task 009 @aaronherzog
The order was given to interrogate. All fine and dandy for Maddox. He and his best friend Luc used to do so fairly regularly. On their ship, and on the island when needed. A go-to team. They were equally heartless and exceptionally immovable. They could speak to each other with a look. Knew intimately how their motives and expressions were intertwined without betraying their actions by speaking a word out loud. The language of friends-- not acquaintances, but brothers bonded by life. So comfortable in the skin of each other and girded on a shared skeleton built over years together. The type of friendship that, once Luc had been captured and murdered under an unrecognized royal law, would never be replaced.
So Maddox was solo at dusk at the top of the cliffs. There was no one at his side to cast a premeditated sideways glance at. No one to see Maddox’s calculated kick of a stone off the 60 foot drop.
Except Aaron Herzog.
Who had been sent for promptly after the order had been given. Memory was a powerful weapon and the pirate proceeded as if his old friend was beside him. “Ever been up here before, Aaron?” He called out, slowly closing the distance between them.
