Saige Copel With the slow rain that pattered against the pane in the murky bar, the smell of pungent booze, blood and vomit evident in the air as it laced into a weave of foul stink that seemed to lull most worries into nothing. It was hardly a comfort but in consideration to what the rest of the world was like, it was soothing. The war was hammering hard, so many lives were being obliterated on each side; blood caked into the soil forever staining it into the gruesome hue of life and death. It showed no end in sight making the human mind dribble into nothing but the lifeless husk that would go to war and parish. Fingers tapped against the short glass the thick coloured liquid inside rippled with the vibrations, eyes moved quickly along the yellowed page of the book, her free hand was absently keep a careful stroke to the concealed weapon under the red wine penny coat she wore. Blond tresses tumbled against the curve of her cheeks framing her young features in the pale bar light, allowing the curious gazes of many other drunken patrons to linger over her unusual appearance. Lips drug against one another allowing the saliva to moisten them, the paged turned in her book. She may have seemed to be deeply involved with the book, she was hardly. Rather she was keeping a firm eye out amongst the drivel of men and women that filtered in and out of this stagnant wallow, waiting for the next big assignment.