Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The night was rainy and ominous, the sort of night that forces everyone to stay inside. The rain was coming down in the size of quarters so thickly that it almost looked like a never ending wall of water. The night was the perfect night for someone to die, and someone would, Traith would make sure to that. Curently however he was filling up his ice bucket, he needed some ice and some things from the mini-bar, mainly for recreation, and perhaps to burn some time till he actually needed to work.
the top two stories of the building had been rented out by the Shaw of some mild eastern country, and his presence in the city made several groups of people uncomfortable, most namely the Vory, who had paid to make sure he never checked out of this hotel. Traith was stationed on the 3rd floor, a long term resident, having been here for three weeks, supposedly a journalist on long term assignment, but then gain, most journalist don't carry a 1911 in a shoulder holster just under their coat of out sight.
the top two stories of the building had been rented out by the Shaw of some mild eastern country, and his presence in the city made several groups of people uncomfortable, most namely the Vory, who had paid to make sure he never checked out of this hotel. Traith was stationed on the 3rd floor, a long term resident, having been here for three weeks, supposedly a journalist on long term assignment, but then gain, most journalist don't carry a 1911 in a shoulder holster just under their coat of out sight.