Peace inside. Tranquillity in the last rays of sunshine. Outside, war.
Burnout stared at the scene on the tarmac. The man he recognized as Ryan Mercury-his target-held a gun to the head of an elven woman, threatening to kill her if the black suits interfered with his plan to escape.
Burnout saw all that peripherally, however, paying only marginal attention to it. The thing that drew him, that pulled him in, was the item Ryan Mercury carried on his belt. The size of a child's head, the thing glinted golden through the holes in the mesh bag.
Powerful magic. So potent that even Burnout could smell its force like a palpable aroma. Made his eyes tear up.
/ must have it.
He reached the cyclone fencing at the near side of the compound, next to the mountain side. This was no obstacle for him. He merely bent his cybernetic legs and jumped. Up and over, landing delicately without sound.
The peace inside gave way to the craving, the hole that must be filled. The last vestiges of the drug's influence washed out with the searing desire for that powerful magic. He would accomplish his mission after all-Ryan Mercury would die-and Burnout would take the item as payment.