Dark Contacts
On a dark corner, in a small port town, two hooded figures meet. As they exchange greetings, footsteps and torchlight approach them from up the street. They dive into the crevasses of an alleyway until the patrol passes. Back in the moonlight, one of the figures passes a sealed letter to his hooded associate.
“Amr?”
“Who else?”
“What’s he want?”
“Don’t know; just passing this along the black line.”
“Important, huh? What’s going down?”
“Wish I knew, Malekate’s destroyed and I heard the Admiral just signed peace with the Shah.”
“Then again, the Captain always got something urgent.”
As more footsteps approach, the two strangers part ways, disappearing into the night.
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