In one of the secluded streets of Bagdad City, two figures cloaked in black hoodies and robes stood, their identities concealed by the darkness of the night. Their voices carried through the air, audible within a certain radius.
"Have you completed the mission?" one figure asked, their voice laced with anticipation.
"Yes," the other figure replied. "I have relocated the target as per your request. The new location is 'safe,' just as you desired."
"Excellent," the first figure murmured, a hint of satisfaction in their tone.
"And the reward..." the second figure spoke, extending their hand. "You understand the difficulty and danger involved in this task, don't you?"
"Hehe," the first figure chuckled. "Impatient, are we?"
With a swift motion, the first figure produced a pouch and handed it to the other. "Here, take it. This should be enough to live a life of luxury for a century."
