directors giving us bit and pieces, forcing us to be emissaries following the secret orders of the headchief, whom we haven't seen, and don't really know what he looks like - but his mind controls throught it's various nervous bsa directors. So lisa and i were emissaries for the bsa organisation run by a headchief, baoss - the leader of the bsa, keeping an eye on our search for the 666 beast, the dragon. and we had orders to keep in contact with other agents of teh bsa, and various nervous directors of the bsa. orders to call the psychic line - getting the psychicfriendsnetwork out of the plan, and all of their counteragents trying to turn people against the bsa - and we would call in - throwing them off our plans with bogus lies - trying to interpret their attack on our forces, trying to see where they were pushing their followers.
so lisa and i had finished our drinks, and i put on my jacket - as she lit up a cigarette. it was getting colder outside. in this part of town, the streets were crawling with dragon agents and various psychicfriendsnetwork people twisting the insane plans to keep the bsa at bay. and it was getting more difficult to identify them. burn some dragonsblood, and they came out of the woodwork vomiting like fiery termites singeing under hotsuncorset bastards of mankind. but dragonsblood was getting harder to find, they were taking it all, stashing it somewhere and and our current missioon i'll have you know was to locate the dragon bastards getting the dragonsblood - burn them - take their stash - and get out of their with our hats. we didn't really have any ideas. there was some johnny boy we'd been told to take and interrogate, we were headed towards his abode now. swimming with all the schools in the concrete ocean. it wasn't getting easy - i could smell them, dragon agents everywhere.
