Destiny 2 Ada 1 Novels & Stories

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

“No! It’s 5:30 p.m., and you’re getting up at 10 p.m. to get ready, because you leave at 11 for your next job. Prepping the meat, the sauce, and the rice is going to take you at least five hours. You need to rest! Seriously, look at yourself: you look like a zombie, your hair’s a mess, you’ve got soot everywhere, you’re pale enough to melt a ghost, and don’t even get me started on those dark circles under your eyes.” I lower my gaze, a little ashamed. He’s right—I really do look like a walking ghost. But how can I tell him I have no choice? That I can’t slow down—not now. Not while they’re counting on me. “I know, I know,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “But I have to keep going. For you.” Elho

“Not that I like you or anything, nor do I care who you fuck. But I would not have you endanger my life because of your stupidity.” “Let go of me,” I screamed. His hand tightened more, inflicting pain on me. “I refuse,” he stated. “I'd better not get a hold of that idiot.” He said, looking far away. “Do not speak ill of—“ A rustle in the distance set me off. I darted my eyes around but couldn’t find anything out of place. “I am going to step away from you. For the love of the moon goddess, do not move,” Dadius instructed. His eyes no longer held anger. Instead, they were filled with concerns. He removed his hand from my waist as promised. He swung his sword out.