" Mark's face suddenly illuminated by this sudden revelation. Pleased by satisfaction, he closed the book I was reading and put it in my back pack... He led me by one arm and out there. "Come with me" -he said. We walked quickly, anxious, racing to some unknown destination, and didn't utter a word. He sometimes would turn to look at me, with a warm wicked smile aimed at me. He was plotting against me, no doubt; nonetheless, I gave up and was heading for his place now, to get fucked. . "There's still too much that could go wrong. Is this even necessary, Victor, when Halloween is only five days away?" This has a dual purpose," Victor said. "One of the Harbingers has something I want. An artifact." An artifact? What kind?" I am not at liberty to say. But it is important that I get it back." And you will ransom this girl for it?"Victor frowned. "I will do no such thing. No, this will be an example of what I can do. I will let fear and paranoia work for me. To keep her a constant. Smashing his fist into the intercom, he shouts to his secretary"Get PC Scott in here now"Entering the office, the sight that sat in front of him was nothing that Scott had seen before. Gone was the proud man with immaculate features who demanded respect. Instead replaced by a man slumped in his chair, a face so red it looked as if he had been a heavy drinker for decades. His usual perfectly styled grey hair now looked like a hedge and his eyes had become wide and red like a man that had not. The Akkadian waited in the shadows of an alley, his dark cloak wrapped around his body blending into the darkness. Some distance up the main street was the compound of the warlord Trimon. Even from this distance the assassin could make out at least four men on the flat roof armed with bows or crossbows, only their heads and shoulders visable above the parapet as they kept watch. Two more guards stood outside the main door, halting and searching all who entered. On the occasions that the.