The First Move

[A Friend]

You imbecile. I gave you a chance when none would. Your violent nature put people off, but I gave you the chance... and you failed me. Nontheless, I have gained what I seek from someone else. You are of no worth to me now.

*A cloaked figure stands up from behind a desk and stares into the man's eyes. The man cannot hold the gaze and turns away. His decision made for him, the figure draws a sword from behind and approaches the man. Lifting the sword high in the air, an arrow hits the man in the neck and he falls to the ground dead, never to be seen in Kiwike again.

With a nod of acknowledgement to someone in the back, the figure walks to his desk and removes a pawn from the board. Turning to the sword he whispers, "Not yet, my friend. It is not time. But don't worry, for soon the streets will run red with blood. Very soon."