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| Author: | Alli |
| Summary: | Sylvie reflects on her decisions, and Sil gets a letter. |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
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Sylvie Sullivan walked through the Trade District in Stormwind, and no one seemed to care. She smiled to herself, looking at the familiar facades she'd begun to think she'd never see again. It was true, she had betrayed a lot of people, but that didn't matter if no one could recognize her. She squeezed the magical coin in her pocket, and her smile widened. There was the Trias Cheese Shop, the auction house, and finally the headquarters of Sullivan Trade and Transport.
She almost wanted to knock, peek in as a stranger to see how the family was doing without her. They must be struggling. Simon was spineless and had the new baby to take care of, besides. Her parents were getting on in years. Sil had abandoned them all. They really shouldn't have thrown her away.
"So much for family loyalty," she murmured, glancing down at the stack of unmarked crates on the road nearby. She knew to keep her distance from those. "Or perhaps that's the Sullivan legacy. We look out for ourselves."
A scream sounded in the distance, and she hurried on towards the canals. Perhaps it was time to think about leaving the capital, at least till the plague blew over. Maybe she should've guessed what the man from Northrend was after. Would it have made a difference, if she had?
The crates had gone out to all the Alliance and Horde capitals, so the carnage was likely as bad in Orgrimmar as it was in Stormwind. She had arranged for an extra shipment to a particular Mystic Ward address in Ironforge, as well. It was certainly too late for her to bring this information to Judah, her Horde contact, or to anyone on the Alliance side. She was far too complicit by now, in far too many deaths.
Walking by the canal, she glanced down at her reflection. She still wasn't used to seeing the black-haired, sharp-featured woman who looked back up at her. Would the man from Northrend even recognize her, if she tossed the coin away? Had Judah realized she hadn't gone back to Outland yet? It was possible the answer to both of those questions was a no. In that case, what to do?
On the one hand, there was the Forsaken. On the other, the Scourge. Who was most likely to reward her loyalty more? Was there really any way to say for sure? She pulled out the magic coin and looked at it for a long moment. With a shrug, she flipped it into the air.
***
Sil Silentstep stopped by the Ironforge townhouse to see if he had any mail to pick up. There was the company newsletter, of course. He skimmed it, grimacing when he got to the part about Teron Gorefiend. It didn't look like they were all going to be fired, at least.
A couple of other letters looked like the usual garbage. Opportunity to buy a patch of land in Zangarmarsh! or Invest in eternium now, before the Ironforge conglomerates take over the resources!.
Underneath these, there was a letter with a familiar icon on the envelope. Sullivan Trade and Transport. What could they want with him now? He'd thought it was a pretty clean break, all things considered. He stuck the others under his arm and tore open the unexpected letter, skimming the contents.
It was written so dryly and professionally that it took a moment for the import of the words to hit him. And then they did. He stepped back to lean against the wall of the townhouse, looking over it again, as if he might've misunderstood it the first time. The words hadn't changed.
He slid down to sit against the wall, the other letters falling unnoticed to his side. He blinked, waiting for tears to come, but he just felt numb. This changed things. Or did it? He wasn't a Sullivan anymore.
He shoved the letter back into its envelope and ran a hand over his face. It was about time to get to HQ. There was a Scourge invasion to handle.