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Emer nodded in reply, and drew the hod of his cloak back over his head, to hide his identity from any other knights that might recognize him. He took one last look at his surroundings before starting towards the nearest airship station. It would be a long trip, provided that they were even able to leave during the beginnings of a war.

((Exit: Ater Nox))

Damian chuckled, lucky as ever. Thank god Mr. black was here offer work. "Well you know, I usually take all jobs via my secretary." Now smiling and a little more relaxed than previous he got up slowly still holding his hands up in a non hostile stance, one could never be too careful. Damian sat down on the table next to Mr. Black. "So, Mr. Black, why would this Agency require my services. If I'm allowed to ask?" Damian laid his hands on the table staring at the man with intrigue and general thankfulness that his life wouldn't end today, well not yet anyway.

Enter! Dragon of the Wastes!; -- The blast of a departing ship's horn reverberated over his entirety, but he gave no sign of it as he finished the transaction with his own transportations captain. A firm handshake given after the exchanging of money, an eerie smile playing on his lips - and his stare lingering unnervingly long. The morning was crisp despite the time of year, but not as icy as the features which returned to their original placement as Chance walked away - followed in an orderly fashion by three very swarthy looking fellows dressed in a fashion similar to whom they followed.

Footsteps were heavy and carried with great purpose as he walked down the nearly deserted avenues of the city. Chance himself had changed much in the time he had been away - but so had he accomplished many necessary tasks. His frame was much more lean than it had been the last time he'd been in the over extravagant city, and his complexion much lighter, but he looked no less dangerous - perhaps more so than in months passed, a new fire kindled within him after the attack. Head was - for the time being was wrapped in a dark shemagh, the only exposed area around his eyes covered by those signature round lensed sunglasses.

The hot air from his lungs expelled through the material, causing a steaming effect around his head every time he exhaled. The rest of his attire was much more plain than the clothes he had worn the last time he was there - merely rags by comparison, tied at the waist by a some similar cotton-like material as a makeshift belt. Feet were adorned by light woven sandals, Over it all was a long coat of drab green - acting as a buffer from prying eyes to the weapons concealed beneath.

There was no break in stride as he made his way to the hotel that had been specified by his forward scouts in the city. It was no time before he was walking up to the imposing symbol of opulence. His own men finally closed the gap between him and began with a delta defense formation - pushing the doormen aside, and doing likewise to coral the clerks who tried to stop them - to make sure they understood some things.

When all was said and done he had one man in the lobby and two in the elevator as it made it's ascent to the floors above. The inside of the elevator was eerily quiet, only the sound of the gears and mechanisms driving them upward until the familiar tone of reaching their destination sounded. It wasn't long before those now spidery looking fingers wrapped at the room he'd been waiting to reach. The men all stood in silence, like predators ready to pounce at any moment - not a very settling sight when coming unannounced.

Confrontation in the Urban Jungle; -- As the seconds passed without reply, that all encompassing feeling of the world closing in around him settled into Chance, that something was awry - especially knowing who awaited him behind the door. Head canted to the side and forward as if to listen for any noise from within, and inspecting the door which blocked further investigation. "Knock, knock." The whisper filtered through the mask, barely audible, like a shout in a sandstorm. Then a sudden bestial jolt shot through the otherwise calm looking man - right foot catching the door in the lower right, causing it to spring suddenly open.

He strode forward with a great confidence, filling the doorway as he entered into the yet unknown room and it's dangers. Eyes darted around the room in the brief window caused by a sudden entrance, almost feral in his purpose. Eyes caught sight of a single man, who seemed unprepared for the encounter, which rang alarm bells in his head immediately. Every muscle was tense with preparation as his eyes caught an unfamiliar pattern of footprints in the carpet of the luxurious room - too heavy to be regular.

Almost as soon as his eyes registered this to his brain, a ferocity surged through his body to propel his left leg forward and kick at the yet unknown entity. Though fierce, the attack was controlled and had purpose while his men shot in through the doorways and lined up in a timely matter, quickly exposing impressive looking rifles. "Is this how you Agency scum say hello where you're from?" The words came surprisingly controlled, only accentuated by the force of the kick near the end, where he exerted himself.

The silence was broken by a faint whisper, two words, barely audible through the wooden mass of the hotel room door. Though quiet, they held as much weight as the impact to the door that flung it open. Ben was prepared for this, and his hidden figure stood still, silently watching as the man that kicked open the door entered the room. He inspected the tall brute, mere inches away from him, while slowly raising his sword in front of him to cut down the force that had intruded on his work.

The man looked more like a terrorist than anything, his facial features hidden beneath wrapped cloth, and eyes obscured behind those familiar circular shades...

'Wait, circular shades?'

Before he could react to the sudden realization, a large booted foot connected with Ben's chest, driving the air from his lungs, and sending his invisible form straight back into the table where had had just been sitting moments earlier. The table, though fine in its design, did little to cushion the force of Ben's traveling body. In fact, the table displayed its lack of stability by snapping in several places, and turning over onto its side.

Stunned, the Agency Assassin tried to breathe with great difficulty, and slowly brought himself to his feet with a cough. Steadying himself on the remains of the table with his right hand, he reached up with his left hand and pulled down his cloth mask, and retorted to the sarcastic remark that had followed the kick. "Is this how a b*****d gangster and his dogs treat their hosts where you're from?" As he spoke, the magical veil that cloaked himself dissipated, revealing his hooded figure. He stared at the man for a moment, not bothering to further acknowledge the men at his side. Glaring at him, Ben strode forward, stopping mere inches from the brawny figure that could only be Chance Godfrey. He had to look up to stare into the circular shades Chance wore, for the man towered over him. Ben, however, looked completely unfazed by the size difference.

His lips were almost curled into a snarl, and his gaze was as sharp as the dagger strapped to his thigh. For a long moment, he just glared at Chance. The snarl, however, began to twist into a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"We gotta quit meeting like this." he said, allowing a grin to spread over his face, before embracing Chance into a hug that told everyone in the room that these two were close friends.

((Ugh I want to reply to this so bad. But my roomies are having a pre-wedding shindig. I will post later this evening, after everything calms down.))

The grin that had once had a life of its own turned into more of a subtle thing as Ben took in Chance's unfamiliar appearance. Curious thoughts swam through his head, as Chance questioned him.

"Same as always, sparking wars and influencing their ends. You know how it goes." He said, a smirk once again playing on his lips. Truth be told, the blonde haired assassin had pondered the whereabouts of his crime lord friend, though he purposely chose not to use his resources to locate him. Knowing Chance, the man probably had a fair enough reason to disappear as he did.

Suddenly aware of Damian's presence, Ben glanced toward the thief. "Fortunately for you, Damian, Chance isn't one to partake in forced sodomy." He followed up the statement with a hearty, yet short lived chuckle. "Chance here, happens to be Thesaurum's most notorious gangster.." he relocated his gaze back to Chance. "..and my most trusted friend."

As Ben spoke, he was acutely aware of Chance's mannerism as the gangster gazed at Damian with a dangerous stare. He shook his head, and clapped Chance on his right shoulder with his left hand. "Easy, you're looking at the Agency's newest talent!" He spoke with enthusiasm, and grinned at Damian. Turning his gaze back to Chance, he inspected him with curious eyes. "So what has my old friend been getting himself into these days? Nothing too insane, I hope?" Ben knew Chance, and knew what the crime lord was notorious for getting himself into. The new appearance of him made Ben wonder what Hells the man had traveled through to make him look so different.

Damian exhaled loudly scratching the back of his head nodding at the guards as they took their post. He'd just met probably the two most influential people in the entire underworld while hungover and in nothing more than boxers and t-shirt. He felt a little under dressed. But in his defense they had showed up unannounced. "Well that's good news I've become very good at my craft to avoid that potential sodomy." Damian moved very slowly retrieving his pants from the bed. Listening to the little conversation. He sat at the foot of the bed once again, it was the best seat in the house. Damian listened intently to the man's words, studying his physique. This man seemed like an interesting fellow and someone not to cross. Damian chuckled and put a hand over his heart acting wounded by the man's stark remark. It seemed this Chance fellow was short on praise and full of ambivalence. Although Damian took it well, he was confident in his abilities even the great and powerful Chance's words wouldn't shake that. "I wished you guys had called ahead, I could have cleaned the place up for you maybe made some coffee?" He looked over to Chance "Maybe whip up some souls of the unborn if that's more to your liking."