STORMBORN

1 | THE MISSION

_______11/29/2016 _______

PROTOCOL: TRACK THE DEALER, CAPTURE THE SUPPLIER.

"Do you think she could pull it off?" Jamie Lannister questioned the commander of the Order of the Seven's decision. "Brother, she is too—soft." His green eyes and golden hair glimmered under the fluorescence as he sat comfortably, propping his legs on the table as Missandei stitched the laceration on his chest. 

Tyrion, the tactical commander, turned to the screen that showed Daenerys's and her targets' profiles. "Soft? I think not. She's the only operative who got in close proximity to Snow." He looked at Jamie, the top agent of the Order, and challenged, "tell me brother, have you even seen Snow in the flesh?"

"He bores me." He scoffs of indifference and stroked his gilded locks away from his chiseled face. "Snow gets seen when he wants to be seen."

"That makes you unequipped to indulge in this mission then. But are you suggesting that he wanted Dany to find him?" He asked, curious to know what idea Jamie was going for.

"She's a honey pot. I'm sure he finds her amusing." He chuckled. "One thing we know for certain about wolves, they like to play with their food."

Missandei punctured the needle extra deep and Jamie, aware of her loyalty towards Daenerys, gave her a naughty smirk—unaffected by pain.

Tyrion continued fiddling with his computer, tired of his brother's tasteless humor.

"And oh, the wildling bitch—she's a feisty one but not cunning. She's easy enough to track." Jamie slid the piece of paper over Tyrion's desk. It filled with an address. "Stormborn should reach the location in less than 32 hrs. Ygritte never stays too long in one place."

The dwarf's eyes widened in irritation by Jamie's no sense of urgency.

Jon Snow is their only key to all intel of the mobs' hideout in Westeros and Essos. He's the only man who can disarm all of the syndicates in the country. They have to stop him and Dany is their only hope.