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Hell’s Kitchen, New York City
September 3rd, 2013[/b][/center]

An hour ago, my handler from the syndicate of which I owe so much to, gave me a call. But this time I was told that this was not a test and that I needed to be in Hell’s Kitchen as soon as possible—that it was best to not to dawdle and make the Syndicate wait, that I should always remember the consequences of thinking ill of the syndicate. When they told me that it sent my nerves running and I don’t really understand why they keep mentioning it, as if I would dare deceive them or go against them when they have the most important thing in the world to me. I suppose it’s something these criminal-types enforce, something I need to learn to deal with if I want to see my father again.

A heavy sigh leaves me as I move my hand out as I look forward from my placement on the top of a water-tower that gives me a decent look over of the warehouse in question. The item I am supposed to steal, a “fragment of the orb”, is already missing from what my handler has told me—apparently straight from the mouth of Rose who had been blatantly upset that the two men he had sent to commit the robbery originally failed due to some “spider-guy”, which was words straight from the goons themselves. This annoyed Rose so much that he didn’t even bail them out of jail, leaving them to suffer in their idiocy until he was in a much better mood. My job was to get information on where this fragment went by hacking into the computers inside the warehouse. Once again, I had my USB stick that did that for me—but I didn’t have anybody to watch my back on this one and I couldn’t screw up… I wouldn’t screw up.

Tightening my white mask and wig, I sprung towards the warehouse. 

“You can do this Felicia.”