Who: NewAaron and New-ishJake. Where: Outside one of the apartment blocks What: A rebirth When: Saturday, 11.59pm Rating: Gonna go high for language Status: Ongoing / Closed
Heart racing, fist bloodied, skin filthy. Breathing, still alive. That was good, at least, but it was quiet and dark and that was not good. He had clambered up that fucking mountain by his fingertips to get to that extraction point after the assassination, his hands scraped to fuck and about four guards who wouldn't remember a thing. His handlers had been happy with the job, that much he remembered. Aaron had worked his fucking ass to the bone to get a clear record and no fuck ups in the few months he'd been active and he was due a medical and a re-juice with the cute doc.
Only when he opened his eyes, there was no chopper, no cute doc... just a backpack and an empty town. Sitting up from the cold stone floor, he drew his torch from his belt and held it around until his eyes adjusted to the darkness, watching and waiting for his captor to show themselves. It wouldn't be the first time another government or agency had tried to kidnap an agent for their own purposes and Aaron had always walked out the winner.
When nothing and nobody came, he wandered around the town, looking for signs of people awake. His watch read 3pm but that had to be fucked up too. Where the hell was he? And was that a bar up ahead?