Thomas has a Price

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[hiistiger]

Sebastian shrugged. “Low blows are what make my job a lot less boring. Not that it really is, but sometimes talking to pricks can get old.” He really should stop antagonizing the man. After all, he hasn’t gotten what he needs yet. “I’ll agree with you about trust, thought.” He took a sip of his own beer and smiled at Thomas’ reaction. At least he didn’t have any delusions of grandeur, apparently wanting to remain at the bottom of the heap. Safer for him, probably. “Gladly. You seem to know the most important bits if you’re reacting like that.” Taking another sip of his beer before asking, he went right into it. “I need to know if you’ve heard anything about someone named Sherlock. If you’ve dealt with him at all.”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“I know exactly what you mean.” Tom smiled. Truthfully, it didn’t bother him too much, hell he could hardly complain about insults, given he loved poking at people, still, he couldn’t resist a jab of his own, “They’re usually employees. Sometimes I think their bosses just send them my way to get rid of them for a while.” he grinned, sipping at his drink. He nodded, “Yeah, important guy, your boss, he seems to have his fingers in a lot of non-specific, highly illegal pies. Speaking of fingers, I’d prefer to keep mine, not knowing anything about major players like him is a good way to do that.” he tilted his head, “That detective bloke? He's led a bit of a public life lately, thanks to his flatmate’s little online diary. I read it myself sometimes, I love a good mystery.” he shook his head, “I’ve not dealt with him directly, no. He gets his information from a group of homeless people he’s employed, and as for drugs...” he tilted his head, “Well he comes to this neighbourhood. There’s a place a couple of blocks north that he frequents. Shit prices and crap product over there, but some people have no sense of taste.”

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Pickpocket with thomashasaprice

Silva had only been back in England for a couple of weeks. He had avoided it for obvious reasons. Unfortunately there was only so much one could do remotely. Recruiting was most definitely not one of those things. Silva needed look a man in the eye to fully judge his character. 

This endeavor had brought him to a less than savory part of London for a rendezvous with a club owner. The meeting had gone well and he was about to call one of his men to come pick him up from the corner of the street when he felt someone brush past him. 

With an amused surprise, Silva noticed that the guy had tried to pickpocket him. The situation was so bizarre he was not even angry. Most people sensed a predator from a far and would give him a wide berth, but apparently not this person. 

With a fast reflex he had clasped his hand around the man’s wrist in vice like grip and turner, giving the shorter man a once over. “Now what do we have here?” he asked, treating the man to a dangerous grin of pearly white, artificial teeth.

[thomashasaprice-blog]

It had been a fairly slow day for Thomas. Not much was happening around the city that deserved his attention and given it was mid-week, only his most loyal customers had needed anything, so he decided to take a walk, see what he could see, perhaps nick a few watches. It was around midday when he leaned against the wall of one of the better kebab shops in the area, scanning for easy targets. He soon spotted a man who looked completely out of place in his surroundings, exiting the club down the road. It wasn’t unheard of, having some of the more wealthy do business here, but usually the ones who looked that important sent someone else to do their dirty work. In any case, he had his phone in his hand and looked quite distracted, an easy pick. Tom pushed himself lazily off the wall and walked casually down towards the man, brushing past him as he hand went for the man’s pocket. He flinched slightly as he was grabbed, unused to being caught out. Damn. “Nothing, mate.” Tom gave him his best charming smile, seemingly unperturbed by the, frankly creepy, grin he was receiving, “Just welcoming you to the neighbourhood, is all.” he looked down at his hand, “Mind letting go of me? I’m a bit old to need my hand held, I think.” It was starting to hurt a little, but he’d be damned if he admitted that.

[hiistiger]

“You’re right, I’m not. Like I told you, I protect my sources.” He shrugged. “Some people hear things. Some do something about it. Yes, I suppose it is all part of the job, given who told me about you.” He took one of the offered beers readily. “No, not a lone wolf at all. I have to have someone giving orders. Old habit of being a soldier, I guess. I work for Moriarty. You may have heard of him, perhaps not.” It wasn’t too much to give away. Moriarty wanted his name out anyway. “Now can I ask mine?”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

Thomas leaned back and sipped on his beer, “No need for the low blows, mate, it’s just business, nothing personal. Some things just happen to be more important than trust.” he paused, looking back up at the man, “Moriarty?” he repeated. He took a swig of his drink, then set it down on the coffee table, “Yeah, I have heard of him. Er...” he ran a hand through his hair, “But that’s not something I particularly want to get involved in, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me too much about your boss.” he nodded, “Ask away, I’ll try to help as best I can.”

[heretokillyou-archive-deactivat]

“Eton… Fettes…” he rattled off, all too CASUALLY and without HESITATION. There was a beat before he TURNED towards the man, a curl of his lips following a SHRUG. “Hated them both although it hardly matters and it certainly doesn’t mean that I’m lost either.”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“Oh you poor thing.” Thomas said flatly. He studied the man, “Then why are you here? If you’re not lost, then you know exactly where you are. If you’re some trust fund baby or a politician, you could cause a bit of a scandal, wandering around this part of the city. If you need something, I wouldn’t mind taking your money and staying quiet about it. Depending on what you’re here for, that is."

[fortheloveofthestuffed]

“She’s a bitch.” He said with a sigh, “Thank you again for helping me.”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“It’s okay.” Tom shrugged, “I just want to help you buy some stickers, I wasn’t about to hang around for any family conflicts. C’mon.” he headed into a shop nearby

[hiistiger]

“When you’ve had people trying to kill you long enough, the cynicism tends to to become a permanent thing.” Sebastian nodded. “Caution saves lives sometimes. Other times, it’s unnecessary, but at least you’re alive. You probably do. I don’t normally go this tame, but I’d heard some good things, so here I am.” He hoped not to be disappointed. The apartment left a lot to be desired, but he could stand it. He’d been spoiled by some of Moriarty’s more high class contacts. Sebastian surveyed the room, noting exits and windows before taking a seat. “Why not, I’ll take whatever you’ve got.” As long as it wasn’t poisoned, of course.

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“I’m interested to know who told you about me, but I don’t suppose you’re willing to tell me that. I’m pretty good, yeah, I try to keep my head down, but I hear all sorts of stuff. Part of the job, really.” Thomas headed to the kitchen, returning with a couple of open beers. He handed Sebastian one, then sat down across from him, “Right, so, who do you work for? You’re not a lone wolf, someone sent you, or at least, told you to get whatever information I’m about to give you.”

[la-la-la-lines-deactivated20151]

You keep bringing this ‘illegal’ thing up as if it means something to me.

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[shlaguevuk]

[fortheloveofthestuffed]

“Yeah, she doesn’t like my scar, it reminds her of my dad so…yeah.” He said with a sigh, calming down completely. “Sorry about freaking out like that when you’re helping me.”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“It’s fine.” Tom said, shaking his head, “Everyone’s got problems. Who the fuck am I to judge?”

[lukejamesbrandon]

“And quite rightly so. Besides, then I’d have to try find someone else to get drugs off of and most people I can’t imagine being quite so nice,” he replied. “It’s best you stay a very happy chappy.”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

Thomas nodded, “It’d be particularly hard to find anyone being nice to you if they found out you ratted out your old supplier.” he leaned back, “But then I doubt if you ratted me out, you’d be out on the streets for very long.”

[hiistiger]

“It happens. It’s unlikely, but a definite possibility, so y’know, keep your mouth shut. On pain of death and all that.” He didn’t want to scare the man too much, but hopefully this would make him think twice about sharing the details of their meeting. “That’s good.” Sebastian shrugged. “It would be stupid to assume that you’re completely safe to deal with. I like to keep myself intact.” Sebastian turned to follow the man. He didn’t much like going into unknown territory, but as long as he didn’t enter any rooms first, he could prepare himself for anything. “That’s fine. Probably a good idea, too. The street’s pretty open.” Depending on the state of the flat’s windows, they’d still be a target, but slightly less of one.

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“Yep, death, pain, I think I’ve got it.” Thomas nodded, “Christ, you’re not exactly an optimistic bloke, are you?” he headed inside the building, “I s’pose it’s good to be cautious though. Hell, it’s the only reason I’ve survived so long and I’d bet I deal with less dangerous people than you.” he finally got to his door and opened it, walking in first. It was as cheap and depressing as the rest of the building, with old curtains and peeling wallpaper, but it was neat and the furniture was decent. He gestured to the couch, “Have a seat. Want anything to drink? I’m not sure how long you’ll want to talk for, but the offer is there.”

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[heretokillyou-archive-deactivat]

Bond understood fully WELL what the other was talking about but chose instead to DERAIL the conversation by looking at his wrist and back up at the strange male. “Where else do you suggest I wear it? My neck?”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“Well I suppose if it was around your neck, it’d be a bit harder to nick. Still, though, perhaps it’d be best if you didn’t flash it about, unless you want it pinched?” Tom asked, eyeing the other, “You lost? This isn’t exactly the place for blokes with more money than sense. Let me guess, public school?”

[shlaguevuk]

[queintise]

     “Very cute.  I can assume by now you’ve at least attempted to look at it, and considering that you haven’t torn it apart tells me you’re really nothing more than a petty thief.  I can easily get the authorities involved if you don’t want to cooperate, but if you’re going to just hand me snark I can at least return you the favor.  Not only is my laptop password-protected, but that small little sensor beneath the keyboard is a biometric scanner.  It won’t allow anyone but me access.”

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“Well I won’t argue with you, I am pretty cute.” Tom grinned cheekily, “It’s a fair cop, I s’pose.” he moved from his doorway, returning in a few moments with the laptop, “I am sort of surprised you’d be so serious about laptop security though, considering this thing is covered in stickers that look like they came straight out of a pre-teen boy’s room.” he chuckled, holding it out, “Be honest though, you are sort of impressed I managed to nick it in the first place, yeah?”

[hiistiger]

“I wondered if that might be one of your terms. I won’t harm you, and you’ll remain an anonymous source. If someone comes after you because of me, you’ll be dead. No bridges burned, just dead. I’ll volunteer what information seems reasonable to trade. However, if any of this backfires badly and burns me, you will be dead. It’s a warning and a promise. Do not take this lightly and do not consider lying to me. I’ll take the deal, though.

[thomashasaprice-blog]

“Dead?” Tom echoed, then sighed, “So the information you want could get me killed for sharing. Good to know.” he ran a hand through his hair, “I can promise that you’ll be fine. Are you really worried about someone like me? I get the feeling you’re higher on the food chain.” he nodded, “Come with me, I’m not doing this out on the street. You can tell me what you need to know inside.” he nodded towards his flat.