Tribal Fate

Tribal Fate: Book One Of Three

Main Character: Kirra Fang
Age:21
Occupation: Military Student
Hobbies: Free Running/Parkour
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"Complete your objectives and the mission should go as planned, go now...I can't stay long but I promise to find you again before they do."

"Agent Fang...Don't fail our cause."

"Survive."
...

The Communications Relay had been severed, Kirra sat over the stairs, crossing her long legs one over the other, the stairwell was quiet. A sign bolted down over the stairs against the solid white wall leading to the building's rooftop, as indicated, pointed upward, inevitably leading to a door which locked from the outside.

Kirra was now fixated in silence, the room was quiet all except the soft exhale of the cigarette smoke through her parted wine-red lips, the cigarette's smoldering ash seemed to dissipate faster toward the bud pressed against her lips as she held the vibrantly gleaming candle elegantly entwined between her delicate fingers. The shadows of her face in the dimly lit stairwell danced the light on her cheeks with a slow rise and fall in tone and for a moment she felt the warm embrace of her spinning mind clutch reality with another short inhale. The message she heard replayed freshly in her subconscious,

"Our cause..."

She repeated once to herself, the meaning of which seemed to elude her; In an instant she knew the answer, exhaling roughly she stood up and let the dry empty bud fall from her hand leaving a beautiful dark smoke trail behind the path as it rolled down the steps only to stop rolling on one of the stairs below. Kirra stood holding a case in one hand and her favorite jacket behind her back in another now following the stairs up to the roof.

"Alright, Let's begin!..."