Hello, My Name Is: Death
"So, what did you figure out?" Jerek asked, and I stood back against the mural with Tabra.
"I figured out that the initials mean you guys, so you are in danger. I don't know who from though, they must have hired someone to cover there prints and tracks. This came from no where. And I mean that it was specifically made for this specific message. The knife, how it curves at the topo, início to the right and goes flat as if you cut off the tip, means Death at Dawn. Which, roughly translated, means that they kill at Dawn. But, I dug deeper, and I figured out that they are just a cult that study the Black Magical arts, and travel the world, collecting ingrediants for there seguinte potion or magical magic thing. Bottom line, you are in danger por a cult of magic harnessed killers. I'd watch out for them." Verona handed the faca back, and put a finger on the hilt. "The hilt is made of leather, which, in this case, means Loyalty of the Dead."
"Loyalty as in Bringers." Tabra cut in.
"Exactly." Verona continued. "The bringers are very dangerous as well. They do the bidding of the cults that hire them, and the Loyalt of the Dead leather means that they will come for you guys too. I don't know who they hired for the track and prints covering, but I will find out. I have the elements in my database, and I'll give you a call once I figure who the handler is."
"Alright, thanks so much V." They hugged and we started off for the staircase after waving and saying goodbye.
"So, we are on the run then from yet another possy wanting our death?" I asked, once we were in the car.
"Looks like it." Tabra said, and the vibe in the car went from nervous to scared.
"Will it be worse then Haus?" I said.
"Oh yes, much, much worse." Jerek answered and we headed back to headquarters.