OoC: So this is - foremost - an espionage RP. For the most part Winona will be tracking and your character will be taking various steps to shake her. After a while it will all come out in the open and there will probably be a short tussel. I have other stuff planned, but that should keep you busy for now.

IC:

The constant smog that blocked out the sun was more than enough to shroud evil deeds. It was midday, not that anyone could tell. The modernized street-lamps had already been turned on, casting a murky orange glow over everything; not that there was anything to see. The city was built so compactly that there were only dim grey buildings and the shadows cast by them.

It was in one of these buildings that Winona met Derin. Running low on money and provisions, she had taken to performing tasks for anyone who was willing to pay her. Derin was something else, though. His career choice fitted his personality perfectly: sly, merciless and devilishly witty, Derin inspired fear in even Winona. His terrific build and piercing eyes only doubled her terror.

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“So what can I do for you?” Derin wheezed, a smouldering cigarette in his mouth.

Winona stepped out of the shadowy threshold and into the ominous glow of Derin’s only lamp. She coughed awkwardly and said, “I was wondering if I could provide you with a…service.”

Cassidy purred in agreement.

Derin only laughed, though it sounded more like a roar. “You? A little girl? I hardly think you could cut it.”

Winona felt her hands set alight behind her back. Must she remind every human on earth that she was capable? “I think you will find I am extremely suitable for the job.”

This time Derin only sighed. “Look, missy. I need fearsome assailants for this, not some little idiot that wants to be a spy.”

Winona lost her temper. The fiery hands that she had been surreptitiously concealing burst out from behind her. She heard the searing hiss of burning fabric and skin as she seized Derin’s throat. “Listen here, you idiot.” Suddenly her fear was gone, replaced by misunderstood rage. “I need this money; more than you know.” She let go of the man’s charred collar and waited for a reply.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, a wide smirk spread across Derin’s lips. “So you’re the little witch they’ve been talking about? I suppose I can give you a try then.” He spun around in his chair and dove into a cluttered bag of papers. After a few minutes he turned to face Winona again, slapping a file on the table. “This is your target,” he whispered, suddenly serious. “Find them and trail them; don’t kill until I give you the signal.”

“And what will that be?” the girl interrupted.

“Shut it! You will know when you see the signal. But go now, and find this person.” He slammed the folder into Winona’s quaking arms. “And remember, I don’t take kindly to failure.”

Winona turned around without another word, but inside she was drowning. ”What have we gotten ourselves into, Cassidy?”

OoC: My shortest post in quite a while, but I promise it will get better as we get into the swing of things.

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