@springtwirling for one (1) Raphael Aetos
There was something strangely hypnotic about watching the water traffic on the Thames. Fishermen taking off from the locks to apply their trade in the less polluted portions of the waters, clean up crews and their eternal quest to keep the river as clean as possible, an idle jet skier or two—though John was sure that had to be the police. It was why he had been idling along the concrete border just a block off of one of the lifeboat station stops in the first place.
Snuffing a cigarette into the border top, he waited for the boat to stop at the steps and counted to ten before moving. Quickly, though close enough to still hear what was being spoken and yet not enough to be noticed as anything more than a guy who seemed to be taking a break from a walk. He was beginning to hate the kind of favors that were getting cashed in nowadays, straining a little to catch what was being said. Though, one thing did catch his attention…
“Fourth cargo this week that’s been cleaned outta the expensive shite…” A frown. “Well, that can’t be normal.”












