The Employer
Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2003 2:56 pmThe short, beady eyed, dirty man paced the dark street nervously. Sweaty hands grinding together in a high strung nervous manner. Fingers interlocking and unlocking, palms suctioning together from the wetness and friction. He paced this street every night as far as anyone who saw him could tell. He had no name that anyone knew, to have a name was dangerouse in his line of work. He had, however, an ugly scarred face that was hard to forget.
He was what was most commonly called an "Employer", acting as the middle man in any given underground situation. Taking some of the profit from that interaction as his own, his job was to keep the one's he employed out of the public eye, so they could practice whatever dark art they may in some form of safety from law enforcement.
He had most recently taken in what might be his greatest money maker ever. A thief from one of the greater cities of the world. A city any decent person would call festering and dirty, were crime held as much grip over the populace as the government itself. A city were one must be cut throat to survive. Were only the best of the best, or worst of the worst, of the underworld could live. This thief was a survivor of those lands.
The employer was good at his job, and spread word well throughout the underground that this thief was availible for hire. Anyone who wanted him need simply look. He was made availible for any work requiring 'stealth or intrusion of property'. Thievery and breaking and entering were not wholesome terms. They were terms that could only get him in trouble.
The Employer continued his silent patrol, waiting for someone to approach him with an offer for the services of his thief. He would go to the highest bidder of course, that was the way of the streets, moral high ground held little over his soul.
He was what was most commonly called an "Employer", acting as the middle man in any given underground situation. Taking some of the profit from that interaction as his own, his job was to keep the one's he employed out of the public eye, so they could practice whatever dark art they may in some form of safety from law enforcement.
He had most recently taken in what might be his greatest money maker ever. A thief from one of the greater cities of the world. A city any decent person would call festering and dirty, were crime held as much grip over the populace as the government itself. A city were one must be cut throat to survive. Were only the best of the best, or worst of the worst, of the underworld could live. This thief was a survivor of those lands.
The employer was good at his job, and spread word well throughout the underground that this thief was availible for hire. Anyone who wanted him need simply look. He was made availible for any work requiring 'stealth or intrusion of property'. Thievery and breaking and entering were not wholesome terms. They were terms that could only get him in trouble.
The Employer continued his silent patrol, waiting for someone to approach him with an offer for the services of his thief. He would go to the highest bidder of course, that was the way of the streets, moral high ground held little over his soul.