Post by Angmor on Jan 18, 2010 0:02:45 GMT -5
It was funny how the mind wandered at times like these.[/Color]
As he made his way casually down the street, Taraak remembered for some reason or other an incident withh a young maid in Dras-Leona who had tried to strike up a conversation with him while he was tailing someone.
"Meeting new people is so much fun!" She had said, a perky but none-too-bright expression on her face. Taraak thought then the same that he thought now; You really need to get out more.
In his world, meeting new people was no fun at all.
Taraak took a deep breath of the chilly, late evening air, bringing his roving intellect back to heel. Mind on the mission, mind always on the mission.[/Color]
As missions went, though, it wasn't much. Through the covert information grapevine that ran from Cuenon to Aberon, the Varden had received contact from a new underground cell that wanted to start up operations in Uru-Baen, and wanted them to send someone to arrange for supplies. While this was the gist of the request, both sides knew that it would basically be a fact-finding tour, so that they could look each other over, and decide whether or not they could trust each other. A fairly low level assignment, certainly a good deal lower than Taraak's usual high-risk areas of information gathering and sabotage, but he got the job simply because no one else was available. He chafed at having what his old training sergeant had called a 'cushy assignment' when he could have been using the time actually something useful. Still, he consoled himself, his actions would probably add up to a valuable asset for the Varden. While spies were the ones who got most of the attention, Taraak knew that it would be much harder to do his job without the brave men and women that risked their lives every day to get him the information and the opportunities he needed to do his work, people like the kind he would shortly be meeting with. And they all needed to get their start somewhere.
Of course, it could also be a trap.
It wouldn't be the first time. Meeting with a new underground leader was basically placing trust in a complete stranger, a stranger who might not be as he appeared. The first rule of being a spy was trust no one, because the person you might choose to trust might be the one looking to betray you. But Taraak was used to rolling those dice every time he talked with someone, and he was very good at hedging his bets. With this in mind, he checked his weapons.
Just then the sun sank behind the palace, throwing Taraak's street into shadow. It was time Turning onto a side street, Taraak started his journey toward the building that was the pre-assigned meeting place, heading toward a night that would either be very boring... or very exciting.[/size][/Blockquote]
