Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-25924729-20150822070306

"......and so, the terms have changed. We will now be paying you 35 000 Lien for your services." Lyko smugly informed the man sitting opposite him in the small office.

The smuggler's face had been growing steadily redder as he spoke, and the man finally exploded. "That was NOT the deal! We agreed on 50 grand! 35 is barely enough to cover the costs of the shipment!" The smuggler's henchmen tensed around him, clearly expecting trouble.

Lyko smiled crossed his arms, seemingly in amusement, but subtly also reaching for two knifes hidden near the shoulders of his coat. If anything wen't wrong, they'd be out and ready for combat in an instant, though only an idiot would dare attack a representative of the White Fang.

"It's not my call, the orders came from the higher ups, if you got a problem, talk to them."

The smuggler was clearly unsatisfied, but after considering for a long time, finally responded. "Fine, we'll accept your new terms. The deal takes place 7pm sharp at the docks. Don't be late..." Business done, Lyko got up and walked to the exit himself, leaving the angry smuggler behind. He could've swore he heard the man curse "Stupid mutts...." as he left, but let it slide for now.

Stepping into the street, Lyko exhaled in relief. Now he had all afternoon to wait until 7pm, might as well go sightseeing. He headed to the docks, apparently the center of activity here in the Cove. Lyko noticed a large ship coming into port, and upon closer inspection, found several students he recognized from Beacon.

The faunus spy quickly removed his White Fang mask and stuffed it into a pocket. None of the local Cove's residents cared that a White fang agent was walking around in broad daylight, but in case he was recognized by any Beaconites, it's better they didn't know he was working for their enemies.