The Saints Rest despite its recent name change was a dive a refuge for scum and the criminal fraternity of the Carthaxian Sector a warren of small secluded rooms sprouting off from the main bar area allowed for secret meetings and illicit deals to be struck away from the prying eyes of the Imperium's defenders. The main bar itself was a dangerous place and death was an accepted risk by the taverns patrons as violence was common place often meted out by the establishments vicious team of gene-hanced bouncers. Tonight was a typical night deals were being struck in the secret back rooms and in one such room a famous name within the criminal worth sat his face hidden behind a sleek cowl of synth skin his body shrouded in a suit of light carapace weapons hanging from his waist. He sipped at a tumbler of amber liquid looking into the darkness of the chamber his feet resting up on the table fixed to the centre of the room.
"Well are you going to step into the light or now?"
His voice was masked and distorted though a vox manipulator overlaid with a trio of voices to hide his true voice, his dark eyes locked into the dark recess as a figure formed from the darkness tall and sleek it strode forward pulling the chair opposite him it slid into a sitting position with no sounds, dressed in a long flowing robe hood pulled up over its head it regarded him from behind a smooth black rebreather. For a long while the new comer sat silently save for a quiet hiss of the working rebreather before it spoke.
"I am surprised you came."
He bowed his head lifting the glass.
"When the Inquisition extends and invitation to the likes of me, one can't help but be curious."
"Impressive, you are aware of what I am."
"I make it a point of professionalism to know who I'm working for Inquisitor,"
"No names, if you don't mind we both make a point of hiding our faces lets not ruin it with names."
He tipped his glass before taking another sip.
"So what's the job?"
"Chaos, I want this system plunged into chaos and I am reliably informed you are the man to do it."
There was a moment of silence again before he spoke.
"I reckon I can do that, do I have a remit."
"I trust your particular skill set will suffice."
"And my renumeration?"
The figure moved its hand disappearing within it's robe it drew a small hand held data slate out and slid it across the table.
"You will get the rest when the work is completed."
He lent forward and scooped up the data slate looking at it for a moment.
"I could hire an army with this."
"You might need one. There are some specifics included on there."
They sat for a long while in silence as he considered the offer on the table the figure sat regarding him with cold green unblinking eyes.
"Ok you have a deal, but you know there will be others who try and stop me, what if they succeed?"
He flinched as something cold touched his throat his eyes widening as the object bit into the synth skin parting the material with ease and breaking his skin, he felt a bead of blood pooling on the edge of the object and turned to look up the blade length and the wraith thin woman holding the sword her skin was while as porcelain he hair dyed red but the most striking thing about her was the wide manic eyes framed in heavy black makeup they held a longing thirst in them wild and dangerous they were a stark contrast to the rest of her calm visage she was shrouded in a black synth skin and he was certain she had not been in the room when he'd entered yet she couldn't have slipped in behind him so she must have been hidden from his senses by other means which drew his eyes back to the figure sitting opposite him, could he be a psyker? His informants hadn't told him that, could they be in this mans pocket already? It was something he'd have to look into later when he got it of here, the figure lent forward resting his hands on the table.
"Make sure that does not happen or Cassil will pay you a visit in the night."
The blade vanished from his throat and when he turned to look in it direction the woman was gone again he strained looking into the shadows but he could see nothing save for stone.
"A neat trick, why don't you just do this yourself, you have the resources."
"This has to appear to be unrelated to the Inquisition, the are bigger things at plan than you can comprehend."
He nodded thinking to himself pompous inquisitors always the same playing their grand and elaborate shadow games, well two could play at that.
"If you'll excuse me Inquisitor, I have work to begin, how do I contact you?"
"You don't, I'll be watching from afar if we need to meet again it will be arranged."
He stood and left the figure sat for a long while before Cassil reappeared at his shoulder.
"That's the sixth one you've met with so far."
"Kaede Mack is an enigma with as many faces as the deceiver himself, if he hasn't already presented himself to me word will reach him and the work I desire will be done."
He stood and along with Cassil backed into the corner watching as another figure entered the room a heavy pistol held in his hand he looked round before sitting at the table and waiting, the figure smiled behind the rebreather as he stepped forward another link in the web he was weaving
