location: Camden Market date: 09 february time: mid-afternoon [open starter]
He hadn’t even really come to a stop on purpose. It was more because of Ambrose. They’d been running along the Lock as they liked to, a little afternoon jog as normal, when Ambrose had come to a complete stop near the food stands in Camden Market, refusing to move from a spot near a Mexican stand. And while Augustus had to admit that it smelled delicious, he wasn’t going to break his diet for shitty Mexican food.
“You can’t eat nachos, you’re a bloody dog,” he said to his pug, picking him up and giving him a scratch behind his ear. He didn’t get far, though, before his phone started vibrating wildly in his pocket. He pulled it out, a little annoyed about being interrupted on his run, when he always gave express orders not to, only to see text upon text upon text. Notifications from associates, questions, confusion.
Have you seen the article? How did that kid get our shit?! You’ve gotta do something about this, Rookwood.
A few taps of his phone screen and he found exactly what they were talking about easily enough. FIFTEEN YEAR OLD DETAINED FOR ALLEGED IMPERIX POSSESSION. A fifteen year old. How the hell had that even happened? He was just as confused as all of his associates seemed to be. And this was about the last thing he felt like dealing with at the moment.
“Fuck.”