"Heheheh... hah... ha! HahHAH!"

Her laughter was driving you mad—slipping through the cracks of your hands just when you think she's finally in your grasp... and when you think there isn't a crack for her to escape through in the first place. This witch hunt had you going in spirals, physically and mentally; couldn't she just stay still and stop tricking you with those damn exotic engrams that were actually bombs?!

... Well, that one's on you, but not the point. Loot is loot, ffs... Anyway, this whole chase you've been on. Like, ain't no way you weren't just being baited, but did you care? No. You had managed to obtain her location thanks to your Ghost tracking it down, but it was easy.

Too easy...

Just think about it, though, her title is literally "the Trickster," why wouldn't you be worried about something like that?—

"Uhm, boss," Your Ghost suddenly chimes. "The engram??" It motions between a rigged engram and the locked door the Trickster had ran through a bit ago. Knowing what needed to be done, you pick up the engram, chuck it, and-

BOOM!

Walking through the smoke and dust left behind by the explosion, you find the Trickster near a pile of (more likely than not) fake glimmer, seemingly waiting for you to come through.

"Heh-haha!"

She shifts rather quickly with excitement evident in her body language, sitting up up while taking ahold of her weapon.

"It wants revenge?"—she mockingly tilts her head while looking at you from under her hood...—"Yes, we deserve it. Here's some AMMO for you," she says with a cheeky smile while laughing and tossing a rigged brick of heavy ammo to you. "Hahahahaha!"