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Shitty post produced through heavy writer's block is up.
A Job
Adela, Ralrisk
Day 1, Morning
Adela frowned, images of the past, unpleasant images, memories of times she’d rather forget and people she’d have been better off not knowing. Ralrisk wanted her of all people to go back to the Narrows. She knew the reasoning of course - not many in the Tower could come close to her knowledge of the rundown slums, housing projects, and overall decay that made up the Narrows, but likewise, not many had endured actual torture within their confines either.
She grimaced, letting out a resigned sigh. Babysitting duty in the Narrows. It was almost as if Ralrisk had it out for her today or something. She made a mental note to send the Mistress a lavish gift of some sort to avoid further such assignments. Assassinations she could do, information extraction she could do, strike teams she could do, and all sorts of black ops - she could do. Babysitting a team in the Narrows of all places? She could do it for sure, it was merely guaranteed to be a perfect combination of tedium, bad memories, and possible urban combat that would, if nothing else, drive her mildly insane for the duration of the op.
“I don’t suppose I can suddenly catch a cold and let someone else take over while I help clean the bathrooms?” She suggested half jokingly, “In all seriousness, I’ll do it, but I’ve gotta warn you you’re choosing one of the people who least wants to go there. How much intel can I count on?”
After a moment, she walked back into her room, inviting Ralrisk to follow her in, and began to dress herself for the assignment, slipping out of her nightclothes and into the armored undersuit that formed a part of her normal mission attire. The other parts of her armor followed shortly, ending as her helmet sealed itself into place, locking down snugly with the torso of her armor, though the visor remained open. “Right.” She looked back over at Ralrisk, “Just tell me where to meet the team.”
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I mean, to be fair, outside of Dorne or maybe some of the Free Cities, good luck being a lady who actually holds land.
I mean, to be fair, outside of Dorne or maybe some of the Free Cities, good luck being a lady who actually holds land.
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