Izurich
AwesomeZero5
Danyel
Framing A Moose
Remram
JrVader
shylarah
rabidbacon
GerlandoBalibago, Angeles City, Philippines - 10/18/2022, 20:47 UTC+8
Cristina rolled her eyes at her client’s words, it wasn’t the first time a client did their homework and showed pity at her past. At first she let it slide but now it was getting annoying. Maybe one day she will slice the tongue of the next guy who mentioned it, her contract and reputation be damned.
She listened as the old man began listing his life story to her, perhaps it was because he was old, or this the first time the government actually hired her services but she begins to think that people in the military love hearing their own voice? Now that she contemplated it, that was true for a good number of her clients.
Or maybe they are just trying to ease her up in a desperate bid to officially recruit her, both are equally plausible if she looked at it.
Her face showed a tinge of sympathy at learning about Angelito’s condition, she might be a mercenary but there was a part of her that admires the Hero of ASEAN. For her, he was one of the reasons she could still continue her search for Basillia.
For everything else however it was only met with resignation and disappointment. “So nothing had actually changed despite the grandeur and triumph of that revolution.” she answered. “It’s similar to running in circles don’t you think?.”
She then watched as the old man summoned his Noble Arm, a mirror of all things to show her the task she is about to undergo.
But first she witnessed the treasonous actions of her fellow countrymen, in a nation that needs to be united, there are those who would see it rather fall divided. She would not miss them when they are gone.
She stared at the former speaker, one Flores Pagkanta that she had seen at websites and newspapers. This country could really use more competent politicians if only she knew where she could find them.
She took a deep breath and compiled the information inside her head. There are a few things that she could use a clarification and a thing that doesn’t line up.
“If I were to take this job, I would need a definition of your justice. Am I to drag her to the nearest court, or send her to whatever God she prays to? What about her protection details, had you compiled something or should I go in blind and lastly…”
She stared at the officer’s eyes as she tried to make the best impression of her sister. There is more to this situation than what was spoken and her former experiences are telling there is something.
“Why did you hire me? This task is something you should give to your best agents, not a freelancer who wasn’t even allowed to drink liquor under this country's law? Isn’t that a little bit sketchy, is it?”
Cristina rolled her eyes at her client’s words, it wasn’t the first time a client did their homework and showed pity at her past. At first she let it slide but now it was getting annoying. Maybe one day she will slice the tongue of the next guy who mentioned it, her contract and reputation be damned.
She listened as the old man began listing his life story to her, perhaps it was because he was old, or this the first time the government actually hired her services but she begins to think that people in the military love hearing their own voice? Now that she contemplated it, that was true for a good number of her clients.
Or maybe they are just trying to ease her up in a desperate bid to officially recruit her, both are equally plausible if she looked at it.
Her face showed a tinge of sympathy at learning about Angelito’s condition, she might be a mercenary but there was a part of her that admires the Hero of ASEAN. For her, he was one of the reasons she could still continue her search for Basillia.
For everything else however it was only met with resignation and disappointment. “So nothing had actually changed despite the grandeur and triumph of that revolution.” she answered. “It’s similar to running in circles don’t you think?.”
She then watched as the old man summoned his Noble Arm, a mirror of all things to show her the task she is about to undergo.
But first she witnessed the treasonous actions of her fellow countrymen, in a nation that needs to be united, there are those who would see it rather fall divided. She would not miss them when they are gone.
She stared at the former speaker, one Flores Pagkanta that she had seen at websites and newspapers. This country could really use more competent politicians if only she knew where she could find them.
She took a deep breath and compiled the information inside her head. There are a few things that she could use a clarification and a thing that doesn’t line up.
“If I were to take this job, I would need a definition of your justice. Am I to drag her to the nearest court, or send her to whatever God she prays to? What about her protection details, had you compiled something or should I go in blind and lastly…”
She stared at the officer’s eyes as she tried to make the best impression of her sister. There is more to this situation than what was spoken and her former experiences are telling there is something.
“Why did you hire me? This task is something you should give to your best agents, not a freelancer who wasn’t even allowed to drink liquor under this country's law? Isn’t that a little bit sketchy, is it?”
