[Jacob]

*Setting: The scene takes place in a small, derelict warehouse. Old chains hang down from the metallic beams overhead. Windows are smashed and web clad. Rats and other diseased beast scuttle around the floor. Inside the building is the Saurian from before. The Green Saurian. He was sat on a wooden chair in the middle of the empty warehouse, his tail swishing slowly on the ground. The cigarette in his left paw slowly withering away. Sighing he takes one last puff and casts it down, stomping on it as he gets up. As he turns to head towards the double door exit the Changling walks in...*

Changling: "Hey, where you going?"

Her voice was inquisitive, she jogged upto him, smiling as she did. Changling's were a intriguing race. Having the ability to change their shape to any living creature did have its advantages, however, when they first get the ability to do so, usually around Puberty, they cannot control it and thus have to stay isolated and practice. Another thing is that, contrary to belief, changlings cannot shrink to a Rats size or grow to the size to that of an Elephant. The creature they are immitating must be at least around their height and width.

Saurian: "Out."

His reply was low, his voice gruff. He wasn't much of a socialiser and didn't really appreciate people attempting to start conversation.

Changling: "Where to?"

The Saurian looked at her, his brows narrowing with annoyance.

Saurian: "Anywhere but here...Beep me if control wants me."

The Changling stepped out of his way as he proceeded towards the exit. She was expecting him to congratulate her on her earlier performance...he had not. Snorting she sat down on the chair and sighed, staring at the cold, dusty, stone floor.

Saurian: "Oh, and Ella..."

He stopped, turning his head. The Changling looked up, her eyes widened expectantly.

Saurian: "Tell Control not to come looking for me this time..."

As he said this he turned and got back on normal course. Ella sighed and leaned back on the chair, it would have been a great privilage to be complimented by Quade...But he was a creature of few words.

***

*Setting: In the lower part of the Warehouse, and quite a few miles above the Queen Glukkons lair was the basis for all the operations. All Professional Assassins in the entire city worked for the same agency. Some were picked up off the street as kids and trained. Some were born into the Agency, born into Assassination and Hacking. Nobody knew who did the picking but it was wildly speculated that whoever did it had the help of a Psychic, mainly because all the creatures they pick up usually turn out to be the best at their job. And out of 156 Assassins, only 3 had lost their lives.*

Blue Saurian: "Hey-hey. You called, sir?"

The Sniper whom had taken out the first mark knocked on the glass door of the Director of the operations. The walls of the corridor were concrete, his door was the only one that was glass. The glass was the type that blurred the vision of the inside, on the front of the door was, in bold black letters;

'Director of Operations: F. L. Kowloon.'

Kowloon: "Yes, yes. Enter."

Quickly the Saurian stepped in. The room was quite large. Book shelves lined the sides and Kowloon was sat at the front, behind a polished, wooden desk. A potted Plant was in the far corner of the room and on the walls pictures of landscapes were hung. Infront of Kowloons desk was two swivel chairs, pressumably for Operatives being clued up.

Kowloon: "Come, sit. Get comfortable."

Kowloon was an industrialised Mudokon. His head Plume was short and purple, his skin green and his eyes yellow. He was sat in his usual black suit, black tie. A Silver ring on his thumb.

Kowloon: "First of all i would like to congratulate you on your hit. It was clean, precise but most of all, perfect. Sources say that the Bodyguards only saw a Blue figure, but didn't give a specie or race...which is always a good thing."

The Saurian smiled, he always got nervous when he was called in to meet his superiors. Right now his palms were sweating and he was constantly rubbing his hands on his legs.

Kowloon: "Secondly i would like for you to participate in some Hand-to-Hand combat training. Just in case. I dont believe you have done any such training...If i can remember correctly."

The Saurian shook his head slowly.

Saurian: "No, sir. I haven't. I was going to but i decided to hone in my sniping skills."

Kowloon nodded and pushed a small black button under his desk. Slowly, the wooden panel on the top of it slid away and a small computer screen lifted out a few degree's. It was a touch screen device and stored all sorts of valubale infomation.

Kowloon: "Well, i would like you to start that. However, before you do i have another hit for you. If you want to take it. Its quite tricky and involves some experimentation with new bullets and such. The details of the hit are not quite clear, but the highers say its something to do with the Glukkons and a buisness run...Hush-hush stuff and all that. They said that you should have the details by tomorrow morning. The hit has to be done by Wednesday afternoon...So, you have three days to prepare and get yourself in the right frame of mind."

He smiled and typed something on the screen. Looking over the monitor one last time.

Kowloon: "Do you have any questions...?"

The creature shook his head slowly.

Saurian: "No, i think you covered most. Apart from my pay...when do i get paid for the last hit."

Kowloon smiled and nodded.

Kowloon: "Ahhh yes. I'll transfer the money into your account now and by Christmas time you should have enough to pamper yourself with, heheh. Kowl isn't it? Kai Kowl?"

The Saurian nodded and smiled, slowly standing up.

Kai: "Yep. Thats right."

Kowloon: "Ok Kai. Well, i'll be in touch tomorrow with the details of this next assignment. Until then, relax and celebrate."

(OOC: Anything...to say...what...so...ever?)