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The masked person walked quickly through the abandoned building where they were to meet their next client. A folder containing a large number of papers was grasped tightly in their hand.
Their black boots made practically no sound as they walked through the musty, old and dark building. They were dressed in all black. They wore something akin to a cardigan, although it was a thicker material. The hood was always up and never went down. If it did, it was always pulled back up.
The suit was a mix of leather and bulletproof padding. The main pieces were the padding and the gaps needed for the joints were leather. Metal armor was in the most important places. Such as the chest plate and around the legs. Although it might seem heavy, it didn’t feel like to the person’s…abilities.
The mask was the most noticeable attributes. Unlike their more black attire, the mask was more of a gray, and stood out. There was a design etched on its surface. It was the Norse rune, Ansuz. Eye holes covered in a black, see-through fabric were there as well.
The Researcher, the name given to them by the news, walked around an old, dirty puddle of water. Their nose wrinkling under their mask. They had insisted that their client meet up someplace else. But their client wanted a more low profile and, well, customer knows best.
Most of the time anyway.
The Researcher continued their trek until they were at the end of the hall. Their client wanted to meet at the third floor. The Researcher didn’t bother knocking, they opened the door quietly and made their way into the dimly lit room.
Like most of the building, the place was a mess. Random papers spilled on the floor, broken furniture pieces, drywall bits, and…oh god was that a needle? The Researcher shivered. Nasty.
There was a person in the middle of the chaotic room, waiting patiently.A cop. He was in his outfit too. His hair was messy and seemed to have no rhyme or reason. Even in the dim light, the Researcher could see a scar that gnarled his lower lip.
Now, you would think, “Does this mean their busted?” No. In fact, my dear readers, this is the client.
“Detective Reil,” a robotic and tampered voice filtered through the Researcher’s mask. “I’ve got the information you’ve requested.”
The detective made eye contact with the mask’s eyehole, and instantly the Researcher was flooded with information. Every secret, every desire, exposed in an instant.
The Researcher sighed. A corrupt cop. He’s gaining blackmail to hold against his supervisor.
“Thank you. Now I can take down this corruption from the inside.” Detective Reil said smoothly. There was a small delay in his sentence. A liar too.
“You can’t hide anything from me. I know what your planning.”
The detective sneered, “It’s not like your better than me.”
“I’m not here to chitchat,” the Researcher held out their hand. They wanted to be done with this and go home.
A stack of money was placed in their hand. The Researcher handed over the file and left. Nothing more was said. Nothing needed to be.
They opened the front door to the semi-large house. It was a lot bigger for just one person, but they were fine with it.
As soon as they shut the door, they began to walk upstairs to their room, taking off the heavy outfit as they went. The boots were flung somewhere behind them and the suit was shimmied out of. Each piece of clothing was taken off and left somewhere through their path. They would pick it up and put it away properly when they had the energy. Luckily they wore a tank top and shorts underneath.
The build of the person was more clearly defined now. SHE had straight, long black hair that was currently done in a messy bun. She was average in height. Her facial features were still hidden behind her mask.
She flopped onto the bed and fell asleep. Ignoring the message on her computer.