Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours. @visionofnoxus
The word she was looking for was “insulted”. Noxian extremists had decided that the best place to assassinate the leader of their nation and supposed dictator was while he was in the middle of a political trip in Piltover. While Swain was being occupied with his admiration of hextech and discussing with the politicians and merchants, they’d simply blow up the whole building he was staying out, and just like that, they could assume control.
Except Caitlyn had caught wind of their plans two weeks earlier and had successfully infiltrated their operation. By the time they supposedly were blowing up the building, they were already locked and behind bars. Their weapons dismantled, the bombs defused and their plans in shambles.
… and yet they all died mysteriously while on captivity. No dental records, no familial ties, not even their names, 10 lives just gone in an instant. And why did the Trifarix of Vision come without guard? Was this all perhaps just some sort of smoke screen? What was she missing? Regardless, she limited herself as to walk forward and tip her hat. “Evening Grand General. Have a good night. I’ll get back to work” without waiting for an answer, she walked past him, she had a lot of dirt to dig and she felt that someone had tried to take advantage of the situation to take control of Piltover
Yes insulted. That was the word.