Jane and Tom Hoffman had been working as a pair for years. Working as a couple had its advantages. No one was looking for a pair, and rarely were they looking for a female assassin. If one of them got the drop the other could swoop in from behind. That was the case tonight. While Jane sat and flirted with Claws at the bar Tom sat outside in a blue unmarked van. When Jane asked Claws to come back to her place Claws jumped at the opportunity. As soon as the two of them stepped out of the door Tom pulled up in front of the building and Jane smacked Claws at the base of the neck with her Glock 17. As Claws began to fade they stuffed him into the back of the van. No one would see Claws the rest of the night.
Meanwhile on a boat moored just off the coast of St. Thomas Prince Omar was throwing an opulent party with all the alcohol, drugs and women a man could want. Winward had been a guest of the Prince and wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight.
Thomas Stansfield, Director of the CIA, used his powers and sent a surveillance van to pay GrumpyCat a visit. GrumpyCat knowing the CIA was looking closely at him was forced to lay low for the night. He would not accomplish anything.
Paul Fournier, France’s General Directorate for External Security, snuck quietly into Winward’s home and quietly went through all of his things. He now knew where Winward’s allegiances were.
Ben Friedman, the Director of Mossad, set out to investigate his prime suspect. The stake out went through the night but Friedman was unable to find his target.
David sat quietly behind a newspaper in the French cafe. The Palestinian Operative was known by only one name. Somedays, even he struggled to recall his given name. He had been watching Mazer all day. Or rather, watching everything but Mazer; keeping an eye out, making sure no ill will would befall him. It was getting late and Mazer was leaving the restaurant across the street. David was hoping Mazer would be going back to his hotel, he was ready for some shut eye himself. David finished his glass of red wine and started to follow at a safe distance. Up two blocks ahead Mazer disappeared into a cab. “No problem,” he was only a few blocks from Mazer’s hotel.
David stopped for a cigarette. He decided to cut through a back alley and that is when it happened. David never saw it coming. A hand was placed tightly over his mouth and the knife was plunged into his voice box so deep that it cut deeply into his spine. Unable to scream, his assailant dropped Val to the ground. As Val laid there on the ground, her world quickly fading, she wondered where she had gone wrong.
Val has been assassinated. He was David- Palistine Operative and the town doctor.
1. CWE
2. Robozerim
3. puppies
4. Mazer
5. Listo
6. Matthieu
7. MTR
8. WindwardAway
9. morrison
10. VoidKitten
11. Jarrod1983
12. Grumpycat
13. BN
14. Claws
14 Remain, 8 to reach a majority. 46 hours. 8:30 am Central time on Wednesday. (Bumping it up 2 hours to avoid conflict I have Wednesday. This will allow me to get everything out on time)