01-29-2024, 02:54 PM
So he'd looked at the dossier of his latest guest. There wasn't much on him. Even the Atharim didn't have much on this guy. He was an American -- young, cute.
Searching for him on the internet had show up even less than the Atharim, except for some edited videos that had a ton of views. Hayden of coursed watched it and was pleasantly surprised and deeply disturbed by it all.
Men who could do magic wasn't unknown, but it still scared the fuck out of him. He had hoped never to meet one of them. He knew they were bad news -- new those sick kids died at Atharim hands. He'd cleaned up a few messes they'd made in the past. But fuck, he never wanted to meet a real one. And what the fuck was he doing working with the Atharim.
He sent Zephyr a respond telling her he'd greeted their guest and that he would stand by for more orders.
It took only a few moments before she responded back Watch his back. Make sure he does his job. Terminate if he fails. The parameters of his job were interlaced in the message he received. This was why they sent him here. Hayden sighed, fucking waste.
Not every man when smiled at smiled back. Not every man flirted in return. At least it would be fun getting to know him. Not a fucking chore like some of the hard cases that came through.
He came down to work and Hayden started making him Godfather of course with a Sebastian House whiskey -- Dad would be proud, even if Ethan was pursuing a House label tequila now. The label would sell well, and Hayden would add it to the top shelf, but the locals liked their IPAs and local brews best.
When Dante showed up Hayden put in an order for fish and chips, give the American a taste of London done proper.
Searching for him on the internet had show up even less than the Atharim, except for some edited videos that had a ton of views. Hayden of coursed watched it and was pleasantly surprised and deeply disturbed by it all.
Men who could do magic wasn't unknown, but it still scared the fuck out of him. He had hoped never to meet one of them. He knew they were bad news -- new those sick kids died at Atharim hands. He'd cleaned up a few messes they'd made in the past. But fuck, he never wanted to meet a real one. And what the fuck was he doing working with the Atharim.
He sent Zephyr a respond telling her he'd greeted their guest and that he would stand by for more orders.
It took only a few moments before she responded back Watch his back. Make sure he does his job. Terminate if he fails. The parameters of his job were interlaced in the message he received. This was why they sent him here. Hayden sighed, fucking waste.
Not every man when smiled at smiled back. Not every man flirted in return. At least it would be fun getting to know him. Not a fucking chore like some of the hard cases that came through.
He came down to work and Hayden started making him Godfather of course with a Sebastian House whiskey -- Dad would be proud, even if Ethan was pursuing a House label tequila now. The label would sell well, and Hayden would add it to the top shelf, but the locals liked their IPAs and local brews best.
When Dante showed up Hayden put in an order for fish and chips, give the American a taste of London done proper.