*I send a message back.*
/* Thanks, just a reassurance. */
*I stare at the man, utilizing my memory curses to wipe his memory. I watch him blink, as he forgets the hit. I replace it with a night of standard debauchery and whatever else I could piece together for a believable story. He shrugs, and walks on, no longer talking about the hit. I sway in the chair, holding my head. After a few moments, I call Acon.*