The Inquisitor - Chapter I
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I wake up in the morning. The blonde-haired girl next to me is sleeping gently. Ruby, she says her name is Ruby.
I get my clothes on, gather my things and leave. Not before grabbing a snack from the fridge. I’m starving, all that passion really works up an appetite.
A few more visits. Then I should have enough information to crack this thing.
I make my way out of town. Takes me a few hours but I eventually arrive at my next port of call.
Xanthis Callidon. Started off as a small time drug dealer. Did particularly well for a higher up and now runs his own business. Plenty of evidence to convict him. But he’s far too useful to be sent to prison. Plus he knows everyone in there, nothing would happen, he’s just be moving to a different apartment.
Three-storey building. First two floors are a restaurant and bar. Pretty swanky stuff. Gourmet cooking, antiques adorning the walls, that sort of thing. Top floor is where the command centre is. His office, hired muscle, mercs, accountants, the works.
I make my way through the restaurant. A few of the patrons stare at me, as always. Rare sight to see an Inquisitor in a place like this. I head up the stairs.
Hit the third floor. Stopped by bouncers. I flash the Rosette and ask for Xanthis. Mention my name. Bouncers pass the message on, I’m told to go in.
I walk across the room. A few wizened accountants are adding up figures, yearly returns, expenditures. There’s a small army up here. Nothing too fancy, just lots of guns.