Adrian entered the pub and made his way through the dank interior to the bar. "Vodka Gimlet" he ordered, and turned to face the rest of the clientele. What a shithole. Good for business though. He checked his watch, still a few minutes early.

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OOC: Ho hum, on we go.
IC:

Three Gimlets later Spearmint checked his watch again. Still no sign of the man. He didn't usually meet new contacts in the open like this, but the lead seemed good and the man had insisted. Half an hour late, Ade spun around in the stool to face the bar again. He could feel that this was not the beginning of a long and fruitful working relationship.

"Mister Spearmint." It was not a question and it wasn't friendly. The voice was dry as dust and barely louder than a whisper, Ade spun round to face it. Sitting beside him at the bar, hunched over a thimble of foul-smelling bright green liquid sat the old man. He was wrapped up tight in a black raincoat, hat pulled down over his eyes. He raised a small black cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply. "You need information." he stated through the smoke.

Ade leaned back against the bar nochalantly, determinined not to look intimidated. "I'm looking for two girls," he pulled a dog-eared photo from his raincoat and showed it to the man, it showed two girls in their late teens smiling for the picture. "Their names are..."

"Immaterial. If they are missing then I expect they are dead. There is never any point in searching. Not here." The hunched figure blew out another thick wreath of smoke as he talked, for some reason he only ever spoke after a drag on the cigarette.

Ade paused for a moment, then replaced the photo, "I don't think so. The more I look into this case the wierder it gets. The girls dissapeared during the night in a motel room on their way here. The owner reported disturbances, strange lights and flashes. When they finally checked the room it was devastated. The girls were gone of course, never to be seen again. Unless you count the string of strange deaths along the route to this city."

Drag... "Then I suggest that you drop this case, Mister Spearmint." Pause... Drag... "Or it may be your name that becomes immaterial." He stubbed out the cigarette and gave Spearmint a strange half-salute before stalking out of the bar.

Ade cursed and was about to leave, when he noticed a piece of folded paper on the bar surface. He picked it up and unfolded it.

44 Devonshire Way
Walk with caution

What the hell did that mean? Ade shrugged, whatever else it was, it was a start.

-Several Hours Later-

Brehznev sat like before. Hunched over a tiny glass, he nursed the contents with care. Only very occasionally did he lift the glass to his lips and take an almost unnnoticable sip of the green liquid. In one pale claw a black Russian cigarette smouldered silently, a tiny coil of smoke rising and twisting around him.

There was a sudden click behind him. The sudden, unmistakable noise of a very efficient killing machine preparing to fulfill it's purpose. "I suppose you think that sending me to that place was funny." Spearmint spoke through clenched teeth.

Beneath his hat and scarf, in the deep shadows concealing his face, it was impossible to see Brehznev smile. He brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply, "I saw some humour there, I must confess."

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"Hey Holland, It's that dude..."
The two shouldn't even be here. Not only are they 'on the run' but they had blue skin that could possibly confuse Unnies.
Screw them.

"What guy?" Peer from underneath overshadowing hats. "Holy Fuck, Mr. PI with a gun."
The two run away sister's did look odd. sitting half-disguised in the back of a run down pub. Cloaks covering the plate armour and some of the blue skin, A cowboy hat and bowler shadowing their faces. The clothes didn't hid the aura, though. Something seemed very wrong with them.

Spearmint pressed the gun up against Brehznev's back. "How do I know that you didn't tell those men where to find me? Maybe they were your men in the first place!"

Brehznev laughed, an ugly, dry rasping from the base of his throat. "Now why would I do that Mr. Spearmint? Just think of tonight's adventure as my way of acclimatising you to this city and how we do things here. I'm actually quite happy you're still alive. And you made a friend too."

"How do you know about Harm?" Adrian demanded.

"I did not rise to my current position in this cities underworld by being uninformed Mr. Spearmint."

"What the hell's he talking to to Brehznev for?" Sip, mm, this was good boot leg liquor. Wisps of blond hair fell out of the bowler, softening her face, to anyone who cared to glance under the hat she might appear almost innocently young.

Snort Laugh. "Brehznev pro'lly screwed 'im over" For all his knowledge of the city, the man at gun point still had no idea the Witches were watching him.

OOC: Brehznev knows more than you think. ;)

IC:

Brehznev took another deep drag on the cigarette, "Although, for all your activity it would seem that you have reached a dead end in your investigation."

"I got plenty of leads." snarled Adrian.

Drag, "Really?" Spearmint couldn't see it, but he could feel the cynical smile spread across the old bastard's face. Drag, "Well one more can hardly hurt can it? I suggest you find another member of your trade. A Russian. Boris is his name I believe. He will assist you in your little quest."

"You expect me to do what you tell me to after last time?"

Drag. Pause. "Of course. You have no othe source of information and your nature compells you to check every possiblility. I'll be here if you need me."

Ooc: -.-"

Giggle. Giggle. No, not just giggles, loud giggles. Very loud in fact. Even after countless necromancer rituals, numerouse evil spells, and the search for more power, the two teenage girls hadn't gotten control of their giggling. You could hardly blame them, Ade might just trust this guy. They sure as hell didn't.