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[b]June 28th, 1914. Sarajevo[/b]

Today had been a very bad day for Gavrilo. 

Sitting outside of a deli on Franz Joseph Street, Gavrilo could barely even look at the sandwich he had ordered, much less consider actually eating it. All that planning, all that preparation... all for Nothing!

Gavrilo barely had the energy to look up as someone took a seat at his table. His eyes narrowed into a spiteful glare as he noticed the silver scars around the man's mouth. "You lying son of a-" 

"Calm down before you draw attention to yourself." Loki answered in a tone so silky and smooth that a mink would happily have taken off its own coat to give it to someone who quite clearly deserved it more. While it was enough to silence Gavrilo, the young man continued to seethe at the being that he had helped summon into the world. 

"You promised us that the Archduke's head would be ours for the taking." Gavrilo spat at the trickster, keeping his voice low to avoid turning attention to anyone who happened to be nearby. "You told us that you would help us free Bosnia from the Imperial dogs!" 

"And I delivered what I promised. Your Archduke was in your city, moving very slowly and clearly visible to everyone within the crowd. It is not my fault that neither you or your cohorts was able to capitalize on the situation." Loki responded with a mixture of hurt and amusement. "As I recall, you were the one who made it quite clear that you wanted either yourself or one of your little friends to take the Archduke's life. Something about wanting his death to be a symbol?" He prodded.

Gavrilo fumed for a few more seconds before finally taking a deep breath and letting out a loud sigh. "You're right. Can you at least tell me what happened?" Reaching for his sandwich, Gavrilo lifted it up in order to have something to do so he didn't just start screaming in frustration as he listened to [i]why[/i] everything had gone to hell.

For his part, Loki decided to get to the point. "The first two chickened out. The third seemed to have a change of heart and backed out as well. The fourth lined up the shot but I believe his weapon jammed and I'm sure you heard of Nedeljko's attempt already. Idiot missed and jumped into a four inch river. If I had to guess, he is currently being worked over by the authorities in a cell somewhere as we speak."

It was a good thing that Gavilo's mouth was full of a fairly decent sandwich; Otherwise his mother would have been horrified at some of the things he would have said. Chewing slowly in order to try and work through his frustration, Gavilo managed to to come up with a plan of action. "Okay. Today was a bad day and beyond salvaging at this point. I'm going to have to go into hiding for a while along with everyone else before Nedljko breaks and tells them anything. I'm sure that you'll be able to create another opportunity soon enough."

Loki couldn't help but show off an all knowing grin as he rose a hand up and snapped his fingers. A car started to stall from what sounded like the road in front of the deli. "It's interesting that you say that Gavilo..." was all Loki said as he turned to look towards the road.

Gavilo followed Loki's gaze and he dropped his sandwich in shock at what he saw. Right there, barely three strides away, was the Archduke in his stalled car. He was talking to his bitch of a wife, laughing about something that he had missed due to his own conversation. Glancing back towards where Loki had been seated, Gavilo saw nothing but an empty seat and thin air where his supernatural 'ally' had once been seated. 

Standing up, Gavilo reached for his pistol...

With two shots, the world changed.