The warren was dirty, reeking of filth streaming from the sewers and dumpsters. Its building's walls were like west sticky paper. It wasn't necessarily Jezebel's favorite place to be. She kept to the darkness, slinking past the rotting dumpsters and trash mounds. The Drowned Warren, as they put it, was a different story. She couldn't necessarily say it had improved it, however badly it had needed a bath. Today she were the instigator, blow up building and blame it on the reapers. It was as simple as that. There had always been a continuous war between the two, even their hatred for the First Sons dimmed in comparison. Guess it came hand in hand with hobos and junkies. The warren needed to be toppled completely anyways, lay waste to all the Dustmen and hopeless maggots that followed them.
She leaned up to the wall, took off the gas mask which could be sweltering in this district. The detonator rested in her hand. A small but functional device, invented by her of course. The light bleeped overhead, it was ready. She counted in her head and click- she pressed a thumb to the button. Nothing. ”Oh come on,” She growled and jammed her finger into the button again, running through the usual process in her head. Yep, she had done everything right. Why wasn't it- BOOM! She jumped as the quiver that ran through the earth, the sound that echoed through the district as the designated warehouse toppled. It had been a bit more theatrical than she had hoped. Oh well, the evidence had been planted and she felt hopelessly proud of herself. A laugh left her lips, which she quickly clammed. ”As if dumb maggots like the reapers could construct a bomb like that.” She muttered, dumping the detonator in the dumpster.
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