Velika - date ??
The Jackal strode sharply through the streets of Velika, flicking dust from the coal-gray overcoat. People rushing around, adverts on lampposts and street corners. The city was nigh roaring with activity. Cultists, spies, traitors, paranoia on the streets and Argons at their borders. A din of chaos and desperation in the streets as sweet as wine
It was truly a glorious time to be in business.
A goodly bit of coin from the last commission, even after unexpected expenses leaving Kaiator. They need only a check in with Pigeon and then there would be a glorious vacation at long last. Sun, waves, large beverages, finger food, scantly clad bottoms.....
This pleasant train of thought was interrupted as the Jackal caught sight of a particular advertisement on the posting board. It would have been lost in the sea of similar paper looking for men and material if not for the name emblazoned on the material.
Jackal stopped dead to read over the advert. Ripping the piece of paper off the post, the figure gripped it in horror while desperately re-reading it. As if sheer force of will could force it to change what had been written. However the print remained the same.
Whistling for a horse, Jackal saddled up and quickly rode through the streets of Velika toward the Federation offices.
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Hours later, the figure stumbled into a tavern. Waving the bartender to get something strong to his table. Slumping into a chair limply in shock.
Lost. The vaults, their documents and contacts - everything was GONE. What had happened? Where was Pigeon while they were on commission? Who had DARED do this to their livelihood?!
Jackal stared coldly at the drink, fury beyond mere rage causing the drink to shake in a gloved hand. Whomever was responsible, whoever had conducted such an offense would be found out. A ledger was produced, and Jackal began writing messages out rapidly in neat scripts and codes.
Mantis
Urgent, complete all commissions in progress with speed and return. All hands recalled. Do not break cover. Leave message in first standard drop point on arrival Velika to arrange meeting.
Jackal.
The Jackal strode sharply through the streets of Velika, flicking dust from the coal-gray overcoat. People rushing around, adverts on lampposts and street corners. The city was nigh roaring with activity. Cultists, spies, traitors, paranoia on the streets and Argons at their borders. A din of chaos and desperation in the streets as sweet as wine
It was truly a glorious time to be in business.
A goodly bit of coin from the last commission, even after unexpected expenses leaving Kaiator. They need only a check in with Pigeon and then there would be a glorious vacation at long last. Sun, waves, large beverages, finger food, scantly clad bottoms.....
This pleasant train of thought was interrupted as the Jackal caught sight of a particular advertisement on the posting board. It would have been lost in the sea of similar paper looking for men and material if not for the name emblazoned on the material.
Jackal stopped dead to read over the advert. Ripping the piece of paper off the post, the figure gripped it in horror while desperately re-reading it. As if sheer force of will could force it to change what had been written. However the print remained the same.
Whistling for a horse, Jackal saddled up and quickly rode through the streets of Velika toward the Federation offices.
----
Hours later, the figure stumbled into a tavern. Waving the bartender to get something strong to his table. Slumping into a chair limply in shock.
Lost. The vaults, their documents and contacts - everything was GONE. What had happened? Where was Pigeon while they were on commission? Who had DARED do this to their livelihood?!
Jackal stared coldly at the drink, fury beyond mere rage causing the drink to shake in a gloved hand. Whomever was responsible, whoever had conducted such an offense would be found out. A ledger was produced, and Jackal began writing messages out rapidly in neat scripts and codes.
Mantis
Urgent, complete all commissions in progress with speed and return. All hands recalled. Do not break cover. Leave message in first standard drop point on arrival Velika to arrange meeting.
Jackal.