Closed Starter for @miyazakit
When: The Night of October 27th
It had been a manilla file just like all the others yet the one was heavier than the others.
She doubted this file had found its way to her desk by accident. Kali wasn’t careless enough to make that kind if mistake, nor was Kali carless enough to be using this target as a test. While Ha-Jeong knew her time spent with Miyazaki was not documented anywhere, the Reardon chair was clever enough to have intuited the assassin’s movements that this was not a hit Ha-Jeong would ever make. That is if Kali even knew…
What was probably more likely was some underhenchman had been tasked with this hit, and in their cowardice had slipped it onto her desk. Either way, as Ha-Jeong looked down at the file that claimed an anonymous ally to Reardon would like to see the witch Tetsuya Miyazaki taken care of, Ha-Jeong felt an instinct that had become only too familiar in the recent decades. The instinct to go against her pledged loyalties.
As she swept the file off the desk, she suspected nothing tied her to the hit really, if this was Kali’s doing and not some anonymous other hitman, the woman had gone through too much to save Ha-Jeong from her past Reardon betrayal to set her up for a new one. Ha-Jeong took off into the night intent on finding the file’s target, and warning him.
She already knew where her past paramour resided, it was her job to know things, and since encountering him in the woods all those months ago, Ha-Jeong had built her own file on his movements.
As she rounded the onto the street that led to the Dojo master’s home, Ha-Jeong assured herself that the smell of rot that seemed to grow with every passing step was nothing but in her own imagination. He had not had the stench on him when she had encountered him at gala, and while she trusted her senses implicitly, even someone like her was given to a little imagination. But the smell did not stop and as she climbed the steps to his home and rasped twice on the door, this was a social call at the end of the day even if she was coming to warn him a Reardon hit had been placed on his head.
It was strange, that he was not at the door before her knuckle had the chance to collide with the wood a secound time. In the past, it was like he could sense she approached just by the way the air moved around her, and she hadn’t been trying to hide her signature this time.
But as she went to knock the third time the door swung open and the stench increased, an almost instinctual hand going for a blade on her side without her knowing, “ 私の風”it’s a whisper through her lips, so tender and soft only the wind would be able to hear it.