The Calm; Elegant
Apr 29, 2020 18:57:17 GMT -5
Post by charade on Apr 29, 2020 18:57:17 GMT -5
Sebastian Rothul
At least thirty percent of the peacekeeper reserves had been mobilized if the latest reports were correct.
Thirty percent? It was unheard of; if the numbers were accurate. Sebastian had to take everything with a grain of salt as any and all information that came across his way was second hand at best and unsubstantiated rumors at worst. Something big had happened, that much was certain. Good money was on the middle districts, but he’d everything from district eleven setting their fields afire to a power plant exploding in district five. There was a signal one of his boys had managed to pick up that said there’d been a textile factory collapse in district eight, but he wasn’t sure how trustworthy Pirate Radio was.
In any case, he aimed to change that.
The kid in front of him was younger than he had anticipated, but then, specialists were getting younger all the time. He supposed the constant threat of death and suffering had a way of making people grow up fast. Still, he mused, when he had been seventeen he’d been one of the street rats. No skills beyond a mind for leadership and muscles to spare. But that was fine. You were never too young to play in the big leagues.
As long as you were prepared to lose like you were in the big leagues too.
They were in one of the backrooms of the brothel. The one Sebastian used for actual business. Two members of his gang standing to either side of his desk. There was another outside the door. It wasn’t furnished the fanciest, but everything was solid. Normally, he’d offer a prospective freelancer a discount on the services in the front of house, but he looked a bit young for that. Sebastian studied him carefully.
There’d been enough silence.
“Word on the grapevine is that you can crack any code, pick any lock. Electronic and otherwise. If that’s true, I’ve got a job for you.” Sebastian motioned with his head and one of his foot soldiers stepped forward, depositing a small sack on the table between them. “You get half now, and half when the job is done. I trust that will be enough.” Alright, Sebastian thought. That was the carrot. Now for the stick. “Try to screw me over in any way, or fail to deliver and there won’t be enough of you left to fill a matchbox. Just so we’re clear.”
Sebastian leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together on the table.
“Now that that’s out of the way, do you have any questions? Or are you ready for the job?”