Tressa turns from the Lord's hologram and drives the point home. The red strobes paint her wings and armor in sharp bands as she points the Pirate Lords toward the live trail on the console.
Tressa
Our mole is down in the service gantries. We do not need his wasteland job. We go hunting now.
The Dockmaster
The tag is still active. If Morrow Nine moves, I can follow it.
Pirate Lord 12
Then we move fast. Split the lanes, cut off the exits.
Pirate Lord 6
If the traitor is boxed in, the fleet keeps control. Better than chasing a Lord's bait.
The council snaps into motion. Boots clang on the grating as the crew fans into the steam-filled shafts, the access ladder glowing red on the wall beside the live signal trace.
The Lord
Interesting. She chooses the knife over the bargain. Let us see what she uncovers first.
✓ Quest Accepted
Corner Morrow Nine in the service gantries
“*use my pirate Crews to surround the lower gantry while I and the other pirate Lords prepare to go in for the kill*”
SUCCESS (Good Streetwise, rolled +3)
Tressa’s order ripples through the gantries. Crews peel off in pairs and threes, vanishing into steam, catwalk shadows, and ladder wells to lock down the lower levels.
Below, the service shafts flare red and then dim to a pulsing glow. The live trace on the Dockmaster’s console splits into branches as her people start feeding it fresh eyes.
The Dockmaster
I have him. Morrow Nine is still moving, but he has fewer exits now.
A sharp cluster of icons blooms on the display, marking pirate positions around the lower gantry like a tightening noose. One side corridor goes dark as somebody seals it from the outside.
Pirate Lord 12
Good. Keep the mouth shut.
The Lord
Excellent. She is not hunting a rat anymore, she is steering the maze.
A thin ping flashes across the route map, then locks onto one maintenance spine deeper in the shafts. The signal does not vanish, it stops, pinned by the surround.
Quest Complete
Corner Morrow Nine in the service gantries