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Annabelle Mitchell crept slowly through the leaky tunnels which made up the Santa Somabra Sewer network, carefull to keep to the stone walkways, and out of the river of literal shit which trickled past.

[i] Sneaking about on secret missions really stops being fun when you’ve got the smell of crap wafting over everything[/i]. Annabelle scowled to herself. When had it all gone wrong? [i]You got hooked on dust, flunked school, and fell in with the Rabid Eyed Rats[/i].

Now she spent most nights off her face on some stranger’s sofa, with disapproving visions of her sister glowering down at her. 

[b] [i] You really are lost without me, aren’t you? [/i] [/b] 

[i] You really are a judgemental little whore, aren’t you? [/i] 

[b] [i] Nice. Classy. [/i] [/b]

[i] It's not like you’re around to get a offended, anymore. [/i] 

She missed staying up with Becky after their parents had gone to bed, gushing over Billie Joe Armstrong, and bitching about all the stuck-up asshats at school. She missed sitting out in the garden, wrapped in blankets with a mug of hot chocolate and marshmallows on a friday night. She missed her big sister.

Annabelle pushed those thoughts from her head, and carried on through the damp blackness which wound ahead of her, using the bright white beam of a torch to light her way.

“Max!” She called out in the dark “You out there?” 

A shadow fluttered across the tunnel wall.

“Max..?” 

She turned, shining her torch down one of the passages which split off from the main network. 

“Real funny, asshole..” She muttered under her breath. 

That same shadow again, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. 

“If you want the cash then you’ll quit fucking me about, ya prick!” She snapped, a slight quiver of fear slipping into her voice. 

She felt something brush against her leg. 

Annabelle yelped, slipped, and her foot fell in the river of shit she’d been trying so desperately to avoid. 

“Motherfucker!” She spat, as she inspected the dark brown splatter which had soaked through the leg of her jeans. 

She hated the sewers. She hated the dark, the stench of human waste, and the giant fuck-off vermin which scattered around, just out of view. 

“Right, that’s it!” She shouted out into the darkness “I’m getting out of here, dickhead!” 

“You may go on your way, little lamb,” a rancid voice carried through the tunnel “once you have felt the touch of rot.” 

A hand, twisted and covered in sweltering boils that looked ready to burst with puss and ooze, cracked out of the darkness and grabbed hold of Annabelle's throat. 

She tried to scream, but all that came out was a wet gurgle, as the figure forced her to the ground, and his stagnant blessing swept up her neck and over her chest. 

Annabelle grinned with joy as he pulled her into a tight embrace, and his kindness swelled inside her, filling her body with pestilent bloat. She shook and thrashed about; overwhelmed by the love which had been showered upon her. She could see Becky standing over her, smiling warmly, with her mousy brown hair falling around her shoulders. 

“Promise me you’ll never leave again.” Annabelle called out weakly. 

“I promise.” Becky said, with a smile. 

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[b]For the eyes of AGENT VOSS and AGENT KUNIS only. Reading this document without proper clearance is a FEDERAL OFFENCE. 

Following the collapse of the REAPER and ROT FACE gangs, the remaining members of the former rivals banded together to form the BROTHERHOOD OF ROT. The catalyst behind this unification is unknown. Several sources claim that the PALE CIRCLE is responsible. Necromancy is a fickle and unwieldy magic, so a governing body of necromancers is unlikely. The MAGICAL REGULATIONS BUREAU has yet to find any conclusive evidence in regards to the PALE CIRCLE, and DIRECTOR KAZBEGI has dismissed the organisation’s existence as merely anecdotal.Over the past three years, the BROTHERHOOD OF ROT has been responsible for releasing lethal chemical weapons in highly populated areas throughout SANTA SOMABRA, as well as numerous cases of abduction. AGENT ROE’s research suggests that the brotherhood specifically target the various branches of the RATS, given their disorganised nature, and lack of protection.  

The exact numbers of the BROTHERHOOD OF ROT is unknown, and it is currently impossible to gauge how large a threat the gang poses to both public wellbeing and national security. At the recommendation of AGENT MYEONG, two agents have been dispatched to SANTA SOMABRA, to observe the brotherhood, and contain if necessary. 


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