| Journey to the Center of Work pt 4 |
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The day, typical in genesis, but filled with anticipation. Today filled with unexpected adventure, and speculation of the future. The morning was spent planning and preparing for the mission of the afternoon. The mission of the day: Observe and document an interrogation between an agent and an inside informant from a kidnapping and torturing organization. Making sure that not to miss any of the excitement, and leave early to secure and prepare my perch of the day. The spot for today is atop the lustrous Alhambra Theater. While I am awaiting the stars of the afternoon, I discovered the second operative on the case setting up camp across the way from. Foxy Fingers had her ears wide open waiting to document what was about to happen. First to arrive was the lone agent in plain clothes coming in from the west. Soon after, the narc enters from the east, followed closely by her posse of well dressed and well armed mercenaries. Unafraid, the agent stands tall and fearless in the face of the odds. As the questions start flowing, the narc seemily gets more and more hostile and agitated towards the agent. However, the mercenaries not sensing any danger from the agent seem disconnected and distant from the task at hand. As the agent winds up the questioning, the narc is predictably unease and waiting to leave. With the consummation of the questioning, the narc and her mercs quickly turn and head out of town, while the agent, with a smirk and gleem on his face, slowly turns and confindantly retreats into the sunset. Another mission successful and another day completed. But the excitement of the day is still not over. Upon arriving home, the queen and I do our daily survey of the land with our trusted bears at our side. As we are passing the halfway point of our trek, we are attacked by a mysterious Kung Fu expert. As he attacks with his Prey Mantis style, the bears step in and protect the queen and myself. With a puff of smoke, the ninja disappears back into the darkness. What was the meaning of attack? Who sent the attack? Did they know of the prophecy? Questions poured into our minds, but the attack only proved that our defenses are in tact and we are prepared for what anyone can bring. Upon arriving back to the palace, we get word from the south. Our friends from territory from below have learned more of their expected joy to be. They informed us that while we are expecting a girl as told from the prophecy, they are expecting a boy. Prelimanary talks started about an union of our tribes started, but were soon realised that no such union should be initiated. With the news from the south retrieved, and preparations for expected completed for the evening, it is time to retire to fight another day. |
