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Another day, another assignment. There was always something on that board, be it clearing out a pack of Grimm, to lending a hand with recovery teams, or in this particular case, tracking down a known fugitive and bring him in for questioning. Aiden Pearce, huh? Not exactly a colorful name, but who was he to judge? Now all that was left was to find the man, which was proving to be easier said than done, since there seemed to be no record of the man even existing.

Aiden had just finally deemed it safe enough to return to the public after a long year of hiding away in run down apartment buildings just outside of Chicago. He hadn’t liked the idea of reuniting with the old gang members he’d grown up with and it had proven more difficult than he’d originally anticipated, being forced to run errands the same way he’d been made to do nearly three decades before.

Take-out meals and cold coffee that he had no means of warming up, had taken a toll on his palette, and he could feel the effects on his body as it yearned for something with more substance.

The world seemed to finally be thawing; Spring finally just around the corner. The foliage that had frozen under the snow and now begun to rot in the warmer weather left a sweet smell in the air, so long as one remained far from the rural section of town, where Aiden found himself now, his nostrils flaring as the pungent smell of dog fesces carried everywhere.

He’d just left the tiny apartment he’d been holed up in for months, and was eager to get to his car and away from the smell, but despite his desperation to go, something felt off. The run down, heavily rusted stationwagon sat a mere ten yards from where he stopped, looking over his shoulder for a moment, the feeling of someone’s eyes on him making him increasingly uncomfortable.

Aiden couldn’t help but laugh. “Bedbug? Tch. Tyrone wouldn’t know the first thing about how to find anything not covered in condiments, and I haven’t spoken to him since I took out his cousin, Iraq. Your phony stories need some work.”

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, one eyebrow furrowed in the other’s direction, and twirled his keychain around his middle finger, subtly flipping off the stranger as he readied himself to move back in the direction of the car he was anxious to trade in.

“And you’ll have to be more specific. I do a lot of… Work. But if it’s causing you problems, that’s not my problem.”

“Hey, can’t blame a guy for trying.” Victen replied, “And that’s uncalled for, that is. Extremely rude. Anyway, back to the point.” He remained where he was. His searching had made it very clear the man was, despite his age, a powerhouse. Extendable baton, and more than a few unlicensed firearms. He was in no hurry to start a firefight.

“Look, we’ve heard about the ctOS here in Chicago and the shenanigans you got up to with it a year ago. We had something similar happen back home. I misspoke earlier. When I said ‘your work’, I meant that the two cases, what you did a year ago and what happened to us, have a shocking number of similarities. I was sent to find you and ask you to help us. You’ll be given lodgings, food, amenities, whatever you need to help us track down who did this and bring them to heel.”

Uncalled for? Aiden couldn’t figure out what the guy was talking about. He was dead serious about both points, and shrugged as he listened to the younger guy continue.

Food, a place to stay... “Well I would certainly hope amenities were included. Even the last boarded up motel I stayed in offered a bathroom and breakfast,” he said dryly. Yet there was no mention of pay, and Aiden, though not the slightest bit hard up for cash, didn’t work for free.

“So, ignoring the fact that you expect me to do this for basically nothing,” he went on. “I, A, don’t know you from a hole in the ground. And B, can’t be a hundred percent without a doubt that this won’t come back to haunt me in some fucked up way, like everything else I’ve done. So what exactly is in it for me if I, by some strange miracle, agree to help you?”

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Another day, another assignment. There was always something on that board, be it clearing out a pack of Grimm, to lending a hand with recovery teams, or in this particular case, tracking down a known fugitive and bring him in for questioning. Aiden Pearce, huh? Not exactly a colorful name, but who was he to judge? Now all that was left was to find the man, which was proving to be easier said than done, since there seemed to be no record of the man even existing.

Aiden had just finally deemed it safe enough to return to the public after a long year of hiding away in run down apartment buildings just outside of Chicago. He hadn’t liked the idea of reuniting with the old gang members he’d grown up with and it had proven more difficult than he’d originally anticipated, being forced to run errands the same way he’d been made to do nearly three decades before.

Take-out meals and cold coffee that he had no means of warming up, had taken a toll on his palette, and he could feel the effects on his body as it yearned for something with more substance.

The world seemed to finally be thawing; Spring finally just around the corner. The foliage that had frozen under the snow and now begun to rot in the warmer weather left a sweet smell in the air, so long as one remained far from the rural section of town, where Aiden found himself now, his nostrils flaring as the pungent smell of dog fesces carried everywhere.

He’d just left the tiny apartment he’d been holed up in for months, and was eager to get to his car and away from the smell, but despite his desperation to go, something felt off. The run down, heavily rusted stationwagon sat a mere ten yards from where he stopped, looking over his shoulder for a moment, the feeling of someone’s eyes on him making him increasingly uncomfortable.

It had taken a lot of asking, a lot of… shall we say, questioning, and a lot of work, but he had done it. He had tracked Aiden down, and boy howdy, was he a long way from Vale. Truth be told, Victen had never been this far outside the kingdom, and was surprised by the lack of Grimm, and the overall peacefulness of the town he found himself in. It was actually rather pleasant, if not a little bewildering.

Back to the matter at hand. He stepped out from behind the building, his weapon holstered over his shoulder as he spoke up. “Aiden Pearce.” He pointed loosely, “You are a hard man to find, my friend.”

“Not even an hour,” he mumbled to himself. “Was all I asked for. An hour of peace and fucking quiet…”

Aiden turned to greet the voice, shamrock green eyes squinting in the morning sun as he sought out the man who had spoken. He shifted the brim of his cap, and stood completely at ease, a certain arrogance in his stature.

“I tend to make it a point of being hard to find,” he answered, looking over the stranger, his distrust dripping from every word. “Clearly not hard enough. Who ratted me out?”

“I didn’t really catch his name, Bed something or other? Big guy. Very friendly once he took the hint and just told me what I needed to know.” The young man replied, “Look, I’m not here to hurt you, not here to kill you. I’m just here to bring you in for questioning with my people. You’re work has been causing… problems, for lack of a better term, where I come from, and we’re hoping you will be so kind as to help sort it out.”

He could hear the anger in the man’s voice, and the annoyance. He almost felt bad for the guy, but then again, he didn’t really know much about his situation anyway. Didn’t know a whole hell of a lot besides what he had wrung out of the big lug.

Aiden couldn’t help but laugh. “Bedbug? Tch. Tyrone wouldn’t know the first thing about how to find anything not covered in condiments, and I haven’t spoken to him since I took out his cousin, Iraq. Your phony stories need some work.”

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, one eyebrow furrowed in the other’s direction, and twirled his keychain around his middle finger, subtly flipping off the stranger as he readied himself to move back in the direction of the car he was anxious to trade in.

“And you’ll have to be more specific. I do a lot of... Work. But if it’s causing you problems, that’s not my problem.”

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Another day, another assignment. There was always something on that board, be it clearing out a pack of Grimm, to lending a hand with recovery teams, or in this particular case, tracking down a known fugitive and bring him in for questioning. Aiden Pearce, huh? Not exactly a colorful name, but who was he to judge? Now all that was left was to find the man, which was proving to be easier said than done, since there seemed to be no record of the man even existing.

Aiden had just finally deemed it safe enough to return to the public after a long year of hiding away in run down apartment buildings just outside of Chicago. He hadn’t liked the idea of reuniting with the old gang members he’d grown up with and it had proven more difficult than he’d originally anticipated, being forced to run errands the same way he’d been made to do nearly three decades before.

Take-out meals and cold coffee that he had no means of warming up, had taken a toll on his palette, and he could feel the effects on his body as it yearned for something with more substance.

The world seemed to finally be thawing; Spring finally just around the corner. The foliage that had frozen under the snow and now begun to rot in the warmer weather left a sweet smell in the air, so long as one remained far from the rural section of town, where Aiden found himself now, his nostrils flaring as the pungent smell of dog fesces carried everywhere.

He’d just left the tiny apartment he’d been holed up in for months, and was eager to get to his car and away from the smell, but despite his desperation to go, something felt off. The run down, heavily rusted stationwagon sat a mere ten yards from where he stopped, looking over his shoulder for a moment, the feeling of someone’s eyes on him making him increasingly uncomfortable.

It had taken a lot of asking, a lot of… shall we say, questioning, and a lot of work, but he had done it. He had tracked Aiden down, and boy howdy, was he a long way from Vale. Truth be told, Victen had never been this far outside the kingdom, and was surprised by the lack of Grimm, and the overall peacefulness of the town he found himself in. It was actually rather pleasant, if not a little bewildering.

Back to the matter at hand. He stepped out from behind the building, his weapon holstered over his shoulder as he spoke up. “Aiden Pearce.” He pointed loosely, “You are a hard man to find, my friend.”

“Not even an hour,” he mumbled to himself. “Was all I asked for. An hour of peace and fucking quiet...”

Aiden turned to greet the voice, shamrock green eyes squinting in the morning sun as he sought out the man who had spoken. He shifted the brim of his cap, and stood completely at ease, a certain arrogance in his stature.

“I tend to make it a point of being hard to find,” he answered, looking over the stranger, his distrust dripping from every word. “Clearly not hard enough. Who ratted me out?”

First Date (Closed RP - Aiden & Kinasha)

Her excitement was bound to rub off on him if she kept it up, but oddly enough he didn’t find himself minding. He smiled sweetly at her and nodded, leading her to the passenger side of the slate grey Camaro.

“Well, considering you suggested a drink, which I’m all for, by the way,” he said, opening the door and holding it as she got inside. “I thought I’d leave that up to. Just as long as I don’t have to shout over music, anywhere you want is fine.”

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She thanked him for opening the door and slowly got inside the vehicle. Closed up places were in her top five of things she didn’t enjoyed but for some reason being inside his car was actually quite comfortable. Kinasha waited for him to get inside and started to put her seat belt on. Where could they go? Bars were usually so full of people, and she wasn’t a fan of that, or the obnoxiously loud music, she mentally thanked him for letting her choose.

“There is this little club that opened just outside the neighborhood, not sure if you have seen it? I heard it’s very good, serves nice drinks, and the ambient is nice.” She said tugging a stray hair away from her eyes.

Aiden smiled and closed the door, moving around the front of the car to the driver’s side, and sliding himself into his seat. He tossed his phone into the small open console near the stick shift, and fastened his seatbelt almost in unison with Kina.

“I haven’t really been out and about mu-”

The phone buzzed, nearly vibrating itself onto the floor of the car, and Aiden promptly grabbed it and turned it off, muttering a not right now to whomever was trying to contact him.

“Sorry,” he said quietly. He pulled away from the curb slowly and started down the street. “As I was saying, I haven’t been out much since I got back. I’m good at following directions, though, so if you wanna show me how to get there...”

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Another day, another assignment. There was always something on that board, be it clearing out a pack of Grimm, to lending a hand with recovery teams, or in this particular case, tracking down a known fugitive and bring him in for questioning. Aiden Pearce, huh? Not exactly a colorful name, but who was he to judge? Now all that was left was to find the man, which was proving to be easier said than done, since there seemed to be no record of the man even existing.

Aiden had just finally deemed it safe enough to return to the public after a long year of hiding away in run down apartment buildings just outside of Chicago. He hadn’t liked the idea of reuniting with the old gang members he’d grown up with and it had proven more difficult than he’d originally anticipated, being forced to run errands the same way he’d been made to do nearly three decades before.

Take-out meals and cold coffee that he had no means of warming up, had taken a toll on his palette, and he could feel the effects on his body as it yearned for something with more substance.

The world seemed to finally be thawing; Spring finally just around the corner. The foliage that had frozen under the snow and now begun to rot in the warmer weather left a sweet smell in the air, so long as one remained far from the rural section of town, where Aiden found himself now, his nostrils flaring as the pungent smell of dog fesces carried everywhere.

He’d just left the tiny apartment he’d been holed up in for months, and was eager to get to his car and away from the smell, but despite his desperation to go, something felt off. The run down, heavily rusted stationwagon sat a mere ten yards from where he stopped, looking over his shoulder for a moment, the feeling of someone’s eyes on him making him increasingly uncomfortable.

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