Fenrir's Fangs

"Same outcome as always, Vladimir." Sabrina followed him to the bar, where they took a seat at their regular table with Ann. She ordered a shot of whiskey, the usual... the same usual her grandfather ordered. She pulled out the tattered journal that acted like her bible and her deep blue eyes scanned her favorite bar story; Viktor and Mel wasted, dancing on top of the bar... unlike other agents of the DUSK she loved to look back at history. "Learn from the past to prepare for the future" she always said.


Sabrina listened to the mission Vlad's lover had given him. She closed the book and threw her ponytail back over her shoulder, then walked up to him. "Sounds like you need stealth for this one. That's my specialty."