Tale of a Brigand

[Reverend Del]

Stepping off the train on Nevers, Le Tartuffe pondered his surroundings, the station was clean, white and looked almost new. GRP security forces dotted the platforms looking for anyone who might be considered out of place. Le Tartuffe knew they'd not be looking for him, looking like a man in his late 30's of athletic trim and clean shaven. He looked the part.

As he walked past the ticket office, swiping his pass key over the automated machines to leave the station, Le Tartuffe thought about the latest job he had. Setting up a simple deal for pharmaceuticals. He had ensured that this time the deal would go through, the last deal he had made was risky enough and that the Union were now aware of his duplicity made anything less than legitimate a problem.

Of course, he had problems now. Getting a new ID had been impossible, so he was using one of his lesser known ones. However, Le Tartuffe had forgotten whether he'd ever used this one for committing crimes, if so this could end very quickly with him in a GRP prison, alongside some folks who may rather see him dead.

He headed to his hotel, a run down affair four blocks from the station. No questions asked, no questions answered, it was ideal for Le Tartuffe. If he'd had no reservations about his ID he'd have paid for somewhere more upmarket, but this worked for a man pretending to be a low rent businessman. He looked about the room he'd been given, washstand, bed and writing desk. Seemed familiar. He laughed.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.