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It was getting late cause the sun was setting yet my job was not finished. Boy was is it stuffy in here. There were a few setbacks but I still had a job to do, and I had yet to be caught. Mister Jumbo what's his face told me to kill Vaine Noetawish on the Diamond Core committee. He specifically told me to do it no matter what the cost, as long as I don't get caught.....
.... I hope he doesn't mind that I went through the whole committee, because he didn't drink from the right cup to begin with.
I then heard the door of the conference hall open and a little "hm" as in "I wonder where the rest of the committee is?". I have to admitt it was not easy even for someone of my caliber to shove 13 bodies including myself into a 6 by 6 closet space. Hey, like I said if he just drank from the right cup to begin with I wouldn't have gone to all of this trouble. I waited a minute to make sure no one was with him. I mean there was no way that I could shove two more bodies in here and myself just in case.
"Now."
It was over like that. I wiped the bloody dagger on kerchief since that was the only exposed fabric on him.... No he was not naked he was just waring a lot of mail.
The last body tumbled out of the closet. "Great now I have to put them all back. I hope your happy Sir Vaaiiine Nobody, you put me through unnecessary work." After ten minutes of shoving the bodies back into the closet I precede to put on a turban and unbloodied clothes which I took from one of the dead beats in the closet. Getting out was easier than getting in, I can tell you that even though I had to "borrow" several different outfits from several different people.
Right. Now you must be thinking that I am some sort of monstrous person who has no regard for the human life. Well I do regard the human life, I mean if I couldn't take it I would be out of the job. What is my job you ask? Well little one that is a good question. I'm a Dead Dog, a retired Mercenary. The youngest one in fact. Forced into retirement by the higher ups, something about being unprepared and careless. Wonder what gave them that notion. Oh well. My job is done so I better report back to my employer.