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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcbsHKeYw3AA man sat in the interrogation room. He is riddled with old, self-treated wounds. He does not groan or wince. Instead, this broken blade stews in raw malediction.
From what others have told you, the story is that this Deathwatch member demanded to speak to the Black Swan. Ms. Jousten is undisposed at the time being, but his situation has to be addressed immediately.
He looks up at you, and sees some vile creature he doesn’t have the permission or means to kill. It’s a kind of look you are surprised to be seen leveled at you in such brazen shamelessness. He sincerely thinks you are subhuman for your unusual height.
“What is your name?” You ask.
“That’s classified,” the man answers.
Oh, how you tire of this charade. “Code name?”
He paused. “Meteion,” he answers. “We <span class="mu-i">were</span> the Birds of Hermes. Formed for this mission alone. I knew not their real names. Only code names.”
Hermes. While much is known about the old gods, there’s some information that is misinterpreted, in worst case, corrupted from insurmountable piles of fiction produced in the time before the Calamity. From what you know, he’s a messenger god of the Greek mythos, and a ferryman of souls into the afterlife. A fitting patron god for a band of assassins, though you’re not sure if the god kept birds.
“What happened to the rest of your squad?”
“We faced unexpected resistance from our target.”
You were almost hoping they had gotten slaughtered by the Jotunn that the Stormwatch has feared for nearly a year. You derive far less enjoyment from his vagueness. “Who was the target?”
“Is," he corrects. "The target is a corrupt benefactor.”
<span class="mu-i">Benefactor.</span>
Your eyes widen.
The term “Benefactor” has exceedingly precise meaning to Mother Nature’s Providence. It is handled with exceedingly profound caution. Intentionally vague, but you are privy of who it refers to.
The order of this mission has not been recorded. It has not been communicated by radio. It has not even been put to pen. This mission lives and dies only in words spoken in fleeting moments in quiet rooms, and is said no more.
Forget Top Secret. Their mission is Canard. Apocrypha. The MNP is not a church, but this is heresy. The information existing is a hazard in itself. The sooner this is forgotten, the better.
Mishandling this information will do far worse than kill you.
