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."

[justplainfolk]

Kincaid snorted, moving away from the wall with a bored expression on his face. "Right, right. I've heard this before."

Although his eyes didn't reveal any curiosity or surprise, the statement about "discretion" seemed odd. Nicodemus may have been subtle but many of his fellow fallen were not, and if this man, this angel, wanted someone outright killed than he must have been working on his own. "You're going to have to tell me more than that if you want the job done."

[hatsandespresso]

His eyes narrowed. "All you need to know is that I need Jennifer Walters dead. Consider it a bonus if you can find out what was inside the box she and the others retrieved a few weeks back."

[justplainfolk]

Kincaid was amused - more by the fact that there was obviously a vendetta between the angel and this Jennifer. It wasn't his business to pry though - as long as the angel paid a fair price, then he had no qualms about it.

"Only thing is if you screw me over with the price, what sort of retribution is in it for me?" he questioned. "Like I said, there's a reason I don't fuck with Nicodemus's crew."

And he figured there were better ways to go about finding the box than killing people. Waste of bullets and time.

[hatsandespresso]

A small quirk of a smile. "You have my word. This is...considerably more personal than anything Nicodemus must pull."

[justplainfolk]

"Didn't know fallen angels hired assassins to take care of people they didn't like," Kincaid drawled, an eyebrow lazily drifting upwards. He sensed something was not quite right about this whole thing. "You're going to need a better cover story."

[hatsandespresso]

"I don't like guns."

And this was said with so much of Neal's intrinsic charm that it was probably hard to tell whether or not he was joking. After a moment though, the mood shifted and he shrugged carelessly, looking suddenly as if he needed to be elsewhere awhile ago. "Second Accords. We can't kill anyone."

[justplainfolk]

He snorted. "I'm sure that's your reason."

The last part grabbed his attention though. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the cool wall of the train station, eyes glittering dangerously in the darkness. "Any relation to the Unseelie Accords?"

[hatsandespresso]

"None whatsoever." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, turning his body just slightly away from the mercenary. "It's..." He trailed off and then waved his hand, as if he had lost his thought. "Unimportant. I just can't bypass them."

[justplainfolk]

"For someone who's been around for at least two millennia, you're a godawful liar," Kincaid remarked dryly. "What's got you so goddamned spooked anyway? Didn't think there was much in the world that could put a leash on a fallen angel."

[hatsandespresso]

"It's the rules of this place," he spat out angrily, hands balling into fists. "I have lived for far too long to have anything short of my Father scare me. But there's something that keeps us all from doing just whatever we need to, those damn Accords..." He stopped again, narrowing his eyes. "Just do it. Kill the girl, get the box."

[justplainfolk]

Now that was interesting. The only outward reaction Kincaid showed to the news was a slight lift of his eyebrow, but other than that, he seemed to take the outburst in stride.

"Fine. I'll see what I can do."