Gazelle sat in his plush velvet chair, vodka in hand. He takes a drag on a cigar he pulls from his pocket. His only companion Soko, the tattooed being. Gazelle exhaled the smoke, "What's the plans for today, Soko?"
Soko glanced up at the man with black hair and frowned, "Sir, I'm not quite sure. I believe we are just waiting for a response to the letter we sent out early this morning."
Gazelle nodded, "Thank you for the notion, Soko. Though it wasn't an answer to my question."
Zel's gaze darts to the stricken face of Soko. Soko clears his throat, "Uh sir, I'm quite sure what is on the schedule for the day. I can find out if you'd like me to."
Zel nodded and took a long drag on the cigar, turning the last bit to ash. Smoke exhaled from Zel's nostrils, he put the end in the ash tray, his eyes dart to Soko. Zel glares, "Go now, you useless douche."
Soko scampers from the room, in search of the list of things to do. Zelleans back in his chair, gaze focused on the window. He sips on his vodka, the burn satisfying him. He mummers under his breath, "It won't be long now."
Zel tosses back the rest of vodka in one go, he grins. He grabs a pen and paper, writing.
It won't be long now, it's time for the battle to be won. It's only a matter of time before the last piece falls into place.
~Gazelle
Zel folds the paper and slides it into an envelope, sealing it. He sets it aside as he pulls out a baggie. Popping it open, a sickly sweet smell fills the room.
He dusts the envelope with the white dust, then signs it with his ink pen.
Zel pushes himself off the chair and makes his way to the window. Opening it he slips out into the night.
Night falls, mundane beings are out and about. Zel watches a couple walk out of a shop, his eyes locked on their hands. They bear the mark of roses.
Zel slips into the shadows as they pass, he thinks to himself. Why is the order out so far?
The couple makes it's way further from him and before he knows it, he is following them. They duck into an alley. A hiss can be heard from the street. Zel is pushed inside by a rough shove, he is blindfolded with a knife to his throat.
Something pricks his neck and he losses consciousness.
