Ghosts of the Past...

[Assassin Twin]

On his way to New Berlin assassin Twin's COMM spoke for the first time in hours. A quiet voice, came out

"Assassin Twin... I was told to give you the details on my findings... attachment follows... Nightfall out!"

All was quiet again. Even the large engine pushing him through space, made not a sound in hit compartment in the front. Stretching his back he stood, his body rippled with muscle. The skin a golden brown, not from the suns of the many planets he had visited recently. No, he was full blooded Italian, or as close as one could be after the leaving of the old world. That's what his Grandfather had always told him, so it had to be true. Now at almost 30, Twin was being handed the most overwhelming job of his life. Find the reason these alien ships were showing up; find their leader, and kill him.
He reached down grabbing the hard copies printed out of the attachment.
'Pictures,' He thought to himself. 'I didn't expect pictures. I guess he's called the best for a reason. AW, thats the second time I hear that. I even tried to contact the one that I heard a name for. Nothing. Hmm, must be more out there than our maps cover. Will have to look into that.' His musing continues.

"Thats's a ship?" He said out loud out of shock. "What the hell? I can't mount an inferno cannon I don't have. Great! Time to go find some Cid's. And a Nova launcher."

He picked up his COMM mic, brow furrowed in thought.
'How do I explain this to him?' He wondered. Empty, lifeless, husks. Indestructable, except to Shield busters. What about missiles. that bust shields? Would they work? Have to put the paralyzer I have sitting around colleting dust to use.' He made up his mind. Quickly speaking into his COMM.

"This is Twin. Sending data attained thus far. Moving to deeper space to finish mission. Twin out."

Attatched to the file was an order for 5 million to be sent to the IND.

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Maxwell.Smart - Blood Dragon, by choice and imprisonment.

[N]Ulvnotisgi - Liberty Rogue VHF pilot