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Permanence was an illusion, and Ash had embraced that fact long ago. Her favorite thing about the underbelly of criminal humanity was that everyone understood that, it was an unspoken agreement. That they would all turn on each other if loyalty wasn’t beneficial anymore, that they would flutter in and out of contact from their allies and friends and lovers. Social consistency wasn’t necessary as long as you were good at what you did. She’d had a job that had taken her to Denmark for a time, and then a little run through Italy stealing some priceless artifacts, leaving a few bodies in her wake just for the fun of it. She was on interpol’s radar now, or at least one of her old aliases was, and this delighted Ash to no end. Being a nuisance to the whole entire world was practically a goal.
She was back on familiar streets though. Not her own, no she’d gone right from the airport to Hal’s current abode. He always had the good gossip after all, and she liked to know if there were any new players in the field, any potential employers with bad track records that should be avoided. Ash didn’t knock, she never did. She waited till Hal left the premises and snuck her way in, well versed in how to get around his impressive security system. When he returned she was waiting for him at his dining table, having helped herself to a bottle of wine and a lovely plate of chicken parmesan.
“The decor here never changes,” she muses as she delicately pats at her lips with a napkin. The lack of a decisive insult is the warmest greeting Ash is capable of and Hal is one of the few who gets such allowances. “Not that it’s a terrible interior, but for once I’d like to walk in here and not know where everything.”