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Author: nameless
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VI – Back to work
The guards had me taken care of since I had help subdue the intruders, some of them even joking at how good of a guard I would be. It was the first time in years I had seen an ogre, and it reminded me of the night I met the monk. Just thinking about him filled me with rage; I couldn’t believe I had fallen for his act. I would never trust another again.
As they healed me I was informed that the cut on my face would leave a scar that would probably be permanent. I shrugged the comment off as I looked at it in the mirror. I guess his arms must have swayed as the scar curved up slightly to the right from the top of my cheekbone, and after maybe an inch curved down left all the way to the side of my chin.
When they asked for a name for the records I just told them scar with a smile. After all the monk did live up to one thing, he did give me a name…
After I was healed they sent me on my way, and with the shop burnt down and no money to pay for the apartment I was again forced back to my old life where I hid around the Beggar’s Court, sneaking into the other districts to steal and mug whenever I needed any food.
Knowing how to cook my own food was a plus, trying to get legitimate jobs to pay for a place to stay, but I always came back to the illegitimate. ‘Scar’ had become well known on the underground able to do the most ruthless of jobs needed as long as the money was good.
“Ah it’s the famous scar!” The dark elf came through the double doors of his large office out into the hallway where I stood. He wore fancy leather armor and greeted me with a smile and a handshake, his cold dark skin feeling quite unpleasant. “You know who I am correct?” He asked after leading me into his office and offering me a seat.
I nodded. “Yes.” He was a leader of one of the biggest black market operations Freeport had ever seen. He was one of the militia’s most wanted, and in fact the only reason he hadn’t been caught most likely was a deal that he had with Lucan to share his profits. Of course that was just a rumor that floated around.
“Do you know why I’ve called you here?”
“No.”
He smiled looking at my scar. “Well scar you’ve become quite a name in the underworld, which is rare for someone so young.”
“And you need me to do something for you.”
He nodded his smile keeping. “Yes, you are a bright young man as well aren’t you?”
“I’ve been told so.” I said keeping calm, even though I was uncomfortable in such a fancy place. “What is it you want?”
“Well I’ve been having some trouble with the Freeport Militia recently. They came across a shipment of goods from Qeynos and have confiscated it.” He paused and stood up walking closer. “I’m sure you’ve heard rumors of a deal between me and Mr. D’Lere?”
I nodded. “It’s going around.”
“Well it’s true.” He said smugly. “But the militia, while of course always true to Lucan will sometimes do things under the radar if it can get them a quick profit. They have their loyalties to Lucan, and they have their loyalties to themselves you understand.”
I nodded. “They plan to pawn off what they can without even letting Lucan know of the confiscation, and while I could go to him directly and work something out it would be such a hassle when the result would be obvious. Officially he sides with his militia not me, and he would confiscate it himself anyway...so either way I lose.”
“Unless of course you hire someone to go in there and steal it back for you.”
He laughed. “Exactly, the only problem is there are few people who would take that kind of risk.”
“No kidding.” I said with a smile sitting forward. “What is it I’ll get for doing this?” He nodded with a smile reaching into his pocket and pulling out two platinum coins, softly placing them on his desk.
“Have you ever seen a platinum coin before?” He asked seeing me eyeing them.
“I don’t’ like your presumptions.”
He laughed holding up his hands. “Fair enough.” He paused. “So what is your answer?”
I thought for a minute. “Well how big is this shipment I have to get? If this place is heavily guarded it will be hard enough to get in without having to worry about bringing a whole shipment back out.”
He walked back around his desk sitting down pulling out a scroll and looking it over. “They are holding it a local guard tower in Big Ben. The ogres there will be tough to get past, but if you do accept I will have a few people waiting behind the tower to bring the shipment back.
If my information is correct, which it usually is then they have it held up in a storage room in the back, just one hallway away from the side exit here.” He pointed to the map and I saw a layout of the building. The side door was very close to the storage cell.
“The bad news is the side door is securely locked from the inside, it is a door there only for the quick movement of their loot, and will not open from the outside. It is most likely guarded as well.
You will have to go in the front and make your way to the back, open the back door and let my guys get the shipment out…and for that you get two platinum.”
I thought for a minute fingering my scar. “Ok, I’ll do it.”
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