Flynn's Shield @frankel @ani
Dec 18, 2015 21:21:11 GMT -5
Post by troylus on Dec 18, 2015 21:21:11 GMT -5
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Flynn leaned nonchalantly against a tree, admiring the stone arch of the Peacekeeper Training Academy. He chuckled at the irony of meeting his contact here under those austere words, engraved in the stone, "To Defend Panem Against All Enemies." Well, Flynn worked hard and maintained a thriving business, so perhaps that was worth defending? Or did it rather spoil matters that he was the head of a criminal organisation that smuggled, bribed and coerced their way into power?
He desperately wanted to scratch his eye under the patch he was wearing, but he was used to ignoring his basic bodily needs when it suited him. It was best if no one here saw he had two perfectly normal eyes under the eye patch. Some of them might even be suspicious, what with all of that training they went through to spot criminals.
It might have seemed an odd place to wait for someone, considering Flynn's line of work, but he was a strong believer in hiding in plain sight, rather than skulking around appearing guilty. The man he waited for was well known to him, and trusted, as far as Flynn was capable of trusting anyone, especially a peacekeeper. The years had formed an alliance between them though, and Flynn felt the comfort of his knowledge of some of this particular peacekeeper's dirty little secrets. If he went to betray Flynn the weight of the secrets and all of these years of assisting Flynn to break the law, should deter him. It might even go worse for the peacekeeper than Flynn himself, and he liked that insurance policy.
Flynn saw his contact leaving the Academy in his crisp white uniform. Flynn didn't wave, just waited a few moments to be sure the man had seen him and then he strolled casually back into the street. He didn't look back, he knew that the man would meet him at the local pub if he was able to. Sometimes it was imprudent to meet, and Flynn's trust and respect for the man grew when he showed he was capable of assessing the risk and acting accordingly.
The pub was smokey and poorly lit, full of dark corners where people could meet without fear of being recognised. Flynn gave the bartender a curt nod, and he nodded back with a shaky nervous smile. The fool probably thought Flynn was here to collect his protection money early. Flynn didn't bother with doing that sort of thing in person here anymore. The pub owner was well and truly under his control, so he let his obedient minions do that tedious task for him.
Flynn held up two fingers to the bartender, before slipping into a booth in the darkest corner of the pub. It was one that Flynn knew didn't have hidden places for people to eavesdrop on the conversation. Even so, he scanned the dirty table and benches looking for any alterations.
The waitress brought two large mugs of dark ale, and placed them gingerly on the table, her hands shaking slightly at being so close to Flynn. That made him feel good. He liked inspiring fear in people without even knowing who they were. It made him feel powerful. She started to ask if he wanted anything else, but Flynn spotted the familiar well combed hair of his contact and shooed the woman away.
Flynn smiled in greeting, showing a lot of teeth, rather like a shark. "Rutter. Take a seat, have a drink. It's good to see you."