Elsa
I asked Adam why we needed to make a special trip to get ammunition instead of picking it up locally. He explained that someone had recently purchased a significant stock of silver bullets from the local market. We didn’t know who it was, and maybe we didn’t need to, but it was clear enough: with us relying on silver bullets to take down our enemies, they’d make sure those bullets were scarce.
I am running a few minutes late; my previous meeting is running o counter this, Adam had arranged for custom bullets to be made in secret, so that when we eventually faced the traitors, they’d assume we were without silver ammunition. It was a clever move, though a part of me couldn’t shake the fear that whoever had bought up the bullets might try to use them against us. I kept that worry to
