Blog #5 - There's no reason to doubt

Justice Taft, who is called "Just" within the Organisation is not having a nice week at all. The Organisation ordered him to get Alpha back into operation when the guy quiz over a year ago, and Alpha is just not having it. During the time when Alpha was gone, the Organisation really suffered in terms of operations and revenues.

"He was the best we had."

Just exclaimed to himself sitting in his van.

"If only he didn't have that attitude of his..."

Beta, Gamma, Delta... these guys together can't do what one-tenth Alpha was able to achieve.

"Yeah they are really bad, I recruited them after Alpha quit."

That's a fourth-wall break, you aren't allowed to that!

"Don't tell me what to do."

No.

"Hey, hey, reader, I guess five blogs in you still don't know what the Organisation does eh?"

No.  

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Let's get back to the story, shall we?

The night was dark and Leit was on the roof his bar. The sky was filled with the cosmos but Leit was not feeling particularly happy with such. Because of everything that happened to him in the last week, he was still classified as a "missing and suspicious individual". During this time, Leit was not able to operate his bar. Leit especially loved mixing cocktails for clueless clients, serving up the most shitty abomination possible, and watching their faces as they force the delicacy down their own throats. But I digress.

Leit’s purpose for being on the rooftop was simple: he had set up a temporary shelter here the day before and he intends on spending the night here.

“Finally a good night of sleep awaits me!” Leit whispers to the heavens.

And just as Leit was hypnotising himself into sleep, a shooting star darts across his vision. Remembering the urban legend of a wish upon a star, thinking why not, Leit said a wish.

“I wish to bury my past.” He asked.

Little did he know, that wish would be fulfilled. In the worst ways possible.