prologue ♔ it leads to an article of imminent death

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ Vesuvius- Sufjan Stevens

WHO || Alec, Anastacia, Luthir, Solace, Edain
WHAT || Alec meet the Knights
WHERE || Bath, England
WHEN || Backdated to sometime in late April
HOW || Actionspam

A job was a job, but this one was already shaping up to be out of the ordinary.

The man who'd invited Alec to his small office with intent to purchase his services was a short, squat man who wore a plaid waistcoat, smelled of too many sour cigars, and had merely a few wisps of black hair that had to be portioned out over his bald scalp. He had a nervous habit, and was standing by the window now, tap tap tapping his foot.

"This uh... this isn't going to be like any seeker job you've probably ever taken. Just wanna make that clear right up front."

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Alec glanced around the room, hands very lightly tucked into his pockets as he did so. He had worked for seedier men than this one. A job was a job indeed, even if the client sent unpleasant tingles up his spine.

"As long as you have the money to pay me, I'll get the job done. I have my reputation for a reason. There is very little that still surprises me."

He managed a confident tone, his expression just the safe side of smug. It was always hard on the job. He didn't have all the surety he put forward. Seeking wasn't an easy job, by any stretch. But boy could he talk it up. And he had a good record going.

"So. What do you have for me? I could use a good challenge."

At least he had the reassuring pressure of the Magnum against his side if things with this guy took a turn for the worse.