"Monarch,

One of my informants at the coast guard has caught a glimpse of the Vigil anchored near Sea Mauville. Thought you should know.

- Krueger"

The redhead read over the small note for the fifteenth time since boarding the small ferry from Slateport to Dewford, crumbling the piece of paper within her palm. Krueger was one of the few people she trusted enough to adhere to his words without a second guess, also because his goals coincidentally overlapped with hers… especially when it pertained to the ghosts from her past. They shared an equal amount of hate for at least some of those bastards. So when he came to her with information, Yvaine was all too eager to investigate. Not that she'd expect the Vigil to still be there by the time she arrived, but the fact they were near Sea Mauville only made it more worth it to check the place out. So she'd traveled to Slateport, pulled a few strings, and after a small conversation with the captain of one of the ferries frequenting the area, they'd come to an agreement. The captain had agreed on making a short stop near the abandoned research facility, Sea Mauville, and in return she would bring back one of the lockboxes supposedly still hidden within one of the labs.

Not that hard a request to fulfill, especially not considering the pay-off she got for it. The man would keep his boat anchored until she returned, so she had all the time in the world -so to speak- to explore. He's even gone ahead and added it to the official schedule so anyone on board wouldn't be able to protest at the time-consuming endeavour. And although she wondered what the captain exactly wanted from the lockbox to become this invested, it was only a fleeting thought in the face of what she had to gain. The red haired bounty hunter rummaged in her pocket, pulling a lighter and a cigarette from it and flicking the flame; first to burn the paper she'd been holding, letting its burning remains be swallowed by the winds until only ashes remained. Then she'd casually light her cigarette, inhaling the nicotine as she leant against the bow of the shop, staring off into the distance.

Half an hour more until they'd reach their destination.

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