[ The list was... the list. Silco wasn't worried about the people who were on it, beyond the fact that they were in some form or fashion, trying to make a stand. Silco didn't bother trying to wonder why someone was on the list, beyond how it worked into his knowledge of the targets. This one, it appeared, had allowed some revolutionaries to use her art space. Small-scale, he supposed, but he'd been present, when they stopped by the place, and invisibly watched her take down the hall. Plausible deniability only went so far.
And it never went far enough when one's kilns were clearly in use. So, she would be taken care of, and Silco had been by waiting for her to come back, after the last group had stopped by. He'd been invisible in the studio, waiting, sitting in a seat and observing. When someone knocked on the door he tipped his head, and then he heard... Matt's voice. He knew her by name, did he?
He smirked, and stood, to open the door, only turned the handle, and allowed it to slowly creak open, before he appeared in the middle of the room, a touch of dramatic flourish, now that it was one of their own. Supposedly.
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And it never went far enough when one's kilns were clearly in use. So, she would be taken care of, and Silco had been by waiting for her to come back, after the last group had stopped by. He'd been invisible in the studio, waiting, sitting in a seat and observing. When someone knocked on the door he tipped his head, and then he heard... Matt's voice. He knew her by name, did he?
He smirked, and stood, to open the door, only turned the handle, and allowed it to slowly creak open, before he appeared in the middle of the room, a touch of dramatic flourish, now that it was one of their own. Supposedly.
He smirked. ]
Expecting someone else to be here?