Zadkiel entered into Mirage, a bit weary to enter into a place that might whisk him away from this paradise but knowing that sitting out front and waiting on her to leave, or if it was in fact her, would be nothing more then a punk move and he certainly wasn’t a punk. He had stripped out of the police gear and changed into something more reserved and non-descript.
Wasting no time, he approached the managers office and entered it. Having come in the back way, he didn’t have to go far. A short, fat man looked up in surprise at him. He squinted at Zad and his brow furrowed as he tried to get a clear look at who was invading his office unannounced.
“I require your assistance, or rather the assistance of your security team. A suspected criminal might be in your establishment and I wish to…subdue her and remove her. You will help me, surely.”
The short little man leaned back in his leather chair, letting out a bout of obnoxious, disrespectful laughter. He continued on for at least half a minute as Zadkiel stood quiet, steadily getting angrier at the man but holding himself in check.
“You barge in unannounced and expect me to jump up and help you? What makes you think you even have jurisdiction here, huh?” The man chortled. “You are no better or worse then any one else in this place, save for the staff and myself of course, and I assume you’ll respect that and leave this ‘suspect’ alone for the duration of your stay.”
He sounded far too sure of himself considering who he was talking too. It would take little more then a flick of Zad’s wrist to snap the stubby man’s neck and leave him for death to claim, but that wouldn’t help him any. The taller, slimmer of the two shook his head slowly and excused himself from the office. During his time with the order, he had learned many things but the thing he prided himself on the most was the ability to remain in control of himself. For all the urges lurking beneath the surface, he was able to keep a firm grip on each and every one of them. He was their Master, not vice versa.
The thrill of perhaps finally finding her, though, held no small part in helping him remain under control. He would do nothing to mess up what might be his only chance at getting even. He had been on a Galaxy wide search for her, spent countless days and nights obsessing over whether or not he’d ever find her. He had no family, no friends, no attachments at all so when he just…disappeared one day, off on his little adventure no one noticed.
The dull, rhythmic steps of his boots sounded from the back hallway as he entered the main area. The music was distasteful and the patrons disgusting, but none of that mattered. His eyes flitted over the crowd, taking in the sights of gluttony, lust, avarice as they were indulged to the fullest all around him. It was delightful to see people enjoying such things but real enjoyment was not found until the unseen strings tugged his eyes to the side and locked them on two figures whispering to each other. With a chuckle, he approached. His blond locks were shaggier then the last time they had seen each other, but for the most part his body had remained the same on the outside. Still just a little too muscular. With arrogance in every step he couldn’t help but grin.
”At last…”
He slammed his palms down on the table; anything sitting on the table jumped with surprise as he looked between the two figures.
“Didja miss me?”
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