Terminal Velocity • Voltron x Terminal List

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He looked like a man who wasn't convinced that working with Capstone Industries was a good idea, and Lance assumed that over the next few hours, Emilio Perrello's sole purpose was to convince him otherwise.

Lance had his own purpose for the night, and he waited as the sun went down to fulfill it.

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Emilio didn't reappear with the man from the limo – who Pidge had identified as Matthew Scopek – until a little after 9:00. The two exchanged a few words, and Scopek nodded, although his frown remained. Then he and his two guards got in the limo and drove off.

Emilio remained in front of the house, watching as the limousine disappeared, before going inside, leaving the door open behind him. Less than two minutes later, all the partygoers and revelers began streaming out of the house. Once the house was empty, Emilio spoke to his security team, then went inside. One by one, the lights in the house went off, and then a light lit up on the second floor.

Lance tracked through his scope as Emilio passed by two windows, then moved forward to open the balcony doors to let in the night air. Then he stepped back and continued walking, dropping his jacket onto an armchair and tossing his tie on the ground before moving into what Lance presumed was a bathroom attached to the suite.

"I'm moving in. Radio silence from here on out. I'll contact you once I've finished up," Lance said before flicking off his comms.

He made his way down from the outcropping he'd been camped out at for half the day, moving almost silently through the underbrush and coming to the edge of the clearing around the property. He waited for the guards patrolling the perimeter to make the same pass they did every 15 minutes before darting forward under the shadow of the house. Lance had spotted a trellis that leaned up against the building, and he tested to see if it would hold his weight. After he was convinced that it would be sufficient, he scaled the trellis, stepped to the right where he balanced on a ledge outlining one of the second-floor windows, and took another step onto the railing of Emilio's balcony. He slipped into the room and immediately ducked behind the wall so as to be out of sight of the windows in case a guard broke pattern and headed further out from the house. He listened for the white noise of the shower and Emilio's humming before moving back to the balcony and silently pulling the doors closed, letting the curtain fall into place to shield himself from external eyes.

Then he prepared to cross another name off his list.

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"Exfiltration complete," Lance said after switching his comms back on over an hour later. He winced as the staticky crackle met what felt like the start of another migraine. "I'll meet you at the rendezvous point in ten."

"Roger that. No abnormal activity from the guards," Keith said as Lance began jogging through the surrounding forest. He made it to the predetermined location in eight minutes, and this time, Keith beat him there.

"How'd it go?" Keith asked, eyes unreadable.

Lance didn't go into detail, just said, "It wasn't pleasant, but I've got the next name." Lance had held a bag over his face, nearly suffocating the man before zip tying him to a chair to begin his interrogation. He'd only had to break two fingers to get what he wanted, and then on account of Perrello's compliance, he ended him with a chemical cocktail that would usher him into death with little to no pain.

Keith hummed as they started jogging back to where they'd parked their vehicle, and like before, Lance couldn't tell if Keith was disappointed in him or not, but Lance couldn't afford to worry about something he hadn't even voiced. Even if Keith were disappointed in him, there wasn't anything he could change. He'd decided to walk down this path; there was no turning back.