LD.Inc

[Zephyr]

As the Kingpin made his appearance, he was being watched. From a distance, but not so far as not to be within reach, so to speak. A man rarely seen, but known and trusted for a long time. He was known only as Zephyr. Another former Cryer Security man. His specialty was testing security and infiltration. For the last few months he'd been following his old boss. Something told him he'd be needed again. So he tracked the old man down. Lavish life the man made for himself. Nothing like the stoic room he kept. The bathroom in the Kingpins home was bigger than the apartment Zephyr kept. The drugs had been good to the Kingpin.
To Zephyr too, till he tried to open a legit business. Within a year the Bretonian government had found reason after reason to close him down. His club was closed and he left Planet Ayr, yet again. He'd gone and dealt for a while again. Reconnecting with old associates. Setting up a networkfor his future trade. He knew they'd be back. The money was too good. The thrill too great, to leave forever.
Now, he was standing there. Looking at the man that could pull it all back together. Watching to see if he'd changed. The wars had changed many. Still more had gone missing or died. Many more still, had been locked away.
He had been one of the lucky ones. Or so he told himself. Now it was happening. He hopped down from the roof he'd been perched on. His heavy blasters bouncing in thier well worn holsters. Barely a sound as he hit the ground. even though he'd been over 15 feet in the air. His stealth was assured, he knew.
He made his way inside. Quickly mingling with the crowd, his clothes made him a bit out of place, among the suits and gowns around him. Even more the blasters on his hips.
Nobody seemed alarmed by his passing. That too was a talent he had honed. Walk into a room and own it, noone will doubt your position. It had saved him many times.
Quietly, he slipped up the stairs in the kitchen. The cooks arguing loudly about the amount of garlic needed in the dish being prepared.
Up a small winding stair, barely wider than his shoulders. He made his way to teh third story. He worked his way down a few halls and around turn after turn. Unerring with his plans, he quickly gained the private study of the Kingpin.
He worked the lock with little hesitation, and less hassle. His skilled fingers deftly twisting and probing the lock.
There was a grand desk, with a large chair behind it. He poured a drink from the nearby bar, and settled into the chair to await the Kingpins return.

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