//All The Right Moves// [GreenBeads]

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I can't say I knew where I was going, but I sure as hell wasn't lost. The streets of District 4 winded and turned and twisted and curved more than the fish swimming in the water. It was actually so bad that I wished I never came to this god dammed place. But I needed to find him. I owed him something. It had been so long since we last spoke. In an alleyway in District 8, we exchanged brief words before the whole goddamn task force was on me. I should've suspected that he had something planned. But I always guessed Clayburn never wanted to truly hurt me.

Cassius Clayburn. Peacekeeper of Higher Standing. He'd be the person I'd be dying to kill. The person who I'd dream of stabbing my serrated knife into his throat, pulling the jugular vein out with one solid motion. Graphic, yes. What I want? No. Cassius was friend. He was not enemy. Off limits for my killing spree. We go further back than most people would think. Why would a big officer be friendly with a huge criminal. Nobody ever knew. Well, then again, not many people knew we still communicated, even if the meetings ended with a few deaths, thanks to my trusty knife or pistol.

Said gun suddenly feels heavy under my jacket. I received it a while ago, before the incident. My medical team that dealt with me after the accident told me to not think about it, but what's the fun in that? It was a normal day in the office. I was a Peacekeeper, one of those filthy dogs I hate today. Something snapped in me though. And by the end of the day, there was a cleanup needed on aisle 'lobby'. Now that I think about it, there must've been a few days needed to clean up all that blood. Damn. You're welcome?

He could've killed me though. I locked eyes with Clayburn just before leaving, giving him one last look of happiness. Last one I gave for a long while. Other than with Bear of course. He must've wanted to come, to meet this guy who was such a huge part of my history, but not with his criminal habits being large too. I couldn't risk having Bear booked. So, I went alone. The huge office of the District Four Peacekeepers rose above me, sending a shadow across a lot of the District. I made my way to the door, pressing the button to activate the microphone. "Darren Marks. I'm here to see Mr. Cassius Clayburn."

I quickly fixed my nose. I had remaining supplies to build some fake skin, and enough animal hair to make a wig. It was something I learned in District 8, a great way to change myself. Darren Marks was from District 6, somebody I killed right before leaving. I stole his look, his name, his house, his everything. Probably his girlfriend when I get back too. When I look him, she'll easily be fooled. And hopefully the officers will be too.

The door opens, a buzzer going off. The words 'step through' begin to glow above the opening, obviously something built by District 3. I make my way through, and am immediately asked for fingerprints. Thank god for new technology. I quickly fumble in my pocket, pressing a button on the little remote in my pocket. The finger print machine starts beeping, accepting me. The radio jammer in my pocket vibrates slightly in victory. I grin. Then, I'm lead right to his office, like I'm VIP or something. They open the door, giving me a slight shove in.

"Hello Cass."

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Clayburn, Cassius

The stupidity of the Peacekeeper force surprised Cassius some times. He was looking at the center monitor in his pyramid of screens to the right of his desk. Someone by the name of "Darren Marks" was here to see him, evidentially this man took the game of "got your nose" a little to seriously. He kept adjusting his like it was a knob on a machine.

Clayburn leaned back, crossing her feet on top of his desk, watching to see how far "Darren Marks" got in the building. For some reason they let him inside, however when the fingerprint scanner popped up he reached into his pocket and the scanner beeped happily, letting him pass. Cassius sat up straight, leaning over to get a closer look at Mr. Marks. The Peacekeeper couldn't help but release a chuckle that soon formed into full fledged laughter.

The kid was back. Cassius had to give him some credit, he got past a fingerprint scanner after all. He glanced at the monitor that showed what the camera outside of his office was looking at. The kid was almost at Cassius' door, so like any Peacekeeper who had a reputation to keep up, he quickly grabbed a file stamped TOP SECRET and swung his feet back up n the desk. Power with ease, that was the look he was going for.

When he came in, Cassius didn't even look up. Hello Cass.

"I'm not your bitch, Lane, my name is Clayburn," Oh, how long it has been since he'd seen him. Still alive and in one piece at first glance. The only question that hovered over Cassius was Why is he here now?

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I grin. Still got words like ice, do you Cassius? I watch the way his eyes move, seeming to avoid meeting with my eyes. Is that fear, or just disrespect? "Come on Cassius. You know I'm here for something important. Let me just joke around for a while. We used to be best friends and now I only see you once every year or so." I smile, making my way over to his desk. I reach into my jacket, pulling out a paper folder of files. I remove my nose with the other hand, putting it into my pocket.

Placing the file on the desk, I open it up. "Dean Marks. He lives not far from here, just on the corner of the road to the docks. He has about twenty pounds of drugs in his bedroom alone. Don't ask me how it got there, I was in District 6. However, his sales affect me and I want him gone. Now, I could've just killed him but I thought I'd visit an old buddy. What do you say? Want to pretend like it's the old times?" I smile, pushing the file forward so Cassius can see.

"Don't try and lie. I know you want to."




[[OOC : : Sorry for the short post. No muse.]]

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Clayburn, Cassius

Damn it. Cassius tried to ignore the file Lane plopped on his desk, but his curiosity was winning out. Lane pushed the file farther over, forcing Cassius to look at it. "What do you say? Want to pretend like it's the old times?"

Hell yeah he wants it to be like the old days, but Cassius had been skating on thin ice recently. A new recruit was looking into Clayburn's background and Cassius had promised himself to act "normal" for a couple of days to ensure his reputation with the new guy. Completely fresh, still wet behind the ears from training.

Cassius looked at the file then raised his gaze to Lane who had removed his fake nose. That face, he remembered when it wasn't so old looking. Cassius didn't even want to know how ancient he looked. "Don't try and lie. I know you want to."

Clayburn gave a sigh, throwing away his prop folder and looking up at Lane. "Sit," He gestured to the simple metal chair on the other side of the polished wood desk. The cold white walls contrasted with Lane's generally red hot aura. Cassius sat up right in his chair, his mother would have been proud, and folded his hands in his lap.

"So, what's the job?" Cassius said, trying to remember the last time he had seen Lane. Clayburn's memory wasn't getting any better and it was becoming harder and harder to remember the pair's las encounter. Whenever it was, someone probably ended up dead.

OOC: sorry for the lateness and crapness Dx