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maskormenacelogs2018-09-19 12:42 pm
applewatcher) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-09-19 12:42 pm
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[Closed] Catching up with friends
WHO: Lucien Lachance and Alfie Solomons!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls downtown!
WHEN: About now-ish!
WHAT: Murder!
WARNINGS: ...Murder!
The public contracts were always surprisingly dull, for most of the time you worked on them. The level of surveillance that needed to occur prior to the event itself was more extensive, and led to many more hours of quiet boredom once the initial flair of anticipation died down. But he'd had years of experience with this work, and even the complications engendered by a new world's technology and customs had done little to slow him.
He'd followed his target's routine, cased the likeliest locations, looking especially for security cameras at any nearby shops or street corners, watchful citizens, or sentries for local gangs. The same process then had to happen along his possible escape routes. There was no time limit on this contract, and so he could do this right.
Then at last, the day came. He dressed in quiet, unremarkable local clothes for a local man his age, hiding several knives beneath the layers. He paid in cash for a cup of coffee at a local diner, took a seat with a view of the street, and waited.
WHERE: Maurtia Falls downtown!
WHEN: About now-ish!
WHAT: Murder!
WARNINGS: ...Murder!
The public contracts were always surprisingly dull, for most of the time you worked on them. The level of surveillance that needed to occur prior to the event itself was more extensive, and led to many more hours of quiet boredom once the initial flair of anticipation died down. But he'd had years of experience with this work, and even the complications engendered by a new world's technology and customs had done little to slow him.
He'd followed his target's routine, cased the likeliest locations, looking especially for security cameras at any nearby shops or street corners, watchful citizens, or sentries for local gangs. The same process then had to happen along his possible escape routes. There was no time limit on this contract, and so he could do this right.
Then at last, the day came. He dressed in quiet, unremarkable local clothes for a local man his age, hiding several knives beneath the layers. He paid in cash for a cup of coffee at a local diner, took a seat with a view of the street, and waited.