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January 22

The mission is now complete. I have killed the 500 strong rebellion. It was really no big task.

I stole into their camp in the dead of night, my scythes painted brown with river mud to keep their glare hidden. The guard went down with no problem. Swift dragon kick to their necks, they were dead before they could even topple over. I had released my magical Spirit Falcon to the skies above from the gauntlet I wore now. It disappeared into the midnight sky, but I could faintly hear it's wings swooshing in the still air. I took the guards clothing and put it on, disguising myself to get into the rebellion leaders tent.
I made haste to the tent, bowed and gave the secret code (of which I saw them do while spying on the camp the night before) so his bodyguards let me in. I walked to the leader. He was standing around a table with ten other men. I called to him. He turned to me, looked hard at my face, then froze.
I stopped. I was looking at the eyes of the man that saved my life twenty summers past. When I lay on the road to Beijing, dying of hunger and thirst, he picked me up and carried me to his dojo. I became a pupil of his, learning all manners of fighting, kung-fu, tae-kwon-do, tai-chi, and sword, staff, and nunchuk fighting. He was the one that took me to the Chinese army to become an army assassin.
"Chang, it ... it's you!" He nearly beamed with joy when he saw my face, and inside I wept. But my family was more important than this man's life, or so I thought.
"It has been a long time Master."
"What are you doing here?" he asked me.
"I have been sent by the Underground Alliance to stop you from starting this rebellion. Please surrender to me, or I will be forced to raise my hand against you."
He looked at me, and I saw his cheek quiver. He burst out in laughter, doubling over. Two of his men grabbed him before he fell to the floor (before I forget to mention, he is very old). I did not return his laughter, for I was telling the truth.
"So be it", I grabbed the two long daggers hidden in my belt and sliced his two aides throats. I brought the two daggers down on the old man's neck, decapitating him. the eight other men yelled and withdrew their weapons, but their long swords got caught in the tent fabric. I slashed at all of them, cutting off body parts one after another. The two guards ran inside, but they were gutted before they could make out what happened. Soon the entire camp was in panic, as the soldiers heard the screams of the dying inside. I raced out the tent, whistled for Spirit Falcon, and defended myself against the rebels. The falcon swooped down, talons extended, slashing at the eyes of the rebels. Line after line of them dropped to their knees, hands over their eyes as blood streamed down their faces.
I turned to a line of rebels approaching me, and withdrew my nine chain whip. I swung the whip at the mens knees, the spike at the end digging into their skin, ripping their knee bones clean off. I twirled the whip around my body, creating a circle of dead and dying around me as the onslaught of rebels continued. The "battle" lasted only about ten minutes, but every minute felt like an eternity to me. here were men trying to gain their freedom from the tyranny of the Underworld Alliance, and I, a prisoner along with them, would kill them because of a cause I would fight for. I stood there, resting my arms. I rose after a minute, walked back into the tent, and grabbed the head of my old master from the ground. I stuffed it into my pouch, and walked away.
I will now head back to Asia. The girl is safe with an old couple in Middle Africa. She can't come, for she would be put with the other prostitute children at the UA if I brought her back with me.
I buried the body of my master as well. My heart has been broken enough times. I will not wait any longer. The death of my leaders is now my next mission. The freedom of my family and all that is enslaved from the UA is my priority now.
I will need some help. It is time to call on an old friend.