Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140219023248

The mercenary sat in front of the Battle Chess player, whom was reciting a bunch of useless bullshit he didn't care about. He'd already read over the contract for loopholes. Twice. And signed it.

Seriously, this man could not shut up.

"Of course, you'll be expected to keep her on a tight reign." With that, he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't keep people on leashes."

The man looked affronted that the Mercenary would dare disagree with what he said. With a gesture, the large bodyguard at his side took a step forward. And found a pistol in his face.

"Considering," Winter's near black sapphire eyes were as cold as his namesake, and his tone reeked of condiscention. "That you're hiring me to do your dirty work. I suggest you learn to provide respect for us Mercenaries. After all, we could easily switch over to a contract to kill you." The threat wasn't even subtle. And damn, did it work. The man paled, and backpeddled, spouting that he 'Meant no offense!' and he was 'Only trying to test' Winter.

"Just bring in the protectee. I'd like to know whom I'm watching." His voice was brusque, and his client's eyes narrowed. Winter glared back.

It was no surprise the seventeen year old won. 