Chapter 10
Infiltrating this “revolutionary” cell was easy enough that I don’t know whether to be paranoid or disappointed. From the way Ristoph briefed me, I was expecting more. Their name for themselves is suitably bombastic, something like “Plains Liberation Front,” “Fighters of the Future,” or “Douches for Progress X-Treme.” The important thing is they spend their free time pissing off both the city of Del Lasmar and the Church of the Southern God, and have been growing steadily more violent.
No one will miss them.
All it took to get a job interview were some grimy church robes with a few convincing tears and blood stains. Ristoph made a cryptic comment about how “everyone has their uses, sometimes surprising,” but I don’t have time to play his head games. The poor bastard was proba
