I'm trying something new. I don't know if it will work. I'm not sure it works now. I just... I needed a change. I needed a way to channel my anger... so this is what I got:
Meanwhile in Hell....
Jazz turned a corner in the maze of an office building, her boots making barely a sound on the carpeted floor. She'd memorized the blueprints of the top few floors where she knew her mark would be. Thank gods too, since this place was all muted grey walls, charcoal carpeting, black tiled floors in the main areas, and ebony wooden doors. It was far too easy to get lost in here. Some of the art that was subtlety lit even looked like originals, not that that was what Jazz was after today.
