Pov: Jake Lockley- alter 2

Boss demanded another stupid stealth mission, saying something about drawing too much attention and the other gods getting mad at him or something. I don't remember.

'There.' Turning my head a tad I saw the target. Only a single guard? That's... Odd. Makes my mission easier but still. The target soon left the club, their guard quick after them. So I just pulled up the rear, using the shadows to my advantage. The target and guard were speaking in a language I don't recognize, seeming like the guard was worried but the target was just laughing.

Right as I was about to strike a dark figure came from nowhere. And I do mean nowhere, I didn't even notice them. Nor did the boss.

The guard grabbed the target's arms and pulled them behind their back, the figure forcing a pill into the man's mouth.

Almost immediately foam bubbled from the man's lips. Cyanide?!

The guard dropped the target and stepped back, cringing at the convulsing bodies.

"You're lucky he paid me already." The guard growled, the figure flipping him off.

"Rude. Now bug off so I can call the cops." He groaned. The figure nodded, quickly heading into the shadows. Tho this time I could actually follow. So I did. Took my kill.

This person was walking for an HOUR. AN HOUR. My feet are killing me. Finally, something changed. The person took off the jacket and jeans, stashing them in a backpack and putting it in a hole hidden with false bricks. Huh-

They looked smaller than with the outfit. I guess they use it to disguise themselves. Pretty smart. I visibly saw them tense up. Did they hear me? No way, I haven't moved since they stopped.

The figure turned and looked me dead in the eyes, their eyes looked so... Unnatural.

(Art done by me)

'Get out of there IMMEDIATELY.' Boss shouted. Fear snapping down my spine, turning I fled for my life. If the boss is THAT concerned-

Pov: Sage

I knew it. I knew someone followed me. Dammit. Fuck. FUCK. I can't track him, that'd be too obvious now. The cameras would pick me up- fuck.

I just have to hope he didn't get a good enough view to report me. Running a hand down my face I growled, not risking it this time I grabbed my gear and immediately headed home. That was my last pill too- I'm gonna have to make more. Or order them. Ugh.

A ding from my phone caught my attention, 50k was deposited into my account. Great!

Slipping into my apartment I immediately headed for my bed, dropping to the floor and stashing my bag under my bed frame.

He's so lucky my rule is only four a day. Fuck.

Running a hand through my hair I turned to familiar padding. Katish my kitten hobbling to me, meowing her cute little head off. Scooping her up I scratched under her chin and walked to the kitchen. Setting her on the counter I pulled on my kangaroo hoodie. Picking her right back up she purred and happily let me put her in the pouch. Her only front paw and her head popped out to watch me.

Flipping open my cookbook I skipped page by page till she batted at some spaghetti. Flipping it fully open I set it on my special stand and started prep. Hopefully I don't see that man again. Something was definitely off about him. I thought I heard someone else too.

Humming along to a song I prepped everything and mostly easy waiting for the noodles to soften. Katish meowing periodically.

Ducking into the fridge I yoinked out a small container of raw salmon, popping the lid and holding it near her. She almost jumped at the container, grabbing two slices in her jaws and huffing it down. She acts like I didnt feed her not even three hours ago-