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PostSubject: Story: Dark Days   Fri Nov 19, 2010 3:50 am

No one would pick out the man walking down the Los Angeles street. They wouldn't notice the thin line of white hair that hadn't been coloured properly. They wouldn't even notice the bulge caused by the nine millimetre handgun in his pocket. No, everyone was too busy getting somewhere or going somewhere.

Lao kept his head low as he walked down the street. He hadn't been in the city more than an hour and of course this left him ill prepared. He was an albino, no pigmentation on his skin or hair, and also an agent of ASSIST. Out of the corner of his eye he kept tabs on his target. Lao watched his target, George Walsh, enter the building. As he thought... It was the strip joint.

George Walsh
Age: 43
Payment: $40,000 DEAD (requires proof)
Occupation: "Retired" Career Criminal
George Walsh has been known to frequent a strip club called "Pearl Princesses", a true pervert and a womaniser. He's been marked by the CIA but they're bound up in red tape with his lawyers. That's where you come in. Be aware there is another ASSIST agent on this job so if you are not quick you will lose the opportunity. Ideal location would be the strip joint, you may find entry by the roof.
-Joane, ASSIST INFORMANT


The bouncer held his hand up "Private fu--" Lao snapped a rib in half with his fist and brung his elbow hard down on the side of the unfortunate bouncer's head. He kept an eye on the doorway as he frisked the body. As he stood up Lao disassembled the sub machine gun with one hand and dusted off his crisp white shirt with the other.

Lao walked up to the bar and held up his wallet "FD double G, X" the wallet whisked away faster than the bartender could actually see it "I'm looking for George Walsh," the bartender's eyes flicked over to a table and then back to Lao "Sorry, can't help you out," Lao nodded thoughtfully and made his way to a spare table.

He made a guess that of the three women and one man George would be the man. He waited until George got up to take a leak. Lao watched as George sauntered into the male restroom, followed shortly after by a very drunk woman. Lao stood up and moved purposefully after George.

The restroom smelt of stale urine, suitably. Lao silently locked the door behind him and entered. Five stalls, George was in one of them and the woman in another. Lao dropped to his stomach and looked under the stalls to find what he expected: Two sets of shoes, one pair of expensive leather shoes and one pair of more expensive red stilettos.

Lao screwed on the silencer for his gun and fired two bullets through the latch, kicked the door open, and fired three into George's heart. But George was already dead, the stab wound in his temple made that clear. Suddenly it hit him - the other agent was the woman.

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Falling, weightless, from a midnight sky...

Turning, twisting, wishing I could fly...

My life has no truth, and I can't land on a lie...

So I fell through the ground as it passed me by...
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