@localwebslingers asked: “And how much are they paying you to ‘return’ me?” (from in hiding mcu!peter)
He didn't need to check his phone to be certain: this was the face in the contract, and this was exactly why he had come himself. Not the full reason, of course, because he was a busy man, but he wanted to see New York for himself before committing his forces to what had been called public security and felt more like enforcement.
And unlike most people in this business, Tarre Vizsla had the kind of skills that lent themselves to figuring out uncomfortable truths. And to finding people as well, all in all.
"It is," Tarre admitted, before making a choice and removing the mask that not only identified him as an operative of Mandalore Co. but also allowed him to blend in with his people, "quite the sum."
He didn't know if the young man would recognize him, of course, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the gesture, the sign of non-aggression.
"Which is what concerns me." He went on, not approaching, not threatening. "I have read your file, and all they gave me on you. The bounty does not seem proportionate."
Of course, he could already feel something unusual about him, but the song that was nature itself speaking to Tarre did not yet chant of a warning beyond what was to be expected.
And Tarre was a bit of an idealist, which was only an option because he had the means to enforce it when he needed to.
"I haven't yet signed the contract to bring you in." He revealed, matter-of-factly. "So this is your chance to convince me not to."
