Part 7
Iraxx: "Chikan, Orok, Irank, Abraham, Tobias and IkÃ*...these are all you could find!?"
Iraxx flung the Assassins sheets of infomation at the receptionist and snarled.
Iraxx: "I'm supposed to be obtaining infomation and with it executing the 'Project'...How the Hell can i do this with 6 friggin Assassins!! I NEED MORE!!"
Receptionist: "But sir...these are all we could find, they are the creme de la creme of the homicidal society...!!"
The receptionist was nervous...Iraxx was un-predictable when he was pissed off, and what made it worse...was the fact his job was on the line. Iraxx stood up slowly, his gloved hand tensed and curled into a fist.
Iraxx: "Get at least 4 more...i dont care if they are top notch or maimed Mudokons...i just want Assassins!!"
Receptionist: "Sir...Y-yes sir!!"
The receptionish bowed and turned tail, running out of the room and closing the door behind her. Iraxx turned and walked over to the comms, pushing the button he spoke into it gently.
Iraxx: "Fax me the infomation about that project...the plan is in motion."
(OOC: Could i have opinions now plz)
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"In Heaven all the interesting people are missing" - Friedrich Nietzsche
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