Of all the inconveniences...the minute Edmund gets caught up with whatever Johnny's planning next and is too occupied to get into that catfight with me, these suits from the syndicate arrived, hunting me down to ensure I "get back to carrying out my obligations."
Just because I've been blowing off assignments for the last...year or whatever, doesn't give them...doesn't mean...why should I...
...so I'm basically tracking some people. This is the worst assignment ever. I have to look like I have gold so I can go into all these rich Gaians hangouts and I have to listen to the most dead boring conversations in the hopes that enough bits of the right information will be dropped so the case the syndicate is building against these people...works.
Maybe something amusing will go down at this upcoming Prom...
 Madam ZZ · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 03:31am · 2 Comments |
