Ashjyr's Journal, October 24 2009, Saturday
Loud music bangs on the walls of my eardrums. Smell of cheap booze assails my nostrils. Bodies entwine in an orchestra of artificial high and primal desire.
Human decadence at its finest.
No flying solo for this one. Today we are a squad. We take our positions by one of the tables.
Suspicious characters approach the table beside ours. Mere agents of the enemy. More pawns to the slaughter.
We will make the infidels pay in blood.
But it appears the enemies are not to be taken lightly. We size each other up. Like caged lions fighting for scraps of meat to the amusement of decadent nobles.
“That girl is checking you out.”
Damn. We've been marked. I expect a dagger to my spine any moment.
We are drawing too much attention to ourselves. I shift to the dance floor. Ada is my cover.
“I'm telling you. That girl is checking you out.”
Damn it. Focus, people.
We need to focus on the mission. We should trail them to see where their base of operations is located. I wonder how we can track them.
“Go ask her for her number.”
And I'm sure this extremely elaborate plan is going to work because...
No. There is much at stake. The mission will not be jeopardized on a whim.
“50 dollars.”
Hmm. That changes everything... No wait. What the fuck? No.
The One, finally speaks. His advise to follow protocol will forever be burned into my brain.
“When in doubt, follow the One-hand Rule.”
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