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JASON PIERCE

“Oh Bless me, Father, for I have sinned

Bless me, Father, I couldn't resist

Oh Father, you have no idea what you've missed. ”

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Even as he spoke to Jyzal, Jason still did not understand what in the world had gone wrong. Who stole from a church? He'd thought it was so foolproof to hide those things behind the painting and since only a few people had been aware of where, exactly, he'd hidden them, he assumed he had to search for the traitor near the people who were close and somewhat dear to him. The confessional was a fine place for the meeting, without a doubt, but it still meant that Jason had to get to the church, dress up like a good little priest and go sit still on one incredibly uncomfortable wooden bench for which he'd repeatedly considered getting a cushion to sit on. He was not the one repenting for his sins, why would he need to be uncomfortable?

Jason hadn't even planned to say much and when the line went dead, he set his phone aside and got out of bed to go through the procedure of showering, brushing teeth, before he decided to skip breakfast (since it was hardly as important as getting the damned painting back) and head off to the church. Unaware of what the said price for the man's services would be, he had no reason to pause at any bank. If there was a need to pay immediately, he could always take care of it online, and most likely would. Simply because it was more comfortable.

He rushed once he got to the church, made his way into his office, set his phone on silent and tucked it neatly back into his pocket, pulled the priest robes over his own clothes, as usual, and off to the planned confessional he was. Even if it was one of the warmer churches in town, as well as one that was fairly old and well known, it didn't mean that it was warm enough to parade around in a T-shirt without feeling chilly in one or another way. He'd always underestimated the amount of patience and sheer self-control it took to listen to people before he'd gone down the same path. Learned to sit still and quiet, hear out their oftentimes sick and twisted fantasies and not snap at them because, much to his horror, the people weren't usually even playing pranks on him, and allegedly the big gray man would forgive them anyway, as long as they would repeat some prayers, donate to the church and repent. Repent, repent, repent.

Jason had a sneaking feeling that the man who he was waiting for didn't particularly care for repenting his sins and seeking for forgiveness. In fact, he doubted that a man with as much infamy in the right circles, would care much about the church in the first place, but he was desperate enough to call and he had no doubt that, had he been refused, he would have been willing to beg for the assistance. Fortunately, that was not the case.

He did begin to worry if he was being made a laughing stock when the first five minutes passed and Mr.Silverstone had not shown up. Then another five had gone by and Jason found himself drumming his fingers against his knee, impatient and concerned. Worried, but not willing to give up yet. Five more minutes and Jason was desperate enough to bow his head and murmur a small prayer under his breath. He needed to know who took the painting to get to him, that was all. If there was even the slightest chance that there was someone or something out there greater than him, he wished that this one time, they would listen and bring him the information. It was stupid, what the cause really was and the fact that he was praying to have the plans for something so dangerous and lethal returned to him just so he could sell them off and gain profit but it was better than death. Besides, Jason's upbringing often brought up conflicts. From one point, he hardly cared, from another, he still turned to God when he was in trouble. But it wasn't like he had sat still and awaited for divine help. He just wished that it'd actually get to him.

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“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.”

While Elias was still wasting his time and waiting, his phone had gone off with the text but he had no such time to waste on checking it. Instead, he'd moved quietly through his house, stayed hidden, pressed his back to the walls but only when he knew they were thick enough, just in case his intruder was armed himself but by the time he reached to the door, it was open again and he could see a back of a running man about to disappear behind it. Elias didn't think, he shot. No one got away with sneaking around in his home, and since that particular b*****d had managed to do so for a little while now, it was about time to remind him that Elias was dangerous.

The gun went off but the intruder ran. Elias cursed violently under his breath, running for the door himself and already seeing his right hand man jumping out of the car to run after the man. Unsure if he'd hit the man or not, Elias tucked his gun back away and glanced around on the street, cautiously watching for any other unwanted people who were too curious to keep their noses to themselves. However, since it seemed that the most of the people who lived in the pleasantly secluded area weren't there, he ducked back into his house, leaving the chasing for Christopher.

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Chris was one of the overly eager to please type of people. Mostly because Elias had taken him in and made damned sure that he knew that he hated to be displeased. Unlike Elias, he was actually a man whose appearance screamed badass and dangerous. Either that, or the eye patch he wore proved what a sorry little failure he was. Still, Elias liked the guy and he liked the money Elias paid him enough to run like a young cheetah to try and catch up, only to end up regretting that he'd parked quite that far from the house, since the direction the intruder took off towards was the opposite he would have needed to have the upper hand and being able to catch up with him.

Then, it seemed that luck was on his side. The son of a b***h had stumbled and was down on the ground and while Christopher was in no rush to draw a gun and shove it in the man's face, he still drew it and pointed it at him. "You. Keep your mouth shut and get up!" he demanded, wasting a moment to spare a glance on the bag next to him. Adding the scarf around his neck as well, it seemed obvious to him that he'd just caught the culprit and now all he needed to do was be a good boy and take him to the boss to be praised like the proper lapdog he was being.

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Meanwhile, Elias finally got to checking his texts while he was pacing around the house, pondering if he should be waiting for sirens or not. God, he hoped not, he hated cops, hated the trouble it took to deal with them. Bribing a few was a possibility but it didn't mean that it was a good one. On the contrary, it was inconvenient and troublesome. Usually took far too much time. He didn't even smirk down at the text, although he might have snickered at any other time. 'I dare to do a lot of things. I think I just got a chip off a person or my door, don't know which. Cute. You in a church. If I find out you're screwing priests or nuns now, I'll get jealous. Do pray for my soul while your at it.'




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Success. Meh, this worked well enough so, let's just keep this show on the road and stuff. His guy is all Alastair's gonna get for now. He'll haul him back to Elias, I'm sure. Makes me think of failures as henchmen and snicker.

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The church felt foreign even as Jyzal walked through it. He was certainly not at all religious or even too superstitious, but it still had a ominous feeling to it. The way the light shone through the windows, all the statues, it was admittedly slightly creepy. All the so called bad things he'd done in life, carnal pleasure, carnal activities. If there was a God, he would have been sentenced somewhere painful already. Hard to believe that people actually thought a being could exist.

If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.

Admittedly, Jyzal found himself 'praying' to a higher power when things were out of his control. God was ultimately a psychological thing, he ultimately concluded. His little observations had caused him to be yet another five minutes late to his already 15 minutes late tally. Normally, he was early even if he tried to be late, but he was still disappointed by how he didn't get to fill his Elias-prodding quota earlier and someone obviously should suffer. Right before he stepped in, his cellphone buzzed with a text and Jyzal decided to answer that one before going into the confessional, 'Good luck to you. Hey now. It's almost as if you're reading my mind. Normally, I stay away from religious freaks, but the priest is hot. And he's apparently a bad boy - smuggling and black auctions. Be jealous. <3 You think I know how to do that?'

Jyzal morphed the small smirk that had spread over his face into a more neutral small smile before tucking his cellphone into his pocket and entering the priest's side of the confessional. There was no one around and he had to see Pierce face to face anyway. As he saw the man, Jyzal paused for a moment. He had plenty of work today, but all work and no play would make anyone full. His mind reminded him that he still had the little outing with Elias tomorrow, but that was tomorrow. Tilting his head, he gestured with the folder, "Father Pierce. I have here four profiles of possible males who may have ah, invaded your church. I speak with a 90% confidence that one of them is the guy you are looking for."

"Shoulder length, long black-brown hair. Ages youngest 19 to 32 oldest. I have their whole police profiles and records. Sounds promising?" Jyzal offered. He wasn't quite sure if the priest had anything other than a fair trade planned, but Jyzal did bring his gun and he was ready to use it. Sensing a aura of what almost seemed to be desperation, Jyzal decided to string the other along, extending the moment with a long pause. With a more mischievous smile, Jyzal added, "And we're going to discuss payment before I hand it over. Whatever do you suggest, Father."

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And who the bloody ******** was this guy?

Alastair wasn't stupid enough to run his mouth much when there was a damn gun pointed at him, but why was there a damned gun pointed at him in the first place? He took in the piercings, the weird haircut and everything in between. Aside from the fact that his ankle was screwed, there were dead rats and someone's scarf around his neck. He yanked the scarf off, tossing it at the rats to cover the sight. Alastair knew he was messing with something big when he stole the painting, but it seemed as though he had stumbled into another scheme altogether. "******** off. Why the ******** are you pointing a gun at me, and who the hell are you?"

He tried to stand, shoving the toolbox off his lap. It fell open, revealing miscellaneous tools, most of which Alastair couldn't recognize. Even when he moved other parts of his body, it seem to pull on his leg and he couldn't move, couldn't stand without something excruciating and burning hot shoot up from his ankle. And there was nothing around he could use as leverage to pull himself up other than the brick wall of the corner and a bush nearby.

It wasn't too hard to piece together that the gun-holding male was probably chasing after the man that bumped into him and ran off after giving him a pile of dead rats, the scarf and the toolbox. Grimacing, Alastair shot the new guy a look, "I don't even know you. I think you want the guy that ran off, not me." What were they doing with dead rats anyway? Along with tools to break into pipes, hammers, screw drivers, whatever else was in the toolbox. And the guy had a gun on him. A gun. Alastair couldn't help the fear that prickled his skin.



Grr. Fixed it slightly, cus, I messed up.

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JASON PIERCE

“Oh Bless me, Father, for I have sinned

Bless me, Father, I couldn't resist

Oh Father, you have no idea what you've missed. ”

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Jason was ultimately sitting on the last thread of his patience. It was strange, because he could act like he had an eternity in his hands but with a pressing deadline snapping its rotting teeth at his behind, he was anxious, pissed, sufficiently scared and about to sign up for some medication to lower his blood pressure. Every second counted. Every passing minute mattered. And the b*****d was late! He was about to get out, his hand already reached out to open the door and step out of the said confessional when the door opened and he ungracefully stumbled a step backwards, flopping back onto his seat, for no other reason than the fact that he was surprised. He'd never seen Jyzal, heard of him but never seen him and he wasn't that interested in anything pornographic to recognize the face. Some parts of his Sunday schooling had mellowed him down.

The confessional really was huge, he could have stood there with the other man, face to face, but he didn't bother to get up again, nor did he see a point in pointing out that Jyzal was late to their little meeting, and intrusive on his personal space, as far as he cared. Jason just wasn't that touchy of a person to like people anywhere within six feet of him. A small flicker of recognition crossed his expression as Jyzal spoke and he nodded slowly. "Quite promising, Mr.Silverstone," he responded. With the short description, he had his guess that one of the younger suspects was the culprit and so, all he needed was to get his hands on those files, hire someone trustworthy with whom he could hunt him down and get the painting back. He hoped that damned brat hadn't managed to hand it over to someone yet. For his own good, that was.

It was that smile Jason didn't like; the damned smile that darkened his own expression defensively and made the sheepish look of someone who didn't know what was going on disappear. "If we're going to play, Mr.Silverstone, you're going to have to do more than start." Jason said. He was growing a little uncomfortable, sitting there, but he didn't need to stand up and try to look intimidating in any way. He just didn't have that in his list of skills, besides, there was no point in trying to turn it into a pissing contest because, from what he'd heard of Jyzal Silverstone, he'd lose. In comparison, he was much too new at the game. "From what I understand from your reputation alone, gathering that should not have taken too much effort so the question is how much is that little bit of your time worth to you. Like I said, price is not a question, name it and I'll get it paid."

Jason glanced at the files in the man's hand and sighed. He truly was desperate to get his hands on the information and although he considered snatching them from Jyzal, he was still blocking his exit and was probably armed in one or another way. Jason, however, didn't carry weapons on his person and suspicions only made him more paranoid and sort of desperate to get out of the enclosed space. "I'm not here to make suggestions, Mr.Silverstone. I'm here to accept your price, pay it, and get the information. Strictly business," Jason said, feigning an innocent smile, "All I could offer you, if we're going to play that game, is my blessing and our Father's forgiveness. What else would you expect from a holy man?" Despite everything, he still liked to pull that card, liked to hide behind the silver cross that hung from his neck, a stark contrast between the black of his robes, and look ever so innocent.

"Please, can we get this over with? It's my neck on the line, Mr.Silverstone, not yours," Jason pressed, not even hiding the sense of urgency from his voice. He needed that info, he needed to get the brat who stole the painting and he needed to get all that done before the auction would draw even closer.

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“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.”

Elias wasn't a man of patience and he could usually get what he wanted when he wanted it. So, it was natural for him to want the Ferret bloody kneeling at his feet immediately. It was hard to assume how far he'd gotten before Christopher caught up with him, or if Chris had even managed to catch up with him. He'd better have, otherwise, it was the idiot's neck on the line again. Meanwhile, it seemed that he still had Jyzal to entertain himself with and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised that the priest mentioned was apparently hot. Elias had his doubts in that department. The corruption was no surprise but a hot priest? Yeah, right.

Naturally, Elias felt the need to express his opinion over the text as well, 'It's that love you have for fat, short men again, isn't it? I'm not sure if I can actually be jealous over a balding, fat child-molester. Ain't that a problem? Ask your buddy to teach you, I'm sure he'll be glad to have you kneeling and praying with him. You can bond over it and all.' Sometimes it was difficult to understand if Jyzal was being serious or not, especially over texts and Elias wasn't going to bother himself with pondering too much over the details of Jyzal's day. He was busy and Chris hadn't made it back yet.

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Grunting at the male on the ground, Chris pulled back the safety. Now he was being serious. "Acting innocent ain't gonna help you," he grumbled, "Ain't none of your business who I am. You shut up, get up and walk." Or hop, it was irrelevant to him, even if he was busy taking in the obvious look of pain and the fact that the guy was either hurt or just a damned good actor. Either way, it also meant that there might be a weapon on his person and if there was, he might get hurt.

Rather than bothering to respond to the brat, Chris leaned in carefully, pressed the gun into the other's ribs and patted him over to check for any weapons. "Leg's busted?" he asked, going far enough to very purposely nudge at it with his boot once he'd straightened his back up. "You don't get up in three seconds anyway, I'm gonna haul you over my damned shoulder and we're still going back to the boss." He wasn't the brightest little thing in the whole toolbox but at least he was loyal to Elias. Got the job done, as long as instructions were clear to him. This time, they only involved catching the idiot who'd been breaking into his boss' house.

Chris wasn't there to interrogate, either. All the evidence he needed was right there. Rats, toolbox, the scarf that he'd seen on the guy's neck, and the street was empty of all other people. Clearly, that meant that he'd done it and was just trying to get away with it.

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Jyzal was honestly slightly torn. On one hand, it was business and he wasn't about to mix business and pleasure. On the other hand, a) the priest was hot, b) the priest was funny and c) he didn't get to annoy Elias earlier. Somehow it was still Elias' fault, in line with his phone that vibrated against the pocket. Jyzal wanted to check immediately, but he refrained, knowing that Elias probably had a smart-a** comment or two and he didn't quite want to break the flow with Jason yet. "I can't quite tell you how much effort it took me, Pierce. Trade secrets. But I always go with how much the information is worth to my customers." You get more out of everything that way, because most customers were desperate and desperate people paid desperate prices.

"Well, Father Pierce. If you're going to go down that route. Whatever the said holy man need with biological weapons, forgeries and hacked profiles? I must have come to the wrong place, because I wouldn't know what to do with blessing and forgiveness." The smile on Jyzal's face grew, a smug, superior smirk combined with something that brought just a hint of playfulness. He wasn't taking this quite seriously. The information, to him was worth close to nothing, just roughly an hour of his time and whatever he would have to pay to keep his law enforcement friends happy - he usually paid for information with information. At most, he could charge Jason was several thousand, but that was already heavily playing Jason's desperation.

"You'd pay any price, eh?" What Jyzal wanted...Officially, he wanted more connections. Churches were rarely searched or stolen from and unlike Jason, Jyzal could actually hide things and not have little boys strolling out of the hiding place merrily taking the items. What he otherwise wanted, was to play around. To draw out the moment, he decided to answer Elias' text while Jason waited for him, forcing down a small huff of laughter while he swiped out on his phone, 'Nng. Nothing can beat the fat stumpy gramps. But really! He is hot. Think: young, blond hair, piercing blue eyes and Greek god body. By kneeling and praying, do you mean 'Oh god, please. God, yes. Please, more'?' He was most certainly typing that out in a confessional. Oh, Forgive him, Father, because you know, he was sinning.

"Icky little smuggling and forgeries. My friend would like a dose of uh, praying for his soul," Jyzal tilted his head. In the end, he really gained a lot more with a connection than whatever cash he could pick out of Jason. On the other hand, he could hold the information hostage and get all demanding, but Jyzal wasn't about to step into fire when there wasn't the need for it. Casually, he tossed the profiles at Jason's lap. "Courtesy of your handsome face and our new, budding friendship, consider it a gift. I just might need a bit of forgiveness and blessing from time to time." A different sort of forgiveness and blessing, that is. Still all smiles and smirks, Jyzal walked over before learning down slightly, "A kiss to seal the deal, Father?" He clearly did not give a s**t whether the priest thought God was watching or not. Nor did he care if the Father preferred men or women.

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No ******** s**t, ******** Sherlock. His leg was 'busted'. And he wasn't acting innocent either. Maybe he wasn't innocent in the sense of the word, but he had nothing to do with whatever he stumbled into this time. Alastair bit back any sound that threatened to escape him when the other searched him, then nudged his leg, half in fear of startling the other, half in pain. "I don't know who the hell your boss is, but I'm not the guy you want. I bumped into the guy that was running away, he shoved everything at me, looped that scarf around my neck and ran off. I have nothing do to with whatever the hell's going on here."

"I'm telling the truth," Alastair muttered. "I have nothing to do with the guy that ran off or you, or your boss." He was. He really, really was. Not to mention, he had to go back to check up on Amelia, even if just by passing, since he was afraid he would be followed. Even though he had no clue how he was supposed to get up without making his leg worst, he was sure he could manage, if only that ******** idiot would stop pointing the gun at him. Alastair tried to move his leg again, working it into an angle where he could stand without making his leg worst.

[******** off." When the other came close again, panic cleared his mind of more intelligent thoughts. There was a sort of hammer in the toolbox that was still within his reach and Alastair grabbed it, and swung its weight at the other male. From his angle, he could only swing at the other's legs and the pain prevent him from using any proper amount of strength, but kneecaps, Alastair heard, were delicate things.

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“Oh Bless me, Father, for I have sinned

Bless me, Father, I couldn't resist

Oh Father, you have no idea what you've missed. ”

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Jason was willing to pay whatever the price named, for no other reason than the fact that he knew that once he got a hold of the brat, he would find other means to pressurize him into getting him the painting and all with it back in time for the delicate business to be taken care of. When he did - because there were no ifs that he could afford - he would earn a very handsome price, even with the payment split with his father. He could afford throwing away the little money for the sake of getting the necessary people doing what he needed from them. "Mr.Silverstone," Jason started, sounding strained already. He didn't really want to play those games, didn't want to sit around and waste both of their time over something that could be taken care of easily. "If you'd please, this is not a laughing matter, nor is it a game." And that damned confessional was beginning to feel even more crowded, the antsier Jason grew to get his hands on the information.

"Yes." The answer was simple, he'd pay, as long as the information was useful and so far, it promised to be fairly useful. The catch was, apparently, getting it out of Jyzal's hands. It was irritating. The man came there, toyed with him and made him wait while he apparently figured out what he wanted in return for the information. The puzzled expression on his face when the other blond finally paid some attention to him was no coincidence. "That's-- doable. I can pray in the name of his soul," Jason actually smiled because damn it, it sounded entertaining even to him. "Although he could do it himself just as easily but I don't think I'd need to tell you about how good Lord is watching over all of us." It would only turn the situation more uncomfortable, and the lecture would drag out far too long.

Then, the folder was on his lap, and Jason jolted forward a little to catch it before anything slid out of it. Friendship? Wait... Since when did he sign up for that? If Jason appeared like a fish out of water then, things might have gotten a little worse when Jyzal decided that he wasn't close enough. "Wait-- what?-- No." Jason blinked, eyebrows raised in surprise and his hand raised with them to keep Jyzal at a distance should he choose to get any closer. That was not a part of what he'd heard about Jyzal, nor what he expected of him. Then again, the Bible always said that the Beast had many forms... "As much as I'm grateful for this... gift, I'm afraid that I, how to say this--" Whatever he was about to say, Jason gathered himself up rather quickly. Sure, he wasn't the traditional priest, he didn't play fair, did't care much for whose bed he woke up in or how much alcohol he'd consumed but he did that all in secret. "I don't kiss on the first date, Mr. Silverstone," Jason supplied innocently. He didn't usually kiss men, either. In fact, even if he would probably pass as a two beer queer, he wasn't usually fond of doing anything like that. That was a perfectly neutral, diplomatically tender response, it had to work.

Jason stood, hastily, more or less gliding up the wall behind him, "I do have some morals, Mr.Silverstone. They may be dented and a little broken from abuse but they are mine. I'd rather not waste more of your time. I'm sure that a man of your reputation is busy." Working to keep he look of a deer caught in headlights off of his face, Jason smiled warmly, all too eager to get to work and away from there -- mostly eager to get Jyzal out of there and remain civil and polite while doing it. He wouldn't want to mess something up and piss off someone who would pose as another threat. Maybe the right thing to do was to stay still and let himself be kissed? No. He had not signed up to be harassed.

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“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.”

Every time his phone made a noise, Elias expected that Chris was contacting him. However, that was still not the case. Instead, it was Jyzal. Wasn't he supposed to be busy? Perhaps he should have felt flattered, or something, because he was clearly still preferred in that situation? Maybe, maybe not. Elias couldn't be bothered to care much about it but he did respond, 'Which cult did you join and does it involve ritual human sacrifices? Or maybe you just need glasses? That's the only kind of praying I'd consider with "Greek gods". Snag me a photo while you're at it. I'm having a hard time believing that there's any priest matching your description.'

With his patience running out, Elias did step out of his house himself, marching down the same path Christopher had taken in a hurried pace, partially expecting to find his eager little trooper choking in a pool of his own blood. Eager but incompetent as he was.

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"I believe what I see. Quit yapping and get up," Christopher insisted. There wasn't a ******** in the world that he could give in order to start caring about the chopped, strange story that the little guy was spouting. What next? There were dead rats raining from the sky and he just happened to be standing there with a bag and the toolbox? Sure, he'd buy that, too. Besides, it wasn't even his business to make judgments. Elias was supposed to make them and he was supposed to be a good boy who'd listen to what the bossman said. If he decided that he should be shot and buried in a forest somewhere or dumped in some swamp, so be it, that was perfectly doable as well. If he decided that he didn't matter and was to be left alone, sure, he could do that as well. He'd drive him to his bloody home, if that was decided.

He was not going to ******** off, though, far from it and even when the hammer swung at him, and it turned out to be too late to get himself out of the way, he lifted his leg a little. The blow still hurt like a son of a b***h. "Augh! s**t!" Christopher's leg buckled and for a moment there, pain blinded him. Had he not been more afraid of Elias, he would have squeezed the trigger of the gun, the butt of which, he used to swing at the damned brat, instead. "Sonova--" Sure, the kneecap might have been safe but there was still a chance that one of the bones was at least cracked and he wanted to shoot the brat. Either that or grab the damned hammer for which he reached with his other hand and bash his skull in right there on the street.

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The shouts reached him before he rounded the corner and saw the pair. At least that meant that Christopher was alive but it also meant that he shouldn't have sent him to do a job that he was apparently not qualified. "Chris," Elias didn't even raise his voice as he called the man off. Christopher moved, too, ungracefully hopping on one leg to the wall, supporting himself there, and still waving his gun at the "culprit's" general direction. "Put the damned gun away before you shoot yourself in the foot," he demanded, stepping closer to the stranger himself and scowling down at him. "Call the boys, pack him up in the car and take him with you. I'll meet you at the warehouse. The empty one, Chris."

The brunet was already busy fishing out his phone and dialing the necessary number while Elias kicked the toolbox a tiny bit further away. "Get someone to search prints on this," Elias pressed with another order, squatting down by the stranger. "I expected you to be... older," he observed.

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For Jyzal, who had dealt with much more serious matter, this was a laughing matter as much as it was a game. He didn’t know what anyone planned to do with biological weapons, and nor did he care as long as it had nothing to do with him, but he’d also dealt with much more potent weapons in the hands of more dangerous men. Considering that Pierce’s looks took a priority over Pierce’s dilemma and the business protocol, one could really conclude exactly how seriously Jyzal was taking this. He would get Elias’ words across and request a prayer for his souls, but that was about as far as his seriousness went.

Not to mention, the amount of seriousness, if there was any to begin with, was taking a rapid plummet as Jason began running his mouth away, anyway. This almost made up for not being able to prod Elias early. Almost. It was usually more fun to prod at grumpy, growly things than little squirmy, righteous ones. His lips hitched up involuntarily at Jason’s next words, pulling into a small laugh, “What’s this 'morale' thing you speak of?” A pause. “Though, if I can’t eat, hack, ******** or shoot it, I probably won’t be interest in it anyway.”

“No, you wouldn’t want to waste of my time,” Jyzal affirmed. Which was why he wasn’t going to bother convincing Jason it was a good idea to give him something he wanted, especially when the something was as simple as a small peck on the lips. Even Elias didn’t get the privilege of not giving Jyzal want he wanted and Elias was the underground king there. Fighting back a small peal of laughter, Jyzal helped himself, curling his hand around the priest’s neck to steal the pleasure of lips meeting lips for himself. An almost chaste little kiss. He pulled away before the priest could react too strongly, releasing the other to take a step back. “Call me Jyzal, really. Or whatever. Don’t add the silly little Mister in front of it, I’m not that old.” Barely twenty three.

“And don’t let it scar you for life, babe. I just might still need you,” Jyzal smirked. He could feel his phone vibrate with a new message, most likely from Elias. He offered the priest a causal wave of his hands, turning away to prepare walking out of the confessional. As he left, he responded, ‘Too bad. No picture, I can’t divulge that much of my clients even if I’m willing to, ah, invade their personal space a little. I hope he didn’t piss his pants, but I swear to Lordy I didn’t do anything. I’ll have to tell you all about it later. He was hilarious. It’s your fault anyway! Any news on our furry friend?’

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After the hammer caught the ******** in the leg, Alastair was about to get up and run, even if it meant screwing up his leg even more. Then, the other’s gun cracked against the side of this head and Alastair cried out, releasing his grip on the hammer when the other took it away. The hit echoed in his ear, ringing painfully in his ears. Alastair brought his hand up, pressing against his head. Before he could react, there was another man there, probably the ‘boss’ the tattooed freak was talking about. Chris, the tattooed freak’s name was Chris. Alastair glared up at the new arrival, trying to fight back the fear that threatened to overtake his body. What warehouse? s**t, why the hell would they bring him to a warehouse?

[******** you, I’m not going anywhere with you,” Alastair said. He moved back, away from the other. The movement throbbed against his ankle, but Alastair ignored it. Every second, he could feel the pain getting worst, but he had a feeling sprained ankle was the least of his problems if this wasn’t cleared up. “I keep telling the idiot over there. You guys got the wrong person. The guy you were chasing ran into me, dumped this s**t on me and ran off. I don’t know what the hell you guys are doing with dead rats, but I haven’t a thing to do with this.”

Like hell he was going to get ‘packed into a car’. Since the guy was already there, all near and handy, Alastair used his body as a leverage to quickly pull himself into a position where he could stand and at least attempt to get away. As he stood, even the lightest pressure almost sent him tumbling to the ground again, but Alastair gritted his teeth against it, resting his hand on the wall to steady himself. At least he didn’t feel all completely helpless with his butt glued to the ground. Hell, how was he supposed to get anywhere, let alone back to the city to see his sister? Still glaring, "I told the freak over there already, the guy you want ran off there." A jerk of his thumb. "I'm not him."

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“Oh Bless me, Father, for I have sinned

Bless me, Father, I couldn't resist

Oh Father, you have no idea what you've missed. ”

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Jason didn't squirm, didn't make a scene, didn't yell at Jyzal. He stood there, straightened his back and narrowed his eyes at Jyzal in easily the most unfriendly look he could pull. That little kiss had ticked him off but he liked to think that he was smarter than to piss off someone who could probably make him disappear like he'd never lived at all - or maybe he was overestimating Jyzal. Either way, it didn't matter, he got his information, a little kiss to his lips was hardly anything to jeopardize his life over. The feisty little glare was all he mustered because that was a little sign that he was upset and it was more than enough to make the illusion of a good little boy disappear. He was willing to do things to get the painting back.

"I don't scar that easily, Mister Silverstone," Jason responded, stressing the name because he had no real intention of calling Jyzal by his first name. It would create a certain air of ease that he didn't want. One could say he didn't really want to feel that at ease around a person like Jyzal. Feeling at ease, acting friendly led to slip ups and since he'd had a grand one already, he had no intentions of pushing for more. "Bless you, my son," he added, stepping out of the confessional himself, and offering that sweet, charming, friendly smile at the male's back, before turning away, hastily walking down the hallways to lock himself into his office and open the files.

It were the pictures Jason checked. The first didn't look familiar and he tossed it aside, nor did the second nor the third one but the last one hit the mark. Alastair Lanavis. The damned brat who had bumped into him, who had walked the bloody painting and the paperwork with it out right in front of his nose. He read through the file, studied the petty crimes and scowled at the papers scattered on the desk before him. Now, how was he going to ensure that he'd get the weapon sketches back where they belonged? Sighing, Jason sank back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. What he needed was something of Alastair's, he decided, something that would make for a little insurance that everything was going to go by splendidly. The question was what and how would he go by getting his hands on it? Surely he couldn't try to use someone like Jyzal again.

He needed to review the contact list, he decided, fishing his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through the names.

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“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.”

Elias' tongue clicked against his teeth and he shook his head. Attitude. He hated that damned attitude enough that he wanted to crush it under his damned boot right about now. Normally, he might have appreciated it a lot more but now, the more he got it, the more it ticked him off. "Actually, it's in your best interests to do whatever I tell you to do, otherwise, I'll have to hurt you and make you do things that I want you to do." It went without any extra explanations that Elias was serious. It were the hasty explanations that made him frown lightly and lift his gaze to Christopher again. "I'll deal with you later," he notified, flickering his gaze back down at the younger male. He straightened up immediately when Alastair stood and even faster, he had his own gun drawn out of reflex, nothing else.

Frowning at the stranger, he ignored his vibrating phone and tucked it back once he was sure there were no weapons he could see immediately. "That still leaves me with a few problems." Elias noted, looking over the guy and trying to figure out if any gunshots might have hit him. No. He was good, other than an apparently injured leg, judged by the way he was holding it. That made two of them, he realized, when he looked at Christopher and resisted an irritated grumble. "Firstly, I would really like to know what the guy who ran off looked like. Secondly, I have a little problem in my hands because since you're here and all, you're a witness and I don't like witnesses that much. Chris likes them even less. So I think I'll still get my boys, just in case you decide that you'd like to talk to someone about it."

Until then, however, Elias wasn't so sure. The kid was not at fault, he'd believe that because he seemed genuinely shaken up. However, like he'd said, he still didn't like witnesses and the guy still knew something that could be useful to him. "Let's do this civilly, I'll take you to my house, let you sit around, offer you coffee, call you a doctor, maybe, and you'll tell me all about the guy who threw those things at you and solemnly promise that you won't squeak a little word to any uniforms or I will send one of my boys to kill you, kill your family, and probably kill your pet cat as well." Elias shrugged his shoulders with a broad grin, "Sounds like a great plan, eh?" What could he say, if the kid wasn't the one he was looking for, he wasn't eager to utilize his men to get rid of a brat, loud or not.

"I like that plan," Chris supplied, glaring at the other male. There was no doubt that he'd love to be the one to whack the little rat.

Elias huffed, "No one asked you. You're becoming replaceable as well," he warned, fishing his phone out of his pocket to check the text he'd gotten while giving the boy a moment to think. 'I was so looking forward to it. And I'll even pretend I'm interested. My man caught the wrong rodent. Some cocky kid. He did see him, though. I'm looking forward to hearing all the details about the guy.' Even the tone of Elias' texts changed a little because bloody hell, Elias was about as pissy as a dragon on PMS.

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Jeez, it was better if Jason saved a few breath saying 'Jy-zal' instead of 'Mis-ter-Sil-ver-stone' anyway. Jyzal held back the small snicker as he walked out on the 'Bless you, my son', mind already focused on his next task. His cellphone was still tracking the ship Nikolai's stuffs were being smuggled in, and he was being sent a notification every three minutes through his cellphone. He cleared out the previous dozens of notifications with a few swipes and set the tracker to 5 minutes. He was that paranoid, yes. Even if the little notifications only showed a green check to indicate that the ship was safely sailing, Jyzal had to know.

In the middle of clearing the icons, his phone vibrate once to indicate a text from Elias. Jyzal quietly clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he swiped, 'Psh, I can't just snap pictures of clients. There are some protocols. I wasn't even suppose to talk about them, but oh well. He really is hot, though. And he's got this sexy little way of saying 'Bless you, my son'. Oh babe, he'd sound hot reciting the bible. Your men suck. How many people do you have breaking into your house giving you bloody parts of deceased animals, Elias?'

Afterwards, Jyzal hailed a taxi, deciding to stop by the 'legal company' Alex was hiding his work behind. HBN Equitable, an insurance company that was legit enough to hide that the floors and ceilings weren't quite as filled as they appeared, hiding a few million's dollars worth of drugs and illegal toys inside the 25-story building. There wasn't much he had to do except sign in to indicate he dropped by and speak to a few higher-ups to indicate that he was interested in aiding the company again, with conditions that he'd spoken privately to Alex about. Mainly useful information about where certain stocks were going and a few potential investor that Jyzal could fairly easily sway to Alex's side. Useless tidbits of information, useless, meaningless tasks Jyzal was doing to pass time instead of nervously waiting for the shipment to arrive.

Caught up in the meetings and discussions, it was nearly* noon before Jyzal picked up his cellphone again to check his texts again. Oh yes, and food. He should get food, sometime. Unless he felt like scouting HBN's cafeteria or the manager's snack rooms.

'Current' time for Jyzal: 11:45PM ish.
Because I really am this a**l about time matching up close enough and everything, brr. Jyzal's not going to do much other than text Elias, chill at HBN, do Nikolai's stuff (9PM that night), then visit Jason at night, though. Maybe we can focus on Alastair/Elias until time's align again? Or do you want me to edit it so they can text meanwhile?