Chapter 9: Those Who Dance Amongst The Dead
A cemetery in the middle of the night was always a good place to see terrible things go down. Maybe zombies would rise from the grave and seek the flesh of the living, or a vampire would rise from a hundred year sleep, ready to regain a long dead throne. It was a place where ghouls and ghosts lay. A place you’d normally avoid to visit, the moment the sun sank into the horizon, but unfortunately, for the two Prospect agents, they’d have to fight both fear and cold. They had come out into the night, dressed completely in black. Stealthy enough to avoid the detection of any passerby, but unwilling in entirety to avoid the detection of the crooks that lied within. They were over a fence and zipping pass the many tombstones that lined a hill, until they found the trio Kouta had mentioned, sitting around a grave with the flare of their cigarettes giving minor sight of their faces.