[HARBRINGER: Desmond]
It’s getting moved to town soon...I need some of the best for the operation. If not I’m going to be disappointed and we Wouldnt like
*He glances up at some random associate as he pulls his glove off*
Associate 1: Do you want Metas in on the job, the less metas the better but if you think you’ll need it then I can find some.
Desmond: I say we take our chances not having any flashy Metas, no attention the better.
*He looks at him gazing around the club seeing some familiar faces*
Plus I will be able to keep an eye on things thanks to a new associate.
Associate 1: Sounds good I will talk to the boys and we will get it set up for you boss. Now what are we talking Paper wise
Desmond: *Looks at him*
You’ll be paid well, and don’t question the matter of payment. I can be a very patient man but i feel like you’re questioning my authority and ability to pay it forward
Associate 1: Nah boss that isn’t it at all...*He stutters*
Desmond: *Looks at him and huff*
~A waiter is on the way with the drinks and tips over dropping the drink on Desmond~
Desmond: *Looks down seeing his suit messed up with the alcoholic beverage and he grabs the waiters hand looking at his associate*
~The waiter would begin to scream as Desmond holds his arm up it would begin to deflate leaving nothing but skin and bone~
*Desmond tosses the body off of him and snaps*
Clean it up! Now
~A meta would hold there hands out and the evidence of the waiter would ash away~
*Desmond stands and adjust his suit nodding at the associate*
~In the background there would be a table of two woman, one who was inconspicuously listening with her abilities~
Fae: *In disguise*
He just fucking did it again...3rd waiter this week
Kate: Yea I know I could hear the skin shriveling up, and I’m good off that
Fae: We are staying the fuck away from that operation...but doesn’t mean we can’t tip some body off about it. Maybe we can let Thad know?
Kate: *Rubs her temples after she deamplfies her hearing ability* Maybe If he is in on the operation he can get more details, but I don’t trust him he could rat us out to Harbinger and noone wants to be on that dudes bad side
~Desmond walks by the table not hearing anything, he nods at the two giving them a friendly smile as he exits the club~