I failed the mission. Fighting on CCTV is not my jam. I don't know why Kalika insisted. We don't need footage tying us to anything or any place. Or should I say, me. If a servant or whatever other abominations is prey on this chaos gets hold of this, it's my damn image. Which one of us the paranoid one? Can't really say.
I'll stop with the bullshit excuses.
Alright, what happened. Well, an area where security cameras that Kalika can hack and my target meet is an alleyway by a frequented bar. I chalked a Timberwolf logo near the entrance. I'll be honest, it was almost a little bit too easy to get the target into place. Everything else was an entirely fucking different matter, hence why I've been recovering for a month. Shooting would attract make too loud a sound. It was remote, sure, but you don't risk it. A combat knife was my next choice. Straight for the throat. Still, I braced myself in case it went wrong. You can't afford to underestimate anyone. Not when they're built like the proverbial brick shithouse they just walked out of.
Even I wasn't ready for how damn strong he was despite that. I was parried and bashed into a wall by my neck. Everything blurred and span. Jesus, my head burned. A blue-white glow approached. Initially it seemed like some kind of phone. I grabbed for it; he wasn't calling for help or I was screwed. He clung to it. While I was struggling for it, the details of the world crept back in. It wasn't a phone. When my ears stopped rushing, I could hear it too. A Taser. And like I said, he had way more muscle than me. There was no way I was going to just prise it from him. Plus, pulling an active Taser towards me could pretty easily go wrong and by wrong I mean impending fucking death.
So, the key was to look for the weakness. He was more focused on the Taser and steering it than anything else. So I slammed the knife into his opposite shoulder and twisted it. He made a sound somewhere between pain and laughter. Which was kind of disturbing, but nothing new. Him dropping the Taser, that was the goal. I kicked it away from us but left myself open to several punches. When I started tasting blood, I went for him again, the neck, with the knife, trying to dodge and approach from the side. But in an alleyway there aren't many directions you can attack from. Everything started spinning again when my head was knocked against a wall again. Countless bruises, a few sprains and one broken rib later, I realised I was no longer in control of the fight. So I started sprinting away, swiping up the Taser on the way.
Yeah, I ran away. Those who hate me, say your piece about me being a coward, give me your worst. The slight plus side is that Kalika trusts me for trying, but that's the participation medal of the situation. I'm not sure I trust her for sending me after someone under circumstances that really weren't in my favour just to prove I'm not a traitor. The new Taser is sort of a bonus. As per training I'm discouraged to use any unknown weapon unless I'm out of options. Plus after the fight it got pretty battered and a faulty Taser has the potential to backfire just as badly as any gun. Maybe Kalika will fix it up for me. She owes me that much.
