He's alright, our Gum
EXP: 24,290, Level: 6
Level completed: 62%,
EXP required for next Level: 2,710
Under the waking blue glow of his computer monitor, Cherub installed his codec in the canal of his right ear. The lithe black man reared up from his hunched posture and tapped the device. "Rooster." The word was a name, a codename. It was as secretive as the shadows flooding the broken boards and cracked plaster of his inner city hideout.
The Cherub clipped his weapon to his hip. He was skinny, but his tight-fitting body armour and white eyes produced a daunting horror for those who would be his victim. Trip wires were coiled and packed, and explosives ran the length of his belt. With a tug, his boots came up around his pocketed pants.
The Rooster asked him to "listen."
"I'm listening.
"Mugu's at the temple," she began. "Word came in from some Section recruits downtown."
"I understand."
"We have to exe-"
The Cherub cut his junior off. "We have to execute the plan."
Last edited by Gum do Mugu; 09-20-2017 at 11:34 PM.
