1AM, Twan's command post.
Twan stood infrond of a table inspecting maps of the city.
Suddenly a throwing star land only inches away from his hand.
Bothe Twan and Boris aim there guns at the ceiling.
Is Thad how you greed old friends now?
Ceschire sais in a playful tone we she climes truw a ceiling window, taking back her throwing star and sits down on the table crossed legged.
Twan sigeds in relieve. Bohe him and Boris put there guns away
Damm Jade can't you just use the door you scared me half to death.
Nowe were is the fun in thad? She said in the same playful tone.
I geas your rigt.
Its good thad you worry thoug you got a decent price on your head, and this guy intendet to claim it.
She sais wel throwin a bag on the tabe wit in it the severd head of the assassin.
Thanks fore the help jade, Toug knowing you, your not just helping us becheas were sutch good Friends.
Wel its part of the reason, but most of Peinwig guys got prices on teher head.
Twan smiles.
So you ficht with us and claim the rewards from those bastard.
Exakly, good to see you haven't chansed.
Why would I, its to much fun.
Twan said wel he puleda wodka bottle from his desk, and took a swing.
To old friends,
He said and handed her the bottle.
And good times.