01-30-2019, 04:01 PM
It had taken a few days, and a mishap at Dorian's estate before he had set up an appointment to meet his pet channeler. His little informant of the Atharim. His traitor. Not that the detective wasn't his own traitor of all sorts. But he'd been true to his word. Not surprising after the death of Abt. The investigation into Vega had ceased after a few words from the right mouths. And with that settled the Detective had sent details.
The boy wanted to meet in a public place. He wanted coffee. All doable, and since Yun wasn't concerned Slav was the only man she brought with her. He sat at a table with in eye shot, but he was not with in hearing distance, that that it mattered he had a listening device planted on Yun. Blackmail was ever so useful.
Dorian had given him a name - Nox Durante. The file associated with the boy were non-existent. He was a ghost. His birth certificate, gun licenses from the US, his CCD identity. All very clean, not even a parking ticket. The only mars on his record were the two CCD registries - the channeler and the Atharim. A man of both worlds. He'd come here to Moscow, gotten into an accident and here he stayed. Why or how that was even possible was not lost on Yun. These Atharim must have powers beyond even her. He was nothing but a boy.
Yun was dressed in a warm parka in an business suit dress. Not uniform. This wasn't about being a cop informant it was purely business related. And she wasn't on the clock. That was later that night. Where her talents were more often needed. Her gun was tucked under the parka in it's leather holster it was a familiar weight, and brought her comfort. The cold hard steel pressed against her ribs.
The waitress came again with her coffee. "Can I get your guest anything?"
Yun looked up at the girl with a soft smile. "I'm early, it will be cold by the time he arrives." Yup picked up her own Chai latte and sipped at it while she got the lay of the land. This was the boy's choice. Why? It was what she was here to figure out an hour early.
The boy wanted to meet in a public place. He wanted coffee. All doable, and since Yun wasn't concerned Slav was the only man she brought with her. He sat at a table with in eye shot, but he was not with in hearing distance, that that it mattered he had a listening device planted on Yun. Blackmail was ever so useful.
Dorian had given him a name - Nox Durante. The file associated with the boy were non-existent. He was a ghost. His birth certificate, gun licenses from the US, his CCD identity. All very clean, not even a parking ticket. The only mars on his record were the two CCD registries - the channeler and the Atharim. A man of both worlds. He'd come here to Moscow, gotten into an accident and here he stayed. Why or how that was even possible was not lost on Yun. These Atharim must have powers beyond even her. He was nothing but a boy.
Yun was dressed in a warm parka in an business suit dress. Not uniform. This wasn't about being a cop informant it was purely business related. And she wasn't on the clock. That was later that night. Where her talents were more often needed. Her gun was tucked under the parka in it's leather holster it was a familiar weight, and brought her comfort. The cold hard steel pressed against her ribs.
The waitress came again with her coffee. "Can I get your guest anything?"
Yun looked up at the girl with a soft smile. "I'm early, it will be cold by the time he arrives." Yup picked up her own Chai latte and sipped at it while she got the lay of the land. This was the boy's choice. Why? It was what she was here to figure out an hour early.