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Post by Karna on Feb 9, 2022 22:44:55 GMT -5
|HITMAN|
Karna's PL: 8'000 (Antisense On)
The most luxurious hotel in East City was holding a banquet for the good people of Earth. By good, it meant filthy rich businessmen and other important political figures, all discussing the most recent events on Earth. Something about the moon being shattered, about an unprecedented attack on the president and the city, as well as rumors about laws to take place. Obviously, they only seemed to care so long as it fit their agenda. Karna was posing as a waiter, bringing plates and pouring wine to those same people who promptly ignored him. Yet, he remained polite, serving them with a good smile.
‘Karna, target has been located. Behind you, I’ll mark him.’
‘Got it.’
The one-man duo made its way around the tables, passing by several gentlefolks exchanging pleasantries about a subject he could not care about. Or understand, for that matter. Earth politics flew right over his head, and whatever this “Accord” was made no sense to the cyborg who had only been mingling around these Earthlings for the past month or so. Their society was fairly advanced, nowhere near the level of Lux, but enough so that he did not feel completely elsewhere. This also meant that integrating this civilization had been rather easy, though he encountered some roadblocks along the way. With S.I.G.M.A accumulating data about their behavior, Karna slowly incorporated them into his fake persona, making himself just as mundane as everyone else.
For what reason would the cyborg go to such lengths in the first place? Well, his benefactors were quick to task him with eliminating a specific target, an alien who had previously wronged them, the details were not mentioned. The objective, however, was made very clear. Eliminate the individual, then go out.
Posing himself as a waiter, Karna would assassinate his target in plain sight, only to disappear as if he were never there. He eventually found himself behind his enemy, the poor rotund alien completely oblivious to the predicament he was in. Stealthily, the Konatsian grabbed a knife concealed within his jacket and in one fluid motion, stabbed the alien from the back, piercing his heart, without stopping. The man began choking, gasping for air and the other people at the table, growing concerned, tried helping out. It was not a few seconds later that the whole hall was in panic, fearing for their lives.
Karna had already left the hall, joined the kitchen and was preparing to make his exit.
‘That was pretty easy.’
‘Stay on your guard, I’m noticing something strange.’
But what kind of strange? Even the advanced AI could not exactly say.
OOC: Karna has been tasked to carry out an assassination on a person of interest in an event featuring several influent guests. He may have succeeded, but has his cover been blown?
All dialogues are internal monologues between Karna and the AI that lives rent-free in his head.
All dialogues are internal monologues between Karna and the AI that lives rent-free in his head.
You know what they said about the finer things in life, nothing was better than a well-earned meal. What better way to enjoy it after all than to simply sample the offerings provided by the delightful cuisine of a rather luxurious hotel. 
