Sleeper

MOSCOW; November 11

The man in the white hair lights his cigarette as he stands under the  awning of a shut down hotel, out of the rain.

The flash of fire from his match made for a glow in an otherwise dark and dreary night.

Beside him sits a black briefcase with a red digital timer on it set for 9:29 9:28, 9:27…

But he does not seem overly concerned.

From across the street, in an also closed building, this one an old toy store, Jaram Lemon sits inside the darkness, watching… but people call him Squeeze. In one hand a Turkey on Rye, in the other a gun with a silencer on it.

If the car shows, abort the mission. Hardly a mission at all… he thought to himself.

2:32 2:31, 2:30…

A black sedan drives up alongside the man. Twenty five seconds later the car drove off, leaving the man, but not the briefcase… The man lights a brand new cigarette, takes two hits, then tosses it into the night, and disappears.

1:50

MISSION: Aborted

Within the abandoned toy store, only bread crumbs remain.

0:00

Some eight blocks away, the sedan explodes.

LONDON; November 12, 5:12am

A man sits alone in a loft, on the second floor of an apartment building.

In front of him a small laptop, the screen is open.

JARAM LEMON is typed on the screen, in a vibrant blue light.

The man strkes ENTER.

6 KILLS

3 SECURED IDENTIES

2 YEAR LOYALTY

“Where was he before…” the man speaks to himself.

END OF LINE

The man taps his pen. “He must have been somewhere else before that…” he thinks to himself.

He stands and stretches, whilst wearing a long brown robe, and bunny slippers. His hair short, stylish, and brown. His physique, solid, especially for a thirty nine year old.

Lets just call him X.

X makes his way to the kitchen, and pours himself a hot cup of coco. “Mmm… Sweet”.

DarkJade-

Part Two – Sleeper – Courtney Starfire

Part Three – Sleeper – Even the Innocent

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