Axura's eyes locked onto Rowan's, his voice low and urgent. "What happened? What's the new information that made you tell me to abort the mission?"
Rowan's expression was unreadable. "Let's just say... circumstances have changed."
Axura's frustration simmered. "Circumstances have changed? What does that even mean? What new information arose?"
Rowan hesitated, and for a moment, Axura thought he saw a flicker of uncertainty. "I'm not at liberty to discuss it with you right now, Axura. Just know that the mission is no longer viable."
Axura's anger flared. "You know I don't like when you tell me to abort mid-mission," he said, his voice tight with tension. "You know I don't like living with unfinished business. I don't like unfinished missions."
Rowan's gaze hardened. "I understand your concerns, Axura. But sometimes, circumstances are beyond our control. We have to adapt and respond accordingly."
Axura's eyes narrowed. "Adapt? You call aborting a mission without explanation 'adapting'? I call it a lack of planning and communication."
The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. Rowan seemed to be holding something back, and Axura's instincts screamed at him that something was off.
"Tell me what's going on," Axura pressed, his voice low and insistent. "What's really happening here?"
Rowan's expression didn't change, but Axura sensed a flicker of warning. "You'll know what you need to know when the time is right, Axura. For now, just focus on extracting yourself safely."
Axura's anger and frustration boiled over. "That's not good enough," he said, his voice rising. "I deserve better than to be kept in the dark. I deserve to know what's going on."
The conversation was escalating, the tension between them growing thicker by the minute. Rowan seemed to be pushing Axura's buttons, and Axura was ready to push back.
"I want answers," Axura said, his voice firm. "And I want them now."
Axura stormed out of the room the tension between him and Rowan still simmering. He made his way to the designated room where all assassins stay.
Axura's gaze swept across the room, his eyes meeting the expectant faces of the other assassins. They were all professionals, skilled in the art of killing, but Axura didn't know them well. He didn't really know anyone in the organization, except for Rowan, and even their relationship was complicated.
"What did Rowan say exactly?" one of the assassins asked, breaking the silence.
Axura's expression was grim. "He told me the mission was aborted due to changed circumstances. But he wouldn't give me any details."
The assassins nodded, their faces neutral. "We'll follow orders, of course," one of them said. "But it's unusual for Rowan to be so tight-lipped about mission parameters."
Axura's eyes narrowed. "I agree. Something's off. And I aim to find out what it is."
The assassins watched him, their expressions unreadable. Axura knew they were waiting to see what he would do next. He was the one who had been pulled from the mission, after all. And he was the one who seemed to be taking it personally.
"I'll look into it," Axura said finally, his voice low and even. "See if I can uncover what's really going on."
The assassins nodded, their faces still neutral. But Axura could sense a flicker of interest in their eyes. They were curious, just like him. And they would follow his lead, at least for now.
Axura walked into his room, still thinking about the conversation he had with the other assassins. He was determined to get to the bottom of why Rowan had aborted the mission. As he sat down on his bed, he noticed the invitation notification on his comms device. The party was to be held in a month's time, and it was hosted by the higher-ups in the organization.
Axura raised an eyebrow. He didn't usually receive invitations to high-level gatherings, but he knew that the higher-ups didn't do anything without a reason. He wondered what the party was about and what kind of people would be attending.
Axura's mind kept wandering back to the party as he began to dig deeper into the mission parameters. What was the real reason behind the higher-ups' decision to host a party? And was it connected to the mission?
Axura's curiosity was piqued. He decided to do some digging, to see if he could uncover any information about the party. He began to sift through the intel, searching for any clues that might lead him to the truth.
Axura's fingers flew across the keyboard as he worked his magic, hacking into the organization's secure servers. He had been doing this for years, and it was second nature to him. But this time, he was taking a risk. He was digging deeper than he ever had before, and if he got caught, the consequences would be severe.
As he navigated through the digital labyrinth, Axura's heart pounded in his chest. He was getting close, he could feel it. He was on the verge of uncovering a secret that had been hidden for a long time.
Suddenly, his screen flickered, and a warning message flashed on the screen. "Intrusion detected. Security protocols engaged." Axura's eyes widened as he realized he had triggered the organization's security system.
Without hesitation, Axura sprang into action. He quickly activated a series of countermeasures, trying to stay one step ahead of the security team. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out lines of code at lightning speed.
The battle was on. Axura was racing against time, trying to uncover the truth before the security team tracked him down. His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind was focused on one thing - getting out with the information.
As he worked, Axura's skills were put to the test. He was a master hacker, but the organization's security system was formidable. He knew he had to be careful, or he would be caught.
The clock was ticking. Axura's fate hung in the balance. Would he be able to uncover the truth, or would he get caught in the process? Only time would tell.
Axura's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, his mind racing with thoughts of distrust. He had always been loyal to the organization, carrying out missions without question. But now, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.
The organization's secrecy, the abrupt mission abort, and the cryptic messages - it all added up to a sense of unease. Axura's instincts told him that he was being played, that the organization wasn't being entirely truthful with him.
As he pondered his next move, Axura's thoughts turned to Rowan. He had always trusted Rowan, respected him even. But now, he wasn't so sure. Was Rowan in on whatever game the organization was playing? Or was he just a pawn, like Axura?
The more Axura thought about it, the more he realized that he couldn't trust anyone in the organization. Not even Rowan. He was on his own, and he needed to look out for himself.
With a newfound sense of determination, Axura decided to take matters into his own hands. He would dig deeper, uncover the truth, and protect himself from whatever was coming his way. The organization might think they had control over him, but Axura was about to take back the reins.
As he sat in the darkness, Axura's resolve hardened. He would play the organization's game, but he would do it on his own terms. And if the organization thought they could use him, they were in for a surprise. Axura was a force to be reckoned with, and he would not be silenced.