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Blood Debt Mission 2
Hide and seek wasnt too difficult a game; however, in the Tracks it took a totally different air of danger.
A short, hooded figure weaved its way among the numerous of people that were making their home in the Tracks this fine afternoon. Raising a hand under her hood she clicked the communicators button and whispered into the small microphone attached to it. Her eyes, hidden behind round framed sunglasses scanned for any sign of suspicion on her part.
So darling, Im here caught any view of him. An air of her Bostonian accent was sent to her partner. Genie Elle Manson was nearly ecstatic for her first mission, perhaps, as much as her partner Tace Able of Saint Corps. technology/ hacker team. Both women were of mere acquaintance, but the duo decided to team up to track down Kennedy, and Atlus of the South Side Damage Collective.
Their first main target was Atlus.
Tace had hacked into a near-by security camera prior to the start of the mission; she li
NH: Impassable Anxiety
Mrs. Moretti wake up now will you. Your husband is waiting in the parlor.
Thats how it always starts, and I sit up in a beautiful queen sized bed. Half naked of course for some reason, I never know why.
My maid, a beautiful Italian woman, I believe, shakes my arm a bit.
Mrs. Moretti your husband is waiting for you he says its urgent.
My stomach has butterflies by the sound of my husbands name. Vega Moretti and I am Anastasja Moretti.
Mr. Moretti can wait now. I snort snobbishly and sit myself up.
I matted out my sleep ridden, and knotted hair.
I always give this maid the same old glare.
"You may LEAVE now!" I hiss a bit, crankily for being disturbed. I was acting like my old self again.
The time I wait for the dainty maid to leave allows me to pull on a sweater over my head, and slide my feet in slippers. Vega wouldnt have guests this early in the morning anyway, so there was no point in worrying about appearances.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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