Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130928221634

The mundane swishing noises of a ceiling fan filled the office. No light shone in the room, except for the minimal glow of a window in dire need of a dusting. A fat man, with an equally fat cigar jointed in the left of his mouth, looked at the young man tiredly. He had a patchy, gray beard, that covered all three of his chins, and a dirty gray comb over, shining with oil.

"You know the drill kid." His voice reminded the boy of someone at a news paper stand. He slid a thick manila envelope towards him. "This is an Observe and Collect mission. All you need to do is figure out where this kid goes when he is a lone, who he is with, and what he does. Getting in a fight is not advised, we know how you are in these sorts of situations."

The boy scratched his purple 5 o'clock shadow, the bristling hairs felt good against his fingertips. He shuffled through the photos. "This is a kid. I don't  take missions on kids."

"This isn't your ordinary kid, Sid. He was trained, is being trained, and is prone to violence, and murder." The fat man coughed, the force rocking his massive jowls. He blew smoke in Sid's face.

Sid threw his head back, purple hair falling to the sides of his face, as the smoke blew past his face, he placed his feet on the man's desk. "Say on your paper, that he was a merc. You have been my client fr a while, you should know I do not do these kind of things."

"He isn't in practice Sid, so technically it doesn't break your rule-" The man began.

"Oh fuck! You and your technicalities Tony," Sid reached for his necklace, clicking a button at the top, a thin, sharp point came out the bottom. "Ok..."

"Ah! What are you-" The fat man struggled to climb out of his wide leather chair.

"Relax Tony, it is just a pen. Now, where do i sign?"

Four Days later...

Sid sat in a rolling chair, feet rested on a window sill. He drew up the blinds.

"Oh, Mr.Myers, call on line seven." His secretary knocked on his door, she was a sweet woman, around thirty years old, blonde hair always curled into a bun, glasses stiff on her face.

"Ok, tell them to hold." Sid hated this job, his handler had connections with the business owner, and when Sid told him it was prime position to spy on Nox, he jumped at getting him the space. He looked out the window. For four days he had waited for the boy to show up at this shop. Nothing fruitful.

He sighed, and reached for the phone, planning yet another conversation where he understood less than half of the words. Just then, a boy with midnight blue streaks in his hair, walked up onto the shop door. That's him. He grabbed his binoculars, he had bugged the place three days prior. 