The night was cold. He looked up at the sky. It was overcast, so the moon wouldn’t shed any light on his dark deed. He put on his cloak. He didn’t trust the supposed mage’s claim that it would mask his identity, but it was still good to keep cameras off his face. The FPS embassy was in sight. He ran to the front door with amazing speed, and dropped the bag onto the front step. As he ran off, the flames made the dew sparkle.