Draconilian — Roleplayer Guild

Anhk glanced down to the buzzing at his wrist, who was sending him messages at this hour? He flipped on the communicator and saw the message was heavily encrypted, and would only display into his HUD so that no prying eyes could possibly read it. He took out the lenses and read the message through them. Orders, of course. Such private communications would only come with a sensitive objective in mind. There were no indication that the mission was dangerous, other than the inclusion of a Lei'Loni in the details. So he decided against bringing his armor. Still grabbing his weapons, just in case.

He stepped out of his corporate apartment and went down the elevator to the ground floor, wearing his typical clothes. They were rather old fashioned, not reflecting current trends, but they reminded him of his time in the poorest sectors, where everything was a bit behind the times. He took the network of public transit across to his destination, not too far from his place of residence, but the transportation seemed to go out of its way to make the journey longer. Eventually, after some time he didn't feel like checking, he arrived at a bar/club/something or other, the "Pink Fantasia" He knew this was his destination thanks to the obnoxious neon sign that indicated it's name.

It occurred to Anhk that his briefing did not indicate what would happen next, other than it was clearly important. There were also robots involved, which did not give him peace of mind. He walked into the bar, trying and failing to look like he belonged there. And scanned the room for his objective, He quickly found two girls that the message indicated, but instead of one robot in robes, he found two. He took a seat at the bar and ordered something vaguely alcoholic, couldn't be too slow in case tensions rose over the course of the night. He started to wonder how he was supposed to state the code phrase, he couldn't work it into idle conversation, not elegantly anyway. He almost gave up and stated it directly until a thought occurred to him. He turned to the group of four and waited for a chance to speak, upon which he said "Excuse me, I'm a literary critic, looking for a specific book, but I cannot remember the name, I believe the title starts something like 'Those who look upon the sky will...'"

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