@asymptomxtic / @ofenemies
“Again?”
The handler looked at the two men who just came back from what was supposed to be a simple job, get what the information and files they need. No need for unnecessary violence or blood. A hand raised to the bridge of his nose as he exchanged a look with Kent who was sitting across the room, a book on his knee, throwing a look to the handler.
“I’ll take care of it.” This was his reply, a faint smirk on the corner of his lips when he read the disappointed of his right hand, before his attention switched back to the two men before him. “Find Yoruichi and get yourselves cleaned up, tell him to send someone to the koban to sort out this mess.” He’d rather avoid having anyone spending another night with the policemen, they end to be ruthless and clingy to say the least. The two men left after addressing several bows, thanks and words of apology.
Greaves was tapping his fingers on the table, processing the news, planning a head the last-minute meeting that will have to happen. Meeting, more like an unplanned visit, one that maybe wouldn’t be welcome from the other party, he was expecting his right hand would have a thing or two to say about his decision to handle it on his own. Kent was still there, nose back in his book, probably waiting for his next move. Standing up, the handler took his suit jacket, resting it on his arm and grabbed his backpack, moving towards the door, and whispering something to the other man as he walked past him. A grin on the foreigner’s lips, a simple nod and he let Greaves leave without a word.
The intel they had gather on Makishima were thin, Greaves could recognise a cautious man and one who clearly had an eye on similar affairs than the handler. The man didn’t mind the competition, but any obstacles which could slowdown his endeavour would have to get sorted in a diplomatic or by force. Obviously, he’d rather not have to push to this extend and if clearly his men got roughed up and others arrested, it seemed the other also lost a couple of men to the police and other were more unfortunate to scatter with a few missing tooth. Clearly a brawl between the two group wasn’t necessary and the handler was hoping the other would agree, since it was only recently that they came in each other’s path. After trying a couple of addresses, Greaves finally found the bar where its seems he had been expected. The other man probably heard about the fight and figured if the handler wanted to find him, he would.
“Good evening.“ Greeted the handler with a bow before raising himself back up. “I’m Matsura Greaves, information the other probably had, but he wasn’t a man to skip official presentation. We finally meet in person.”