[i]A lone soldier stands atop a mountain over the lumber district, his cloak blowing in the wind. A voice cuts across his comms.[/i] You're in the city again. Yes. Not exactly safe there, General. Trust me, I've seen worse. You've not dealt with magic before. Did you forget my previous operations in the area? Ah yes, but they are not... Organized. This Monarchy is. They do not play games. Neither do I. Then you should know what you're doing is risky. A worthy risk. Not to me. I need you out of the city. For what reason? That's not important, Wolfe. You know what you were told. I've got a plan. And that is? Deniable asset. [i]The soldier vanishes.[/i]