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Jack ([personal profile] ofhighdegree) wrote2014-09-13 12:13 am

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So yeah. I'm the last guard alive, and I plan to stay that way. When we got everything unloaded, they offered free inn rooms and services for all of us, and I said I had something to take care of. Had to dodge two tails. Never got to see the actual meeting that was supposed to take place later, but I managed to double back. Saw some muscle unloading rugs from the backroom in the dead of night, and I followed them to a back alley where the rolled the bodies out of 'em. All accounted for, throats slit end to end.

I waited around to see if there was anyone else going into or out of the inn. Couple of stragglers, and they came out cursing about no vacancy. This place is a front, looks like.

They'll look for me for a bit, I know way too much already. They weren't lying about the location either. All of the shit is at the Fickle Pickle.

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