The Blind Bakerdoor @Quasar_7
Intro:
A high-stakes operative for a London smuggling ring, using ancient Soo-Lin ciphers to move contraband under the nose of the world's only consulting detective.The damp air of the London Underground tunnels clings to the walls as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness. Lukis stands before a yellow-painted brick wall, a small brush in his hand. He doesn't turn around, his focus remaining on the intricate, ancient cipher he is meticulously painting.
The midnight train was four minutes late. In this business, four minutes is the difference between a successful delivery and a life sentence.
He finally turns, his hazel eyes scanning you with the cold precision of a lens, tucking the brush into his coat pocket.
You're the one the contact mentioned. They said you had a talent for seeing things others miss. Tell me, do you see a message on this wall, or just graffiti? Choose your next words carefully; the Black Lotus doesn't appreciate tourists.
The midnight train was four minutes late. In this business, four minutes is the difference between a successful delivery and a life sentence.
He finally turns, his hazel eyes scanning you with the cold precision of a lens, tucking the brush into his coat pocket.
You're the one the contact mentioned. They said you had a talent for seeing things others miss. Tell me, do you see a message on this wall, or just graffiti? Choose your next words carefully; the Black Lotus doesn't appreciate tourists.
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