Noa Clarke
New Agent 
The Striving Fashion Designer
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 9, 2013 4:13:50 GMT
It was 8:00 PM, and Noa was sitting in a car in a residential district. She had been given an alien weapon; a blue-gray rifle with an elongated, thin barrel that ended in four prongs. It was an energy weapon of some sort, meant to stop the heart instantly, she had been told. Apparently this was the easiest way to go about this.
Bishop was her support for her first mission, but she didn't know what sort of help he could give. Her assignment was to murder a young girl...
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:12:12 GMT
Bishop walked down the street, Gale trotting along beside him. People gave him a wide berth due to the massive hound he had trotting beside him, not on a leash. Bishop approached the car and knocked on the window, motioning to roll down the window.
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Noa Clarke
New Agent
The Striving Fashion Designer
Posts: 94
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:13:54 GMT
Noa was on edge, so when he knocked she jumped a little. She saw his face and rolled down the window, panting a little from the shock she got.
"Finally...I need help," she said.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:15:01 GMT
"Who's on the business end?" Bishop asked, nodding to the gun. Gale sat next to Bishop, facing outward and watching the crowd.
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Noa Clarke
New Agent
The Striving Fashion Designer
Posts: 94
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:16:38 GMT
"A young girl...," she muttered, not wanting to say those words.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:18:04 GMT
"If they're giving you that, there's probably a good reason they want her dead. Did they tell you?"
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Noa Clarke
New Agent
The Striving Fashion Designer
Posts: 94
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:19:19 GMT
"They didn't tell me," she told him, "I don't know why they'd want me to...I...I don't want to do it..."
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:20:34 GMT
"A little wisdom of the ages for ya; just do it." Bishop said, dropping his voice and leaning in.
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Noa Clarke
New Agent
The Striving Fashion Designer
Posts: 94
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:21:50 GMT
"Would you?" she questioned, "Would you just go into that house and murder a six year old girl?" she hissed.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:24:24 GMT
"I learned a long time ago to separate myself from the missions. Work for an organization like this long enough, and your morals will come under fire more than a few times." Bishop said.
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Noa Clarke
New Agent
The Striving Fashion Designer
Posts: 94
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:25:08 GMT
"And what if you can't?" she questioned.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:27:37 GMT
"Then you learn, or you aren't fit for this work." Bishop said.
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Noa Clarke
New Agent
The Striving Fashion Designer
Posts: 94
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:28:22 GMT
"Maybe I'd be better off just dying then," she told him.
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Post by Bishop Samson on Jul 17, 2013 2:30:21 GMT
"Your life means that little to you? To your friends, your family?"
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Noa Clarke
New Agent
The Striving Fashion Designer
Posts: 94
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jul 17, 2013 2:31:35 GMT
"No, I want to live, but I don't want to have to kill a young girl!" she hissed.
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