Within seconds of catching sight of Sofya, the man and two others behind him were giving glances back and forth, feet faltering and knees beginning to tremble. They knew that neither of the women would be the types to give idle threats.
“Yes,” Dante said, smiling towards Sofya. ”Perhaps these men would like to meet us outside of town.” She turned her gaze back towards the three men. ”You all could surely learn a lesson there if I don’t happen to get the government files that I’ve requested.”
The threat was magic to their ears, and one of the men scrambled back into the room he’d come from before running back out, a pile of papers in his arms. He dropped them in front of Dante and Sofya before running back over to his friends. “Take ‘em!” he yelled. ”Take anything!”
A flick of Dante’s eyebrows showed that she was pleased, and she lifted a stack of the papers from the ground, handing half to Sofya. The papers dated back over the past few months, most of which being the transcriptions between government officials, but they would do. ”Well, I apologise that you may not get to show off your talents at the moment, but I do believe that we’ve been given quite the gift of secret intelligence. I’ll leave it to you whether you’d like to give them a parting display of explosions; otherwise, our work here is done.”
Sofya stared blankly, intensely, without really caring one way or another what happened to these workers. They were replaceable and thought that because they knew some slivers of the truth, they’d never be let go. It was nearly enough to make her laugh. Even someone like her could be replaced after a while. The homunculi, at the true top, they’d been around for centuries and would always need humans who wanted enough knowledge that they would go to the opposite side- she’d never asked but clearly, they’d had people like her long before she was alive.
“No, I’ll pass,” she smiled lightly at Dante. “We’re out in the open, and I’ve only recently left prison. I don’t want to squander my freedom on something so small as this.” She wondered if Dante had ever experienced being trapped. Maybe, she thought, there were different sorts of traps for someone to be in. “I think it would be best to just leave…I will go with you.”