The Bishop Directive: Chapter 1
Part II
The Bishop Directive
Chapter 1: The Worst Day
The rooftop was eerily quiet now, the faint hum of the city below a distant murmur. Bishop stood over the assassin’s lifeless body, the bitter taste of adrenaline still fresh in his mouth. The streetlights from the nearby roads flickered faintly, casting long shadows across the rooftops.
He wiped the blood from…
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