Fourth House Hounds| Terri + Lysander
It wasn’t her normal kind of work, but it looked to pay well.
Terri’s networking had picked up a few interesting, but different, jobs as of late. Some were no-gos, out of the country work. One looked too much like a catfish, a job in Russia paying more than anyone would ever offer, looking for guards to some new company?
‘Нет.’ She wasn’t stupid. And even if it was real, no amount of money in the world would make her want to go back there.
So, she’d looked and looked, and eventually, her next gig dropped into her lap. Some media man, looking for a bodyguard. Preferably someone with a good rep for sticking to the work. Her reputation had landed her a recommendation, it seemed.
Now, dressed in a slightly more formal attire than her norm, and sans her helmet, Terri was headed for the rendezvous point. It was a mid-ranged bar, well known for being a media hangout. Safe, secure, but dark and slightly dingy in that endearing, old-world way.
They’d had some light conversation prior. Purely digitally. Negotiations of pay, hours, some duties. Terri’d gone over the information about this “Lysander” with a fine tooth comb. Well-to-do, but not incredibly so. Harsh at times. Reputation for being not the most personable. Hardly a saint.
Perfect kind of gig. Keep my distance, watch his back, should be alright.