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A young man carrying himself with an air of establishment stands behind the stove at the kitchen of The Pierced Pike. He swivels the frying pan around, trying to even out the heat from the cooking fire. Adding some spices and garnish, he sets it back down and waits. He tells jokes to the kitchen staff, all of whom laugh and seem to enjoy his company, even if he is a little bossy in the kitchen. He looks over the stove, smiling as the giggles he caused from others begin to die down, and stares into the dining area of the restaurant. Two men in officials garb are there, exchanging pleasantries while waiting for the meal VJ was preparing. He could hear their conversation somewhat, just enough to listen to hear one of them joke to the other about the shakedown he had just caused on some unsuspecting citizen, he had scared him just enough to get him to pay. The Shrike will find you, you oppressive bas... but his thought was cut off by a coworker's elbow ribbing him with some new kitchen humor. He laughed along, and turned his attention back to the meal at hand. After leaving his shift at the kitchen, VJ went to his apartment to change. A, not so quite nice but adequate, room you'd never know that if he hadn't had a become scornful of his parent's politics he likely could have purchased the whole building with his allowance. The place worked though, and allowed him to hide among the common folk and operate his own agenda. Putting on his cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, he went to tonight's meeting place. Behind some coffee-house, he meets with a few other like dressed fellows and together they move stealthily into the night. When the sun rises, a body is found, stripped of its possessions except for three items: The remnants of a tattered Dotarri uniform, an arrow through his chest, and a note that reads:
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