>>20049244For Chad, that meant the end of his career. It's hard to charm a judge when you can't speak. His love life faltered, as word around his offices gave him little hope with the paralegals and understudies he was used to. With no clients to speak of, Chad's role was terminated. Due to his reduced tastebuds, Chad would no longer enjoy the fancy restaurants of downtown, and he would hit the bottle hard, coming close to losing it all a few times. He was seen gambling away his savings as he tried to replace the physical love and fine dining his life no longer had.
As the end neared, a chance encounter with a private military contractor would see Chad given a new lease on life. Basic training was provided, and over the months Chad would excel, culminating in a raid to apprehend a domestic terrorist in Project: Lazarus. The raid was a bust, but Chad impressed his superiors enough with his silent approach that he was earmarked for 'the big jobs'. And we all know that in Spaghetti Town, that can only mean one of three things: Royale, Emilia, or Divine.
And tonight, it was Divine. Some sort of 'get your tits out party' or whatever. Chad had no interest in the strangely-young skewing guestlist likely to show up, and was standing guard ensuring that nobody shady or likely to cause trouble would be let in... except the horned giant, if she were to arrive. The call had already come in to report the moment the monster known as LILLITH made an appearance, unlikely though it was. LILLITH would be hard to miss, so Chad and the team were ordered to scan the faces of everyone passing by, whether they entered or--
A chill runs up Chad's spine, as a single finger runs along the back of his neck.
