Pleased to meet you / Hope you guessed my name [[ Closed ]]

[hatsandespresso]

Characters: Neal, Kincaid
Time: 3:00am, Tuesday
Location: Union Station
Content: A possessed conman and a scion-turned-mercenary walk into a train station...
Format: Prose
Warnings: None

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[justplainfolk]

"So."

The voice came from immediately to his right - someone was leaning against the far wall, draped in the shadows. How long he had been standing there was anyone's guess, but from the way his eyes were narrowed, it probably didn't matter. Only the slight buckling around the coat said that he most likely had a shoulder rig beneath his jacket, and he was slouched with easy grace of someone who could move very quickly if need be.

"You've got a job for me?"

[hatsandespresso]

He turned at the drawl, meeting the other man's gaze evenly. He wasn't at all unnerved by the assassin's silent appearance - instead, he only nodded by way of greeting.

"We know about your skills." His tone took a dry edge to it. "You've made quite a name for yourself, Hellhound."

[justplainfolk]

Kincaid shrugged. "I don't exactly make it a habit to fall in line with Nicodemus's crew. Bad for business." He waved his hand, as if it were inconsequential. "Get to the point. You must want someone dead and can't do it yourself."

[hatsandespresso]

A brief scowl crossed his face - he knew why Kincaid made it very clear that he was nowhere in league with the fallen angels - but it soon vanished into disgruntled resignation. "Fine." His eyes glittered with barely repressed irritation. "It's not as if I can't - I am one of His creations after all - but there are...rules."

He paused, and then begrudgingly added, "And there's an issue with discretion."