Clearly things have not gone according to plan. Or have they?
One down, then two. Bang, bang.
She hadn't been holding the gun though, and the bodies that had dropped did not belong to her enemies. Still, losing a spy should never be seen as a bad thing, least of all one who wasn't to be trusted.
Their numbers have been falling though, and the girl is still on the run. Maybe that's why she, The Operator, was out making a personal appearance for a change.
You can't live in an ivory tower forever, not when you're so used to the feeling of blood beneath your nails. Middle management can be so dull.
Standing outside The Chapterhouse, wearing all black and a pair of sunglasses in the dark, she moved so she could feel her gun shift against her hip. "This is not God's will," she murmured to herself, watching the sinners come and go with a frown.
Not that she wasn't one herself.
Still, the purification of others could sometimes spare one's soul. It was easy for her to tell herself that what she'd done had been in the name of her god and any temptation she may have fallen pray to, and may be drawn to in the future, would be forgiven simply because of the good she did.
She watched someone as they stumbled out of the club before her, tilting her head curiously as she reached out to touch them.
"Do you wish for salvation, my friend? Do you wish for peace of mind?"
She hadn't been holding the gun though, and the bodies that had dropped did not belong to her enemies. Still, losing a spy should never be seen as a bad thing, least of all one who wasn't to be trusted.
Their numbers have been falling though, and the girl is still on the run. Maybe that's why she, The Operator, was out making a personal appearance for a change.
You can't live in an ivory tower forever, not when you're so used to the feeling of blood beneath your nails. Middle management can be so dull.
Standing outside The Chapterhouse, wearing all black and a pair of sunglasses in the dark, she moved so she could feel her gun shift against her hip. "This is not God's will," she murmured to herself, watching the sinners come and go with a frown.
Not that she wasn't one herself.
Still, the purification of others could sometimes spare one's soul. It was easy for her to tell herself that what she'd done had been in the name of her god and any temptation she may have fallen pray to, and may be drawn to in the future, would be forgiven simply because of the good she did.
She watched someone as they stumbled out of the club before her, tilting her head curiously as she reached out to touch them.
"Do you wish for salvation, my friend? Do you wish for peace of mind?"