Meeting
of the Minds
Falchion stood carefully waiting at the
back of Requiem’s office. Watching and waiting for the swinging pendulum that
he felt was fate breathing on their necks. He and his group were lucky to get
out of the woods alive, and now potentially had to answer to their employer.
Requiem seemed preoccupied too much to
notice Falchion almost fidgeting at the back of the room. Instead he focused
his hawk sight on the other three. He rested his elbows on the large metal desk
and spoke, “Congratulations, you passed with flying colors.” Only a minor pause
in his speech, “I had expected Falchion to be more than capable to accomplish
this task on his own, but seeing you all here gives me hope for future works.”
Requiem looked through the others to stare at Falchion.
After a moment Requiem brought his
attentions back to the front three, “I don’t want to bore you with the finer
details of business workings, but needless to say we would like you and your
team to help us with an obstacle to a construction project.” The others in the
group thought they detected a faint hint of a smile across Requiem’s cold face.
“We’ve been having some problems with a
building, or more accurately an individual in the building.” Requiem took a
short pause, and continued, “It’s a rather trivial matter, but we need the
services of individuals such as yourselves.” With that, he made a small gesture
and looked at the group.
Falchion stood silent in the corner, the
others paying him no mind. He felt the others could handle the business
interaction, as he had already spoken to Requiem about this particular run, and
knew what lay ahead. Requiem focused his attentions on the three in front of
him, seeing Falchion had blended into the background. They had formed an
agreement to allow the others to engage Requiem in the negotiations.
“Well, you’ve piqued our interest,” Mr.
Popular broke in; his impatience seemed to pulse through the still air of the
room. Requiem quirked his brow towards Mr. Popular, “Indeed, I have. Very well,
here is a small packet of information on your target. The job is easy enough,
and you’ve got a maximum of two weeks. Ten thousand for the job, and we’re
willing to pay twenty five hundred upfront.” With only a minor pause Requiem
spoke again, “Yes, call me when you’ve completed the job, I wish to get this
project underway as soon as possible.” Requiem gave them the slightest of
waves, and bid them good day before immersing himself in his computer.
Entertainment grabbed the back of her chair
and made a flip off the back of it, and made her way towards the door. Mr.
Popular slowly rose from his chair, his face was a look of indignity, and he
made a noise as if snorting. Without even the slightest look of acknowledgement
Requiem spoke, “If you have a problem with the details Mr. Popular, I
highly suggest you take them up with your teammate.”
Mr. Popular walked to Requiem’s desk, his
strut was confident, grabbing the envelope of information, “Thank you Requiem, I think I will.” Shikkon rose from the
chair he had occupied, as he saw his boss walking back towards him. He gave the
smallest of bows, and the two of them made their way to the double doors. Entertainment
and Falchion were already discussing plans for the run. Mr. Popular did not
like their growing separation from his team. If only he could discipline them
like his other employees. Falchion, and Entertainment, glanced over at the
approaching two, seemingly interrupting their conversation. “Are we all set?” A
small smile was on Falchion’s face as his voice was polite and cordial.
Mr. Popular made a small scoff and
continued through the doors. He was above Falchion, and here he was being asked
to work for him, it was his team, not Falchion’s. The very notion, and
Falchion’s little snide mannerisms, agitated Mr. Popular to no end. As Shikkon
passed through the doors following his charge, he nodded to Falchion and
Entertainment. Falchion gestured to Entertainment to follow them, and as he
left the office he glanced over his shoulder at Requiem giving a quick nod. His
icy stare following them as the doors closed behind them.
The quartet waited in the elevator as it
moved down the floors. Silence invaded the space, as they were the only ones
taking a service elevator to the basement. No one seemed to pay any attention
to Falchion as he simple faded into the surroundings of the elevator, vanishing
from sight. As they disembarked from the elevator, they walked an empty service
corridor, and headed to an underground garage.
As they entered the corridor, Mr. Popular
glanced around to notice that Falchion had disappeared. “Does anyone know where
Falchion has gone, again?” Mr. Popular asked around with disdain. He didn’t
need this, he had a job to do, and one of his subordinates had now vanished
without a trace. Mr. Popular looked to Entertainment as she gave a simple
shrug. In reality Falchion had told her he had some things to do, but would
meet up with her later tonight. Mr. Popular only ignored this latest act of
defiance, and took the chance to assert himself that much further.
“We have a job to do, and I for one, want
punctuality.” He gave a sharp look at Entertainment who ignored him. “We shall
meet at Shikkon’s place tonight around 8
p.m. Perhaps you can convince your boyfriend to fit us into his
busy schedule.” Mr. Popular kept his voice biting, and pointed, as he aimed his
sights at Entertainment. Entertainment looked at Mr. Popular, anger flickered
in her eyes, but she kept her demeanor flippant, “Yeah, Falchion’ll be there.
Can you guys give me a ride back to my place?” Her question wasn’t even a
hesitation on her part.
Before Mr. Popular could answer, a look of
surprise registering across his face at Entertainment’s rudeness, Shikkon
replied positively. “Depends on which direction you’re headed.” Shikkon looked
at her plainly, ignoring Mr. Popular’s disbelief.
“Actually I live only a few blocks from
your club, Shikkon.” Entertainment responded smiling. “No problem, we’ll drop
you off in front of the club,” Shikkon answered as he opened the door for Mr. Popular.
Mr. Popular felt as if he had no say in the matter, and simply climbed into the
back, deciding he would save his complaints with Shikkon’s behavior for later.
After all it was a polite thing to do, despite her being filth.
Entertainment climbed into the rear of the
car on the other side opposite of Mr. Popular. She fiddled around with the
various switches and buttons before the car lurched forward. As the luxury car
hummed silently down the street, every part in working order and perfection,
Entertainment turned to Mr. Popular, and spoke calmly and direct in Japanese,
“You know, I used to work for you Japs.” Her language was second nature, but to
Mr. Popular it was distasteful and unfitting for someone like her.
He simply ignored her, and she continued,
“And I just want to say, that we’re in this thing together. We’ve got to do our
best to work together.” She couldn’t see Mr. Popular roll his eyes, and paused
staring out at the passing traffic. “I just want you to know, that I’m your
man. I’ve got no lost love for your kind, but I’m your man.”
Mr. Popular couldn’t believe his ears, and
looked at her in disbelief. All he could muster was a feeble, “Oh?” She glanced
over at him, and laughed a little, “Yeah, why, is that hard to believe?” Mr.
Popular quickly regained his composure, “It’s not hard to believe,
Entertainment, I’m a natural born leader. I’m glad to hear it. After we
complete this task we can anoint you in my apartment.” Entertainment continued
to stare out at the roving street, “Yeah, whatever,” Her response was
indifferent.
The car slowed and parked in front of
Shikkon’s club, The Diamond. Entertainment, and Mr. Popular heard the driver
door open and Shikkon speaking to someone. Entertainment’s door opened as
Shikkon held it open for her, and as she climbed out of the car she gave a
little thankful nod to Shikkon. A valet at the club held the other door open
for Mr. Popular, and after closing the door, he climbed into the driver’s seat
and drove the car away to park it.
“We’re going to take care of some matters
here at the club,” Shikkon spoke to Entertainment as she began her trip home.
“Remember, 8 p.m. , please
inform Falchion, and try not to be late.” Entertainment gave a blind wave to
the two of them as she walked down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the
various people. She thought she heard Shikkon say something else, but the
murmuring of the crowd she found herself in had drowned anything else out.
Entertainment
returned home, where she began planning for tonight’s endeavor. She polished
her blades, and checked her pistols. She wasn’t sure what to expect, and
prepared for going to work. After a couple of hours her intercom gave a loud
buzzing noise. She found it strange that someone was ringing her apartment,
since only a couple of people knew where she lived. She decided it was probably
a mistake and ignored it. After a moment the buzzing died down, and she felt
strangely relieved.
She decided to pay it no mind, and
refocused her thoughts about the different armaments she had laid out. After a
minute she began thinking about Falchion and how curious he was. He would shift
from polite and playful one minute, and the next become professional and
business orientated. Entertainment was amazed by his ability to switch off his emotions
seemingly at a moment’s notice for someone so young. He couldn’t have been more
than twenty she thought.
As
she continued thinking about Falchion, there came a light tap from her windows.
Her windows had been painted shoddily by the last tenant, white to give cover
from the outside world and brighten the dark apartment. She hesitantly moved to
the windows, and pressed her back against the wall. Through small specks in the
paint, she peered on the outside world. She was sure she had heard a tapping
noise come from her windows, but now all she saw was a dangling rope less than
half a meter from her building.
She stood pressed against the wall for a
few minutes, completely tensed, waiting for something to happen. The rusty
metallic fire escape let out a creak, that Entertainment barely heard. The
creak could’ve been just a simple sound of age, but for Entertainment it was
the sound of weight being added to ancient metal contraption.
Another tap came from the window, this time
it was more audible and sounded like metal on glass. Entertainment thought she
could tell where the tapping had come from. She felt if she needed too, she
could have pinpointed an attack through the window to hit this invisible
assassin. Before she could act, a strange noise came through the window softly.
She pressed as close as she dared to the window, her breathing tight and
controlled.
“E, it’s me, its Falchion,” she heard
barely through the glass. His voice was so hushed, and partially muffled
through the glass. Entertainment stumbled back from the wall, and bumped into a
small table. “Can you let me in?” His voice was slightly louder, but still
muffled coming through the glass.
Entertainment fumbled quickly with the
window, sliding it open as best she could. It had been many years since anyone
had opened the windows in her apartment, and the paint didn’t help trying to
open them. She managed to open the window half way, before Falchion said,
“that’s good enough.”
A minute had passed and Entertainment
wondered if Falchion had climbed through the half open window. She saw nothing,
nor could hear anything. Just as she began moving to look out the window, it
began closing on its own. She stared at it in a state of disbelief, she had
heard about a technology that helped render people nearly invisible, but had
never seen it in person. As far as she could tell Falchion was invisible, and
on top of being invisible to sight, he made no sound, unless he talked.
The more she thought about Falchion, she
realized in the small time they had been working together, he had never made a
physical sound. It was a minute aspect to his physical nature, and she hadn’t
really paid it any mind. Now as she tried to examine his invisible form, she
noticed that he didn’t make any noise, and it became disturbingly evident.
Once the window had fully closed and the
latch re-adjusted itself, Falchion appeared standing, smiling by the window.
His brown locks were mussed from being under the conforming hood of his armor.
Entertainment could detect a faint amount of perspiration on his forehead.
“Sorry about, dropping by unannounced, but
I didn’t know how else to get a hold of you,” Falchion’s voice was polite and
almost sheepish. He shifted slightly uncomfortably. Entertainment smiled a
little a bit, at this hardened mercenary standing in her living room feeling
squeamish.
He felt the pressure of the situation, an
uncomfortable silence hanging in the air around him, in his throat and gave a
hard swallow. “Um, yeah.” He scratched his forehead as he continued, “I got
done early, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go get drinks or something.”
He tried to sound confident and calm, but Entertainment detected his voice
betraying him.
She took the opportunity, to make him sweat
it a little. She shifted her hips and leaned back onto the wall, “I dunno, I
mean drinks with you?” Entertainment shot a glance at Falchion, who had shifted
his eyes to the floor. She had to hold in a laugh at his discomfort.
Seeing
she had caused a little more awkwardness than intended she quickly switched to
friendly, “I mean, that’d be cool and all, but we’re supposed to meet Popular
and Shikkon tonight.” She had given him another small smile, a small tacit
apology, something she was not accustomed too.
He looked up from the floor, his eyes had
returned to the bustling, sparkling green of her eyes, “That’s no problem, we
can just hangout at The Diamond until it’s time.” His voice was upbeat and
sure, he was un-assumedly taking control of the situation, just like with the
group, it was something magical about him. “Let’s just make sure that we’re all
set to go,” Falchion commented half to himself and half to her. Entertainment
gave an acknowledging nod, and looked him over. He was definitely ready to go,
and as always seemed dressed as a tactical special ops member, than the young
kid he was.
“I was just getting some drek together,
before you surprised me, Falchion. If you give me a moment, I can put on
something to wear for our “date”.” She turned as she finished talking, and headed
into the adjacent bedroom. She left the door slightly ajar, so she could
continue talking to him, and maybe give him a show. She had been all smiles
since he had arrived and decided he was cutest when he was nervous or feeling
out of place as he was now.
She returned to the living room a few
moments later dressed in an elegant evening gown. Falchion was rubbing the back
of his hair looking at the floor. He was unsure how to respond to her comments,
and as he looked up at her, he quickly averted his eyes. “Do you like it?” She
said with feint innocence, fully knowing that he enjoyed her outfit.
He gave her a quick glance as he responded,
“Yeah, you look great.” He had barely managed to get it out, his voice almost
breaking, something that hadn’t happened to him in a few years. He gave her a
strained smile the stress of the situation was not something he was used too.
He was used to high-pressure situations, and at that moment he would have
rather been facing a troll with an assault cannon.
Her voice became dipped with honey,
“Falchion, are you,” a pause in her voice, only adding to her torture of him, “blushing?”
She gave him a wicked smile, at her emphasis. He just kept his head down, and
moved to the door. A meek and weak voice came from Falchion as he spoke,
“no..”. His eyes glued to the floor in front of him, as his hand found the
locks on the door, and undid them.
She smiled as she crossed the floor to her
arrangement of gear she had spread out before. As she bent over the pick them
up, she couldn’t help but make a small display out of it. She meticulously
gathered her things, and packed them into her handbag. She didn’t realize it,
but Falchion did. He noticed that she looked very similar to the last time they
went to The Diamond. Except for her purple wig and her dress was longer, she
looked very similar to the first excursion to The Diamond.
She walked to the door, and nodded smiling
to Falchion. He had opened the door for her, and stood waiting for her to pass
through it. She continued smiling, and waved at him to pass through. It was a
polite gesture, but she wanted to lock the door. He seemed to understand and
walked out hurriedly in front of her. She gave a quick glance at him as he
walked in front of her. She locked her apartment door, and nearly laughed at
the thought of the awkward feelings she had stirred in him.
She followed him out of the apartment
building. The walk took a while since he had parked several blocks away. It was
nice to just walk with him, even if it was silent and dreary. They finally
reached his bike, which Entertainment noticed was a heavily modified combat
bike. Except for the navy blue color it looked like something from the past.
Falchion glanced around them as he grabbed
a coat out of the seat of his bike. He unfolded it and handed it to
Entertainment, “It might get a little cold, with your dress.” She gladly took
it and put it on. She hadn’t realized the weather before she decided what to
wear for the evening. He climbed on, and padded the seat behind him for her to
sit. Once she was on, and she had secured herself behind him by wrapping her
arms around him, the bike gave a quick roar and they were off into the humdrum
of city life. The bike, like its owner moved with surprising acrobatic fluidity
through traffic with a deft ease that Entertainment had not experience on a
motorized vehicle. She could feel the wind nipping at them as they drove; it
was cold, but exhilarating.
Entertainment noticed that Falchion had
taken a longer route to The Diamond than was necessary. Instead of going
directly to The Diamond he weaved in and out of traffic, and looped several
blocks around The Diamond. Finally he parked a few blocks away, and explained
his actions. “I’ve been feeling like someone’s following us, ever since the Simon
job,” he looked very serious in the shadowed alleyway. “I’m not sure if it’s
the sniper I saw, or something else.” As he finished he quickly glanced around.
“You go ahead to The Diamond; I’m going to give a quick scan of the area, and
it’ll be better if we’re not seen walking together into the club.” Before
Entertainment could protest, he had vanished from sight and she could no longer
tell where he was.
Deciding not to question Falchion, even if
she could, she walked towards The Diamond. Her stride was relaxed and strong. No
one would have guessed that she was feeling slightly paranoid from Falchion’s
words. Only the most astute observer would have noticed her subtle glances
around, surveying her immediate environment. No one troubled her, save for those
glances, as she walked to The Diamond. Even the bouncers didn’t pay her much
mind, as she walked passed them into the club.
Once
Falchion had been rendered invisible from sight he began scaling a nearby
building. If someone could have seen him, they might have confused him with
some sort of spider like creature. Using his own blend of acrobatics, and the
enhancements he had received, he quickly and silently reached the top of the
building.
He perched himself atop the ledge of the
smaller brick building, and peered out onto the city streets below. He was no
stranger to heights, and began to move from building to building. He would stop
at each ledge to look around, observing the area with a spider’s perspective.
He was seeking for a clue, a hint of the presence he felt around him. He
usually wasn’t paranoid, and often his intuitions were correct. No matter how
many times he thought about it, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being
followed.
As he neared The Diamond, he hadn’t found a
trace, or instance, of anyone following Entertainment. As he stood on the ledge
of the building across the street from The Diamond, he let out a small sigh. He
leaned over the several stories and looked down. He could see the crowds on the
street below bustling, but no sign of anyone or anything giving pursuit. He
took one last look around the canopy of city, cracked his neck and dove off the
building.
If someone had been watching him, they
would have seen glimpses of a blurry image shifting, as Falchion fell to the
street below. As the wind soared by him, he felt a bit of relief in his
plummet. A small twist of his body, and a pull on his muscles, he grabbed a
hold of a light pole. Using the momentum of the fall, he swung himself around
it till he gained control over his body. He let himself feel the freedom of the
spin, but the light creaking of the pole quickly brought him back to the task
at hand.
He
climbed onto the top of the lamppost and crouched holding loosely to the bar
below him. He looked below him, and studied the different patrons passing
directly below him, waiting in line to get into The Diamond. The blur that had
flown through the air above them like a sparrow, had vanished again,
re-immersing itself back into the surroundings.
He made an effortless aerial twist off the streetlight, and silently
landed on the marquee overhang of The Diamond, it was only another light creak
of the metal taking on his additional weight that would have given his presence
away.
He
waited for the opportune moment to swing over the bouncers. He thought to
himself that he could’ve just entered through another entrance, but he wanted
to test his skills; keep himself sharp. He heard the door swing open, and he
took his chance. His every motion swift and agile, he contorted his body upward,
then flung himself down tightly gripping the overhanging precipice.
The
bouncer closest to the door, looked up, and then behind him, feeling bewildered.
He had felt a gush of wind, but saw no sign of any cause. His attentions
shortly returned to the crowd of people in front of the club waiting to get in,
and he continued without a second thought to the rush of wind.
Once
Falchion was inside and managed to get into a bathroom stall, he reappeared and
removed a small pack that had been attached to his back. He quickly changed
into less conspicuous attire, and neatly packed his tactical gear into the
small pack. He mussed his hair a little, and straightened it out, running his
fingers through his chin length brown locks.
He
looked down at his “normal” looking attire and breathed a little. He patted
down his jacket attempting to remove the wrinkles to no avail. He left the top
button on his shirt open, and tried to crease his slacks. He could still feel
the hard metal pressed against the small of his back, and the pulsing through
his veins. While his appearance was subtle and inconspicuous he still carried
weapons on him, a blade, and five distinct rings seemingly permanently attached
to him. He didn’t expect much, but wanted to be ready in case something did
happen. You never could be too careful in this line of work.
He
gave up trying to fix his appearance any further and slid the pack back on. It
was a strange appearance, this floppy, wrinkled young adult walking out of the
bathroom. He looked like an art student just taking an afternoon off for
clubbing, but it was a stark contrast to the rich and elite that permeated the
rest of the club. Falchion made his way towards the bar in hopes that
Entertainment awaited him there. He received a few looks, some of them seemed
rather unpleasant, but he paid them no mind. Those people were too concerned
with stereotypes for Falchion. He had other things on his mind than ignorance
and stupidity.
It
only took Falchion a few minutes of searching before he found Entertainment.
Despite being mid-afternoon, mid-week, The Diamond had a small crowd.
Entertainment noted that the club always seemed to have business in it, but she
admitted that she had only been inside a couple of times. They sat for an hour
conversing and sipping on a few drinks. After a while Entertainment suggest
they move to the second floor, so they would be in prime position to continue
drinking, and be ready for a meeting. Falchion thought it might be a bit
premature, since they still had over four hours before they were supposed to
meet with Shikkon and Mr. Popular.
Either
way he found himself sitting at the small bar on the second floor, with several
empty glasses in front of him. Entertainment too had several empty glasses in
front of her, and both of them still sat upright and conversing, their words
not even beginning to slur.
“You
know, if I didn’t know any better I would never guess you were an elf, the way
you carry yourself, and being a decent drinker,” although Falchion’s words
weren’t slurred his comment suggested he was feeling the effects of the drinks
in his system.
Entertainment
just shrugged off the slightly racist comment and playfully poked back, “And you
drink pretty well for a kid and a human.”
A grin had creased her glossed lips. Her words fell almost completely on deaf
ears as Falchion, mesmerized, stared at her glowing persona. Quickly realizing
he was staring, he turned his gaze distantly to the bar. Falchion had begun to
zone out of the room, his perceptions gazing elsewhere entirely.
His
words were far away, and monotone, “Not human; my mother was a human, and my
dad was a dwarf.” He blinked hard and came back to reality, turning to look at
Entertainment as he downed another drink. Entertainment was taken aback, she
hadn’t seen it before, but she noticed his slightly pointed ears, and his
physical features were stout and defined. She had gotten close looks at him
before, but it wasn’t until his words that she noticed more closely his
heritage.
“No
wonder,” was all Entertainment could manage as she stared at the dozen empty
glasses sitting in front of Falchion. She gave a slight hiccup from the liquid
coursing through her veins. A light chuckle came from Falchion as he smiled at
her. She ignored him and finished her drink.
“Alright,
how ‘bout a little drinking contest, then?” Entertainment asked as she turned
slyly. Falchion grinned a little and with a look of curiosity, “You think you
can keep up with me?” His face had almost lit into a full smile. “A mere dwarf?” Both of them had forgone any
subtly and let out mischievous looks. Falchion looked at a small digital
display on his wrist, “We’ve still got a couple of hours before the meeting,
let’s go.” The bartender overhearing them, filled fresh shot glasses in front
of them. Falchion stared at Entertainment who returned the look; each of them
had locked into a friendly contest of wills. To be settled by a test of
stamina.
Falchion
opened his eyes, and found himself confused. It took a moment for his eyes to
settle and distinguish what he was looking at, but soon he realized he was
staring at a ceiling. He found this even more confusing because he was unsure
as to why he was staring at a ceiling. Furthermore he realized he had to be at
a meeting with Shikkon, and Mr. Popular. It was then that he felt the soft
cushion of a pillow under his head, and was utterly perplexed. He had gone to
the club to meet about the latest run, and he was now laying down looking up at
a ceiling.
He
sat up to find out he had been placed on a couch, or at least he assumed he had
been placed there because he had been sitting at a bar with Entertainment.
Entertainment it seemed had sprawled herself all over, and upside down, on
another couch adjacent from the couch he found himself sitting on. He gave a
glance to either side of him, trying to recollect his bearings and thoughts.
A
strong pulse hit him in the head, and he had to sit back as not to fall over.
He gave a couple of blinks and looked down, it appeared that quite a mess had
been made. His shirt and pants were covered in various wet substances, which he
could only assume as different bodily fluids, and Falchion let out a sigh.
He
stripped off his dirty clothes, and began removing different straps and gear
from his pack. He slid into his sleek blue form-fitting body armor, and
fastened the belts and buckles adorned over his body. He re-adjusted the knife
at the small of his back, and looked things over. His head was pulsing, but he
was fully dressed and ready to go. He wobbled a bit, as he moved towards
Entertainment, and stood still. The effects of alcohol still coursing through
him, he reached into his pack and pulled out a small patch and stuck it to his
neck. His senses that were dulled now sparked to life, and he twitched slightly
with a shudder of his nerves and muscles. Ah stimpacks he thought to himself,
what glorious technology.
As
he crouched over Entertainment, he noticed she too was covered in similar
fluids and particles of what could have been food. Her light makeup was
streaked down her face and her short hair tussled. He grabbed her shoulder and
shook her gently, “Entertainment, wake up.” He kept his voice calm and soothing
so as not to startle her.
Her
eyes gave a flutter and looked sleepily and dazed at him. “Whu?” She managed to
mumble. “What’s going on? Didn’t you have fun?” He choked back a laugh, as she
was still out of it. “E, we’ve got to go, I think we’re really late,” he
glanced at the digital display at his wrist, and nodded. “Yep, really
late.”
Entertainment wobbly sat up on the couch
holding her head as if bracing against an unseen force. Falchion could only
empathize with her as he had just undergone the feeling seconds ago. He pulled
another small patch out, and offered it to her. She silently disregarded it,
and began undressing. Falchion stumbled back and quickly turned stashing away
the patch back into his pack.
After a minute she gave him a tap him on
the shoulder, and gave him a raised eyebrow and a nod. They left the secluded
room together in tacit acknowledgement of each other. As they reached the door
leading out of the second floor a voice called out to them from across the
room. “Boss told me to tell you two, that he went ahead to scout out a
location, whatever that means.” The bartender who had been serving them drinks
was walking up to them.
Falchion
looked at him questioningly, “How long ago, did he leave?” The bartender
focused his attention on Falchion, “He disappeared into the room you just
walked out of about two hours ago; he left with someone who always seems to be
following the boss around half an hour later.” Falchion and Entertainment
glanced at each other, and Falchion turned back to the bartender. “Thanks
chummer, you’ve been really helpful. Falchion pulled his pack in front of him,
and fished around in it for a moment. The bartender bowed graciously, and
walked back to the bar.
Falchion
pulled out a piece of paper from the pack, and walked over to the bar. “I’ll
give my compliments to your boss, this is for you,” Falchion said as he placed
the paper on the bar. He gave a small nod to the bartender and left out the
door with Entertainment. The bartender picked up the piece of paper, and was
surprised to see it. The polite young man had left a paper tip of money for
him, a ten thousand yen note, a strange occurrence in this day and age.
As
Falchion and Entertainment mounted his sports bike he looked over his shoulder,
“You ready? We’ve got to make up for lost time.” Entertainment held onto him
snuggly and gave a nod. The bike gave a roar, and they vanished into the night
heading for a destination Falchion hadn’t physically been in years, the Redmond
Barrens, and to the home of an old man named Falchion.
Name: Mason “Entertainment” Tritt
Height: 6 ft. (182.88 cm)
Weight:
145 lb. (65.9 kg)
Age: 40
Likes: 20th Century pop-cultue, playing dress up,
and talented people
Dislikes:
Yakuza (and by mental association
most Japanese), drinking games, and Stuffer Shacks
Archtype: Physical Adept
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Editor's Note: Mason "Entertainment" Tritt was initially created by Nate Rainey, with revision and editing done by this blog's author Benjamin Weisman.
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