This whole thing is a gamble, might as well go big.

"I'll take the experimental, as I said, I trust your abilities and this will help you with your own research. Don't worry." You say and give Yvette a kiss, though she still seems a bit worried.
"Maybe I should go with you when you do this." Yvette says.
"No! I mean, no because this guy doesn't want anyone else around who isn't directly working on this and he still has to work shit out on his end and get things prepared. You know how these government types are with their hurry up and wait shit. Chances are, it's going to be a sudden thing that I'm going to have to drop everything I'm working on at the time. I just want to have the potion when I do need it."
"Hm, well okay. I'll get it for you tomorrow when I come back from work. You don't need it sooner I hope."
"Nope, like I said, it's going to be awhile."
"Okay, but if I make progress in between that time and discover something wrong I don't want you drinking it!"

Well now you just hope that doesn't happen before Yvette's father lets you know that Reynolds' goons are both out of the picture.

As it turns out, you don't have to wait too long and Franklins is pretty efficient in that regard. He informs you that from what he heard, Reynolds protested very loudly about his son and the ogre being arrested and has already claimed that he is going to make sure heads are going to roll for this slander and injustice. Franklins tells you his name predictably came up in the blame game, so he wants you to go get that container before Reynolds starts acting on his threats.

You gather up some extra supplies from work. Ned isn't really going to notice and the guy is practically on the verge of willing you his place of business when he dies anyway. Even when you say you need one of the special magic lock breakers he hardly bats an eye and just tells you to be careful with it since they're very hard to acquire, let alone make.

Later that week when you finally have everything you need and feel prepared, you tell Yvette that you're going to be working a little late on this paper pusher's security since this is the moment. She's of course still worried about you, but also slightly eager to find out what you'll experience and reminds you to tell her everything.

You linger around in the neighborhood where Mr. Reynolds maintains his place of business. In the old days you might have been a little concerned about getting mugged in the area or running afoul of some sort of thugs while you wait, but things are lot more cleaned up without the Crimson Talons around and the militia keeping on top of things. Probably just as well that you gave up your profession when you did…so to speak.

Eventually Mr. Reynold's place of business closes down for the day and unfortunately just as you figured he doesn't leave. Probably has a whole living area to himself in the building, which means more caution is going to be needed on your part while you search for a safe because you're going in totally dry.

You decide to do this the old fashioned way and stealthily break in and only use the potion if you get into trouble. You're still a bit hesitant to use it after all.

One thing you wish is there that there was a back door to the place, but you looked around earlier for one and no luck. Not even a window, or least not one you could easily climb up to. As the streets become less populated, you head to the front door and work on the lock. It's actually not difficult and you're in pretty quickly.

You have to put yourself back in that calm mentality when you used to do this before, but it's a lot more difficult because there are so many things that could go wrong. That's not even counting that this guy is a half fucking demon. Who knows what sort of powers he really has?

You do your best to press forward and just get on with it. You're just glad you had the forethought to go to the bathroom before you did this.

You sneak about his office first, hoping that maybe he keeps a safe in here, but so far all you're finding is locked drawers with papers and not much else. You do find a fancy looking pistol under his desk. Its way nicer than the one you have at home and has multiple barrels, (You sort of wish you brought it with you) probably a custom job. You figure since you're here stealing shit anyway, you take it.

You eventually finish going through everything you can in the office area and that's when you realize you're going to have to search Mr. Reynolds' living quarters.

You give yourself a few moments to mentally prepare yourself and then head through a door where you see some stairs going up and down. You forgot that there might be a cellar to this place. Hoping that the safe might be down there, you decide to try it first.

The cellar isn't cluttered like you'd think it would be. In fact there isn't much here at all other than a few tables and chair. Though it looks like there are also some shackles and several what could only be torture instruments down here. For deadbeats and others that get on Reynolds' bad side no doubt.

Just as you're about to give up, and resign yourself to searching in the demon's inner sanctum, you spot a small hidden door in the floor. Upon closer inspection, it's definitely a safe of some sort.

"Shit, this isn't even state of the art." You say to yourself and start trying to open it with your regular tools. You don't believe that you're going to be so lucky to find what you're looking for, but when you finally get it open, you're pleasantly surprised.

"Yag is certainly smiling on me today." You say even though you've never been one to place too much stock in the gods, but really is a good stroke of luck. You take the black hexagon container and place it in your bag. Time to leave.

You start walking up the stairs and then suddenly one of the steps breaks and your leg nearly goes through it. It's all you can do to try to hang on to the nearby railing so you don't hurt yourself any further even though you still take a tumble backwards. You're just lucky you didn't break your leg or your neck, though you aren't so lucky in that you were completely silent since you did shout in pain briefly before stopping yourself, not to mention all the other noise.

You're sure that probably got Mr. Reynolds' attention. If he wasn't awake now, he is now.

You quickly stand up from the bottom of the basement stairs and already hear noise coming from above your location.

"I hope this works." You say and take out the invisibility potion and drink it. You feel a strange sensation and half think that you're going to fall down the stairs from the temporary wooziness. (Though maybe some of that is from the fall)

You look at yourself, or at rather your hands and arms and even in this torch lighting you can't see them anymore. A further glance down your body and you can't see that either. You're guessing it is working.

You're about to make your way back up the stairs, but then that's when you see a figure standing at the top of them. Mr. Reynolds is there with what looks to be a musket.

"I know someone's down here, you might as well come out now and make this quick."

He's aiming downward, but hasn't shot you yet. It's a clear line of sight so the potion must definitely be working. However he's in the way and you aren't going to get past him as he makes his way cautiously down.

You back up deeper into the basement and figure you might be able to sneak around him. The problem is he isn't moving much further in and is now just standing near the bottom of the stairs pointing his weapon into the darkness.

"Got all the time in the world. The longer you make me wait, the worse it's going to be for you...hmmm….let me guess…whoever you are, you're working for Franklins aren't you? Yeah, it all makes sense now with my two loyal workers being recently arrested." Mr. Reynolds remarks.

He keeps looking around from his position like he's trying to see something, but it's not that huge of a basement and if you weren't invisible you wouldn't have many places to hide.

Still, this potion isn't going to last forever and you really aren't sure if you're going to be able to sneak around him.

Of course, you do have that fancy pistol of his that you picked up. Though you weren't here to assassinate the guy, you were just supposed to steal from him and who knows if bullets are going to work on him? There's also the fact that you haven't actually killed anyone since Klint and it isn't like it's a major part of your nature though this is a desperate situation, just like it was with Klint.

You shoot Reynolds

You think how this guy is half demon and probably is the asshole that Franklin made him out to be. You then think about how this is the same guy who messed with your family over their old inn. You also think about how you want to get out of this alive. And finally you think about your wife and daughter and how you want to see them again.

Yeah, fuck this guy.

You step slightly to the right of where he's pointing his musket and fire the pistol. The first shot hits him the chest and predictably he lets off a shot of his own before falling down.

"Shit…fuck…invisi…" he starts to utter before you move closer and put a couple more shots into him, this time his head. He doesn't die immediately, instead he makes these horrible inhuman noises and begins flailing about. He tries to even wildly hit you with his musket, but you're far enough away and empty your pistol which you nearly drop due to the heat it's giving off.

Reynolds stops making his ghastly dying sounds when enough of his brains are on the wall. Seeing that he isn't breathing anymore or moving, you quickly step over his body and hurry up the stairs and out the building.

Along the way, you smash the pistol against a wall and start throwing pieces of it in various trash bins and drains in the street as you head back to Franklins place. You're a paranoid mess the whole time, thinking that someone is watching you and forgetting that you're still invisible. Eventually you realize you're able to see parts of your body again so you guess the potion is wearing off or worn off. Good thing its late and aren't too many folks around otherwise just suddenly appearing like that might have caused some shock. Doesn't help your worry and paranoia though.

When you get back to Franklins' home, you beat on the door until he answers. Upon answering, you promptly vomit on his front door step and his shoeless feet.

"What the fuck?!" he says.
"Apologies….ugh…it all caught up to me…I guess…" you say still feeling a bit queasy and coughing.
"(Sigh) Shit…well I hope you have good news at least."

After a bit of clean up, you finally sit down and are calm enough to tell Franklins everything, but the first thing you do is hand him the container as promised. He seems so pleased by this that you telling him a problem cropped up doesn't even seem to bother him.

"Did he see you or something? Don't worry about that, when the shit he's been involved in gets out, nobody will even believe him since he'll be arrested right away." Franklins says.
"Um, yeah I don't think that's going to happen." You say.
"What are you on about?"
"Well as I said, there was a problem…and there was nothing I could do about it."
"Okay, now you're starting to concern me, what the hell do you mean?"
"I mean I shot him."
"You shot him?!"
"Several times actually."
"He's fucking dead?"
"Um, pretty much. Yeah."

Franklins lies back in his chair exhaling deeply almost in shock.

"Um, nobody saw me though. I was invisible the entire time." You add.
"Well thank Joachim for small favors. How were you invisi…you know what never mind. (Sigh) Shit. Well…I guess this doesn't even matter now. Damnit I didn't ask you to kill the guy!" Franklins says.
"It wasn't like I had a fucking choice! I fully intended on just stealing that container, but shit happened and I was put in a position of either completing this shitty job or possibly being Reynolds' victim! Besides isn't this better? I mean hell he's completely gone now!"
"I…I guess so and I don't shed any tears obviously. But let's just say I really wanted him alive so I could see the look on his face when I took everything away from him and he could do nothing about it."
"Well if it's any consolation, the expression on his face when he died was pretty horrific, though not nearly as bad as his screaming."
"Shit, what the hell did you do exactly…again never mind. Well I'm still going to hang on to this for safekeeping. Maybe there is still information inside that might be of use. As for you, if you weren't seen I guess you're good too. Though if something is coming your way I really will try my best to give it a detour. Now, you're SURE he's dead right?"
"Unless he can regenerate from severe head wounds and missing brain matter, yeah he's dead. And again, he didn't see me since I was invisible the whole time."
"Well if the worst happens and he is still alive, I still got this container. Okay, well I guess you better get home. I trust you have a good story for Yvette."
"I have a story. I told I would be working late, but she probably didn't think it would be this late."
"If you have any problems I suppose you can incorporate me into the excuse. I'll back you up. Anything else?"
"Yeah, I'm not doing anything like this ever again. Not for you, not for anyone."
"Good, because I'm not asking. And thanks. You're a better son in law than I could have hoped for. Maybe you're a godless heathen, but you stuck your neck out and even killed a demon spawn in the process. That's gotta for something when judgment day comes."

At this point you take your leave and hurry back home as soon as possible. Naturally it's very late so everyone is asleep. You attempt to get into bed silently, but your sneaking skills fail to evade Yvette's notice even though she was asleep.

"Hey…you're home…you were gone all night." She groggily says.
"Yeah, and I'm pissed about it too, the bean counter was an asshole that wanted everything done a certain way and…ugh…I don't even want to think about it right now." You say.
"Well don't then. I'm just glad you're here now. Come closer to me, you're too far away."

You move closer in the bed so Yvette can cuddle up against you. Normally you tend to like staying a bit free, but after tonight, you're all for Yvette's warm soft body.

"Oh, did you use the potion?" she asks as she starts drifting back off.
"Yeah, worked pretty well. I couldn't see my own hands when it took effect or anything else on me. I think it lasted about the time you mentioned too."
"Huh…that's odd. You should have still been able to see yourself and just been invisible to others. Hmm, guess that's a side effect I didn't know about, considering Qweepas can't actually speak. (Yawn) I'll have to make a note tomorrow."

With those words, Yvette returns to her sleep and you're in her arms again where you definitely want to be and are glad you were able to return to.

Sometimes you hate the fact that you've had to lie on occasion to her about things, but there is no way you're losing this life. Not now.

Your days as a rogue are definitely over.