arc wand from its holster. She then tossed it into a far corner right by the stairs. "You, too, orc. Slowly. You try anything funny and your friend's brains are going to be decorating the ceiling."

Huss slowly reached into his jacket and grasped his weapon. There was a look of indecision on his face, as he seemed to be struggling between whether to do as she said or to try his luck and shoot her. In the end, his concern for Zhang's well being won out, and he tossed his arc wand over to the far corner.

"Now your grimoires."

The two men pulled out their devices, then tossed it to the corner to join their weapons.

"Good." Edelweiss pulled out a set of handcuffs. There was a pipe on one end of the lobby, behind a potted plant, which ran from the floor all the way up to the ceiling along the wall. She tossed the cuffs onto the floor right beside the pipe. "You two, cuff yourselves to that pipe."

She shoved Zhang towards it. The human stepped over to the pipe and picked up the handcuffs. Huss stayed where he was, seemingly content to just glower. Edelwiess aimed her gun in his direction, which soon had the orc moving quickly to join his partner. Zhang clicked on one manacle to his left wrist, then wound the chain behind the pipe. Huss took the other manacle and clicked it to his right wrist. Now both Freelancers were stuck, held in place by the pipe.

"We'll get you for this," Huss told her with a gruff grunt.

"Not before I get that six million," she replied with a smile. "Any more outside?" she asked Duke.

"Yeah! There's dozens of us!" Huss said.

"Nope. All clear."

Edelweiss nodded, then waved goodbye to the two. "I'm sure someone will saw you two out of those cuffs. Eventually." With that, she exited the lobby.

*******

The Marina was located along a large stretch of beaches that ran along the eastern coastline of the city. Unlike the Docks, the Marina was purely for recreational use, with private pleasure boats and watercraft found cruising through its waters. Every day thousands of beachgoers would flock to the Marina to board their boats and yachts, as well as partake in the pleasures of the beach. Weather permitting, of course.

Canton Beach was in a nondescript part of the Marina. Usually, the beach would be packed with people trying to get in some sun, swim, and sand. But today was an unusually cool day, so only a few beachgoers were out.

The boat rental was located on a dock next to the beach. It housed all sorts of watercraft, from jet skis and speedboats, all the way to the more seaworthy Zingers. Edelweiss parked in the lot nearby, then walked onto the pier. The scent of the ocean was different here than at her place; it felt colder, more serene. Plus it didn't have the pervasive aroma of raw fish from the fishing boats that were docked outside her window.

"There it is," Duke spoke up just as they were passing a docked boat.

"What?" Edelweiss asked.

"Marlinger Zinger, number 2. That's the boat that the invoice at Gunther's apartment said he rented."

Edelweiss looked the boat over. It was a small craft, not much bigger than a speedboat. Its hull was painted completely white except for the center of the port and starboard sides which had Canton Beach Boat Rentals stenciled in black paint. A number 2 was painted near the bow at the front. Overall the craft looked clean and relatively new.

"I suppose finding Gunther will be a bit more difficult than finding his boat," Edelweiss replied.

"Look on your six."

She turned around and saw the end of the pier. There were seating areas with several benches there. Sitting at one of them was the unmistakable figure of an elf. He had long, dark blonde hair and was wearing a skin-tight black outfit that hugged all his curves. He also looked pretty haggard, with thick bags under his eyes and his posture while seated was drooping. It was like he hadn't slept or eaten in a few days.

"That him?" Edelweiss asked.

"Yup. That's him," Duke answered.

She drew her weapon. "Let's go say hi."
 
Eleven: The Steinadler Job, Part Four
Gun Elf
ELEVEN
The Steinadler Job, Part Four





The Canton Beach pier was deserted for all except two figures. Both were elves, though that was where their similarities ended. One of them, seated upon one of the pier's benches, was older. He wore a tight black bodysuit, one designed to allow maximum freedom of movement. His long, shoulder-length hair was dark blonde and tangled from days without a shower. He seemed tired, almost exhausted, though also totally at peace with the world.

The other had a .44 caliber revolver aimed directly at his head. She was slowly approaching his seated form, her long flaxen hair, almost white in the light, being blown back by a stiff sea breeze. Her tailored gray suit made her look all business, which only added to the seriousness of her drawn weapon.

The first figure noticed the second approaching, yet did nothing. He merely sat back further on the bench and smiled, looking for all intents and purposes like he was pleased with the situation.

"Congratulations," Gunther said when Edelweiss was near enough. "You've got me."

The female elf raised an eyebrow. "You're giving up?"

"Always planned to," Gunther said, his soft, lilting voice sounding smug. "I've done all I set out to do. Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't killed me yet. It'd be much easier to bring a corpse to collect a reward than a living man."

"Well, to tell you the truth, I have thought about it," Edelweiss said, gun still aimed at his head. "You did kill a whole bunch of people, after all. Some might say that you deserve to die."

Gunther's serene smile widened. "And what would you say?"

"I'd say that I'm a Freelancer and one that doesn't take assassination jobs."

"Ah." The male elf nodded, as if understanding something. "I've heard of you, you know. The broken elf Freelancer who wields a firearm. The Gun Elf, they call you."

"You should trademark that," said Duke. Edelweiss mentally shushed him.

"Well, since you know my reputation, you know that I can't let you go," she told him. "Not that you seem like you want to get free. You said that you'd done what you set out to do. What did you mean? And where's the Steinadler?"

Gunther laughed. "You mean that gaudy trinket that the great and honorable House Mittag so worships? Gone. Into the deepest parts of the Markady Trench. Took it on a ride in my rental Zinger where I dumped that golden piece of garbage into the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean." The elf continued to giggle. "Even the great and honorable House Mittag, for all their wealth and resources, will never find it."

Edelweiss was appalled. He went through all this trouble, killed all those people… only to dump the treasure that he worked so hard to get into the ocean. "Why?"

Gunther's smile turned bitter. "Spite, mostly. I am Jurgen von Mittag. Firstborn and heir to all of that great and oh so glorious house. Yet after one simple mistake, they threw me out. Like trash. Just one stupid lapse in judgment and 200 years of faithful service didn't mean a damn."

"What did you do?"

"Do? Hmph." Gunther sneered. "I was convicted of the oh-so-horrible 'crime' of bedding a human. Well, in this case, it was a male human. It was a mistake, mind you, a short moment of weakness for me. It was the first and only time I've ever done something so vulgar. The family, of course, could have covered it up, but no. My father, the great Alfonse von Mittag, couldn't stand to have a sodomite in the family. So I was stripped of my influence, my titles, even my very name. I'm sure you understand the horror, the indignity of it. Of your own family treating you like you never existed."

The male elf slowly smiled. "But in the end, it was me who would have the last laugh. I took their oh-so-precious symbol, the majestic golden eagle of House Mittag, and drowned it. They take my honor away, well, fine. I shall take all of theirs!"

The pier was silent, except for the cries of the gulls above. Edelweiss held her tongue, processing what she had just learned. She still held her stance, with Riflebird pointing directly at Gunther's skull.

After a moment's reflection, Edelweiss spoke up. "I sympathize with your grief. Part of me even understands your bitterness. But in your blind pursuit of revenge, you killed seven people. People who were just doing their jobs. Freelancers, like you and me. You talk about your family taking your honor, but that's where you're wrong. Your family didn't take your honor, you threw it away."

"Oh, come off it," Gunther rolled his eyes. "Why are you so focused on the deaths of lower beings? They were in my way, so I got rid of them. It wasn't anything personal."

Edelweiss narrowed her eyes. "The fact that you can say that after living and working with these people is truly appalling."

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not some sort of elf supremacist or anything like that." The male elf frowned, a look of distaste on his face. "I didn't want to kill them, but I had to. They very well wouldn't have given me the Steinadler if I'd have asked, would they? If it makes you feel any better, had they been elves, I still would have killed them."

"That really doesn't make it any better."

Gunther shrugged. "It is what it is. I did what I did, and that's all there is to it. Who are you to judge me?"

"You're right," Edelweiss said. "I'm not here to judge you. I'm just here to deliver you to the proper authorities, and then get paid." She reached for her belt to retrieve her handcuffs, but then remembered that she had used them to cuff Huss and Zhang back at Gunther's apartment. "Damn." She motioned with her gun for the other elf to stand up. "Get up. You've got a date with the police."

Gunther merely shrugged as he stood, hands held up high. "Doesn't matter to me. My revenge is complete. You may do as you wish to me."

She lead him down the pier towards the parking lot where she had parked the Fairlady. The docks were still absent of any other people, so leading Gunther around by gunpoint was far easier as there were no gawking, frightened, or concerned onlookers to deal with.

The two of them were halfway down the pier when suddenly, two hovercars flew overhead. The black, elegantly streamlined aircraft circled the sky above a few times before moving down to land in the parking lot. Edelweiss caught the symbol of House Mittag emblazoned along the sides of the cars.

She stopped Gunther from moving forwards, her narrowed eyes watching the black aircars. From the lead vehicle emerged three familiar figures: Squire Herald Lerner and his two escorts. From the other car, six heavily armed and armored mercenaries exited the vehicle. They wore thick defensive padding and carried large, military-grade arc lances. The six mercs surrounded the three elves then proceeded to escort them down the pier towards Edelweiss and her quarry.

"Ms. Edelweiss," Lerner stated as he and his men stopped about ten feet from the two of them. He looked crisp as always, with his finely combed hair and dark suit. Edelweiss could see the resemblance between him and Gunther. "I see you have captured our little fugitive."

"Lerner," Gunther said with a smirk. "Still the unpleasant little toad that you've always been. How nice to see you again."

The Squire ignored the jab, choosing instead to address Edelweiss herself. "Good work. We'll be taking over from here."

"How'd you find me?" she asked.

Lerner sneered. "You aren't the only one with a demon."

Edelweiss felt a cold chill run down her spine. House Mittag has a demon?

She mentally called for Duke, but he would not answer. Not good.

"Now, please handover the suspect and the Steinadler." Lerner said. The mercenaries aimed their weapons at Edelweiss and Gunther.

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm not getting my six million?" she asked.

Gunther laughed. "Because you're not. Little Lerner here is desperate to move up in House Mittag's hierarchy. He thinks that by capturing me and returning the Steinadler, he'll earn himself a few points with those up top. Oh, and I'm sure the six million bits don't hurt, either."

"Enough," Lerner cut in, annoyance evident on his face. "Where is the Steinadler?"

Edelweiss gave out a sigh. "In the ocean."

"What?"

Gunther laughed. "Like she said, Lerner. I sunk it in the ocean. Right over the Markady Trench. It's probably two thousand miles underwater by now."

"You disgusting simpleton," Lerner snarled. "No matter. We can have another made to easily replace the lost original."

Gunther stopped laughing. "What? You wouldn't dare! That's treasonous!"

"Only if someone finds out." This time it was Lerner who laughed. "Did you really think House Mittag would put so high a stake in a simple trinket? Another can be made and no one will ever know about it. The House's honor shall remain unshaken, and you, Jurgen, will be dead as you should have been long ago!"

"And I suppose I'm just going to end up as a casualty of the crossfire?" Edleweiss asked.

"Of course," Lerner smirked. "Such is the fate of all broken when going up against any elf. Frankly, I'm surprised Gunther let you live."

Edelweiss tried calling Duke again, but still, there was no answer.

"Captain," Lerner said, addressing the leader of the mercs. "Dispose of this trash. We'll take care of-"

Before he could finish, Gunther caused the space in between both groups to expand outwards, creating a vacuum in between them. The sudden in-rush of air refilling the vacuum caused an explosion that staggered both parties. Gunther was expecting the move, so he landed on his feet. Two unfortunate mercenaries were blown off the pier and into the water. Everyone else landed on their backs.

"Kill them!" Lerner shouted as he tried to stand. "Kill them all!"

Edelweiss got to her feet first and aimed her gun at him. A loud retort followed her pulling the trigger. Luckily for Lerner, one of his bodyguards was fast enough to push him out of the way. The bodyguard himself wasn't so lucky, as the bullet meant for Lerner tore into his neck, almost ripping his head off. His body collapsed onto his employer who then began to shriek in fright.

All chaos broke loose as the remaining mercenaries on the pier found their footing and began shooting their arc lances. Edelweiss had to take cover behind a large rubbish bin as bolts of plasma and ice shot overhead. Gunther, meanwhile, stood where he was, using his control of the air to cause any projectile coming at him to veer away. He began a slow but steady pace forwards, heading towards Lerner, as the mercenaries continued to pepper him with arc lance fire to no effect.

"I'll handle him," said the remaining bodyguard as he helped Lerner up. "You take care of the Freelancer!" Once the squire was standing, he bolted in the other direction, more than happy to let his subordinates handle the fight.

The mercenaries changed their target, switching their fire towards Edelweiss. She huddled tightly behind the trash bin as the shots began to widdle and melt away at her metal and concrete cover.

Gunther and the bodyguard met in the middle of the battlefield, each exchanging bolts of fire and ice. It seemed that Gunther's opponent was well versed in solid spell casting, as he was freezing the air around him every time Gunther started to throw fire, easily blocking the flames. The fugitive then attempted to trap the bodyguard inside a vacuum, but the elf proved too quick, moving too swiftly for him to trap.

Edelweiss attempted to peek out from the bin to spot a target, but the four mercs would not relent in their shooting. They gave her no opportunity to shoot back. Each of them was good enough to time their fire, so that if one arc lance overheated at least two others could cover for them.

One mercenary had gotten close enough to her hiding spot to use a second arc lance. This one spouted fire like a dragon's breath, which quickly enveloped the air in front of him. Edelweiss screamed as the fire singed her, but before the flames could fully engulf her body a gigantic burst of air rushed out from the side and hit the mercenary directly in the chest. The force was strong enough to douse the flames of the arc lance and send the merc sailing backwards. He landed several hundred feet out in the waters of the bay.

Edelweiss looked around. "Duke? Was that you?"

"Sorry I took so long. Had a tussle with House Mittag's pet demon."

"You okay?"

"O'course. That young punk was no match for me."

"Good to know." There was a lul in the arc lance shots so she emerged from cover and shot twice. One of the bullets hit a mercenary in the chest, penetrating the thin mithril padding to pierce the flesh beneath. The merc collapsed to the ground dead, leaving two left on the dock for her to deal with.

Duke continued to cast spells through Edelweiss' grimoire. The remaining two mercs were standing next to each other, sharing the same cover. Above their heads, ice began to form. Like a time-lapse video, the crystals expanded until it formed a thick, block of ice. When the ice crystals formed a perfect cube, gravity finally caught on and it dropped. The ice managed to hit one of the mercenaries in the back, causing him to cry out and drop to his knees. The other merc slid out of the way of the crashing chunk of ice, almost tripping over his heels.

Edelweiss took advantage of their plight by sending a bullet each into their helmets. The two mercs dropped like flies.

Gunther was finishing up his fight as well. The bodyguard was cut up and bleeding from various scratches carved in by tiny swipes of air, each of which was formed to be as tight as a solid blade. Gunther was lashing out furiously with each air blade, not giving his opponent any chance to attack back. Eventually, the other elf collapsed onto his knees in exhaustion, whereupon the fugitive reached out with one hand and flooded him in flames. The elf screamed in agony and tried to run to the edge of the pier to dive off into the water, but he only managed to get halfway before the flames engulfing him burned him into a crisp.

Gunther looked around the scene, spotting Edelweiss and seeing that she had taken out the remaining mercenaries. "Lerner! Where is he?"

As if to answer his question, one of the House MIttag aircars zoomed swiftly overhead before flying with due haste towards the city.

"Damn it, he got away!" Gunther shouted.

"Does it matter?" asked Edelweiss. "We're both still alive, his plan failed."

"Of course it matters!" Gunther said while still staring at the escaping aircar. "He'll create a fake Steinadler if I don't catch him now! I refuse to have my plans derailed like this!"

The male elf suddenly flung out his hand and Edelweiss felt a fierce gust of wind pull her gun right out of her grip. Riflebird flew through the air before landing on the wooden floor of the pier, about twenty feet away.

"Duke!" she shouted for assistance while stepping back, away from Gunther.

"Sorry, kid. Your grimoire's outta juice."

"Damn it." Edelweiss eyed Gunther, then glanced towards her gun. She wondered if she could reach it in time before the other elf had a chance to cast a spell. She very much doubted it.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I really don't want to kill you," said Gunther. "But I sincerely doubt you'd just let me walk away from here, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't," Edelweiss said honestly.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she began to think of any way out of this. Would she have to use it? The consequences of doing so could be immense.

"Then that means you're in my way," Gunther said. "And as you know, I won't let anything get in the way of my revenge."

Edelweiss knew she had no choice. She concentrated. Her mind tapped into the Aethernet, something she hadn't done in numerous decades. A warmth began coursing through her body, a familiar heat that was as vital to her as the blood flowing through her veins.

"Goodbye, Gun Elf," Gunther stated as he raised his arm. Flames began to coalesce in his palm.

The heat began to intensify inside Edelweiss' body. She focused all of it into her right hand, and soon small sparks began to appear.

Gunther saw the sparks and paled. "Impossible! You're supposed to be broken!"

He lashed out with his arm, the flames erupting in his palm when suddenly there were flashes of bright green from behind. Gunther gasped as he felt searing pain from his back as his lungs and other internals were vaporized. The flames in his hand died out, and soon he collapsed to the floor, dead.

The heat vanished from Edelweiss' body as she saw the fugitive fall. The sparks fizzled out and her heartbeat steadied. She looked behind Gunther and spotted the familiar forms of Huss and Zhang standing over the dead fugitive's form. The Freelancers held a smoking arc wand in each of their hands.

Edelweiss let out a relieved breath. "I never thought I'd actually be happy to see you two idiots."

"That's right, bitch!" shouted a grinning Huss. "We saved your sorry ass!"

Zhang merely rolled his eyes, then put his arc wand back into its holster.

"Let me guess, you put a tracker on my car?" Edelweiss asked.

Zhang shrugged. "Like I said, we are professionals."

"And now that six mil is ours!" Huss said. He then narrowed his eyes at Edelweiss. "Unless you got something to say about it."

"Nope," she shook her head. "As you said, you saved my life. Besides, I don't take assassination jobs. Money's all yours." She walked over to Riflebird and picked the weapon up.

"Good, and we ain't sharing!" Huss stated.

It was then that the three heard sirens in the distance. It seemed that all the commotion on the pier had stirred up the attention of local law enforcement.

"Better late than never," Edelweiss mumbled in annoyance as she spotted one police aircar flying through the air towards them. "This is going to be a lot of paperwork."

*******

In the end, nothing was really solved. Zhang and Huss only received half of the reward since they failed to bring in the Steinadler. The second half of the reward went to Lerner von Mittag, who miraculously managed to bring back the golden eagle in once piece. Strangely enough, no one except House Mittag personnel was allowed to examine the recovered Steinadler, and everyone just had to take House Mittag's word that it was indeed the original missing symbol.

Zhang and Huss decided to share the majority of their three million bits with the families of those slain in the theft. This generosity got both Freelancers promoted back to Silver rank in the Guild.

Gunther was officially the one held responsible for the murders and theft of the Steinadler. There was no mention of him being Jurgen Von Mittag, the former heir of the House. In the official documents, he was just a houseless, broken elf who wanted to hold the Steinadler for ransom but was killed by two Freelancers before he could get run his heinous deed to completion. His vengeance was foiled completely.

Meanwhile, Edelweiss went home and ordered a pizza. If the fact that six million credit bits had just slipped through her fingers bothered her, then she didn't bother to show it. What good would focusing on what-ifs be, anyway? She was alive, she was free, and she managed in her own small way to bring justice to seven slain souls. That was all she cared about.

But, if she were being honest with herself, having several million bits in the bank wouldn't have hurt, either.

Maybe next time.

Glossary of Terms:

Mithril
: A synthetic fabric that has proven to be very resilient to the elemental effects of magic. Mithril is often woven into thick padding in modern day body armor. Although it doesn't protect the wearer from spells completely, they do provide some modicum of defense against mages. Mithril is completely useless against knives or firearms, however.
 
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