Take me to your leader

[homomachinis]

WHO: homomachinis and freedomofreach
WHERE: City Hall
WHEN: Tuesday after lunch ish?
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Take me to your leader
FORMAT: Whatever! Para to start!

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[freedomofreach]

The Negotiator had been here a few weeks, researching, gathering information. It was time to start moving. Jaime Reyes had evidently not warned anyone of his presence, which was his mistake. But that also meant that Jaime Reyes could be dealt with at some other time. Violence attracted attention, and the Negotiator needed more contacts, more power before he could make any sort of move. There were few who had more power than Mayor Hundred

[homomachinis]

The knock on the door was just in time, and Mitchell, comfortable in his office stood and moved to open the door. Smile wide and genuine, he reached out with a hand as it opened.

"Mister Romero, welcome to City Hall," he greeted, the door swinging wide.

He looked... well, like one of any number of delegates and businessmen that came through the office. Perfect and poised. Just the sort that generally came by. Names with little history didn't mean much in the City, after all. Half of the citizenry (not literally, but in terms of influence) had nothing to mention of before arriving. It didn't bother him, and in fact, it was somewhat intriguing.

Mitchell himself, of course, looked like he always did. Black suit and red tie, hair back into the slight curl he'd always cultivated as mayor. He very rarely slicked it back like he'd made a habit of back home. He felt it was too... Washington for the City. At least right now.

[freedomofreach]

He took the hand. He was wearing thin black gloves that helped obscure the fact his hands were cold.

"And I extend my greetings to you, Mayor Hundred," his voice was smooth, with an unusual and untraceable accent, "I thank you for this opportunity to speak with you."

He took in the mayor's appearance. There had been the occasional photograph, but seeing someone in person always gave much more detail. He seemed like an average human. Lighter skinned, short hair, average appearance. The only really notable thing were those markings. He'd have to examine them when it was not rude to stare, so he only took a glance.

[homomachinis]

He lifted his eyebrows, and after the cordial shake, he shut the door, but didn't lock it. Rarely did he actually lock it. He held out a hand for the opposite side of the room where his desk was. There were some comfortable looking chairs, of course.

"Please, feel free to come sit. It's my pleasure. I'm always happy to speak with anyone who wants my ear," he said it, but he was already walking across the room to his desk. His chair looked particularly comfortable, perks of being the mayor, of course. That, and he had his ass parked in it most of the day (and night). The accent was something he hadn't heard before, and he'd heard a lot of accents. Foreign dignitaries had come through often enough when he'd been the Mayor of New York City, especially post 9/11, but even moreso as Vice-President. He couldn't place it.