Hong Kong, 1973
The communicator at Maggie’s side beeped. Which
caused the other patrons to give her a look. More than being
just a foreigner, she was an angelic looking one at that. She politely
smiled, reached down and brought the comm to her lips. She held it close to
her mouth as she continued walking down the crowded city street, dressed in a
rain slicker.
"Give it to me," Mags said.
"That lead that
you sent us on. We've got a situation over at the Golden Palace," a
man said, his voice worried. "It's something uncanny and
scary and it's got the locals spooked."
"I'll be there in a
jiffy," Maggie said. She snapped the communicator closed and entered the
alleyway. Dropping the rain slicker, revealing a midnight black body
suit, she slung the katana over her shoulders and then jumped to a
ladder to get to the roof.
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