School For Gods (Kamigami no tame no gakkō)

"Because," Miss Marseilles replied without missing a beat, as though she'd been asked that question a hundred times before, "if someone hands you an egg and asks you not to break it, the odds are you won't. But if you could break an egg by thinking about it too hard and doing so would hurt or maybe kill thousands if not millions of people, we'd want to be sure you knew very well the awful consequences of breaking that egg. That's the entire point of this class - my colleague Mr Gunn teaches you how to control your power, while I teach you not only the mechanics but the importance of restricting your power to as manageable levels as possible, without unnecessary property damage or loss of innocent lives. And as to why I tell people their exact levels, they have a right to know. Your own power is in a sub-category - you're what's known as a Illimite - beings who gain or lose power depending on their actions, unlike the power of others who can only be increased through training a. Seeing as you seem reluctant to address the issue, I won't tell you your place on the scale. Is there anything else you'd like to know before I move on with the lesson?"

 

He looked her square in the eyes for a few seconds, before lowering his gaze.
"That's everything." He said in a tone that actual conveyed what he was thinking.
I'd rather not waste time arguing semantics with someone like you.

 

Mikhail began taking off his overcoat, shirt, and pants. decided to even the playing field in the sparring session. Both men stripped down to their underwear was a truly beautiful sight, a sight that even a god would love to behold. They were truly gifted in terms of figure. Mikhail raising his head and preparing for a practice fight he quickly moved in and sweep kicked Gunn, If he dodged. He was already had the backup of tucking and throwing him over his shoulders. "Remember, No holding back. I can control my temper better than ever now."

Luther, Took the abuse from Victor and starting coughing heavily from the smoke being blown in his face. Before Victor could leave he slowly started to stand up. "You're gonna get yours you bastard. One day, You'll fuck with the wrong person and they'll slaughter you." Finally he stood up and slowly started to walk towards Mrs. Marseilles class. Walking in late he expected to get some sort of attitude. but he silently walked in and tried to get to an empty seat before she could notice.

 

Pulling away from the man, she removed his hand from her leg and smirked. The offer that had just been laid out on the table in front of her caught her off guard but slowly began to sound better and better as Sinclair explained the general idea.
"That... actually doesn't sound half bad. You know..." She cleared her throat before continuing. "You just made my job about seventy-five percent easier. Why don't we take this conversation elsewhere? Away from the crowd. I've got an office of sorts up on the second floor of this place and it's out of the way of any potential interruptions. I'm sure you would like this to be as hush hush as I do."
He seemed to be keen on the idea of getting out of the eyes of the general public of the establishment. Pleased with his response, she turned around headed out of the hallway, waiting for Sinclair to follow.

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Ming Yue once again lost track of time while she was out chatting with Theo about things. First day of classes and she had already screwed up once and was well on her way to messing up the next thing in her day. Not knowing how late she already was, she rushed to the next class and caught someone else sneaking into the room. He stuck out like a sore thumb and needless to say, she didn't want to linger in the hall and watch this possible disaster unfold. Taking what she assumed was the best course of action, she shrunk down to her smallest form possible and just kind of wiggled her way into the door through a small gap Luther left from not closing the door all the way.
Now that she was in the classroom, she had another obstacle to tackle. Get to a desk without getting caught for being late. Easier said than done. A few minutes passed until she got into the chair of an empty desk in the back of the room, but she nonetheless got to where she needed to go.

Deciding to make it seem like she was paying attention, she asked the instructor where exactly she was on the scale that was on the board. Knowing that it was a possibility that it would bring attention to her, Ming Yue took a few extra moments to prepare by shifting back to her human appearance then took a deep breath before asking.
"Excuse me? Miss Marseilles, I hope it's not too late to ask about my standings on the scale... if it's too much of a hassle I completely understand and I'll just wait until next time." She could feel her face getting hotter and hotter as most of the eyes in the classroom all turned on her at the same time.
The instructor stared at Ming Yue with a puzzled look on her face almost as if she didn't believe that Ming Yue didn't know her own power.

 

Sinclair smiled slightly. "By all means, lead the way."
He followed at a respectful distance, though what he was looking at negated any respect it showed.
"Has anyone told you that you look just as good from behind as you do from the front?" Sinclair inquired, his eyes following the movement of her derriere as her hips swayed slightly while she walked. "Though havin' said that, I'd still say the front wins for obvious reasons. A couple of 'em, actually."

 

Haldor heard Miss Marseilles and a thought as well as a question popped into his head. He perked up as he looked at the teacher, asking his question.
"Uh, Miss Marseilles, I just have one more question. You've been talking about restricting powers and limiting them to levels where you can't harm anyone or cause any unnecessary collateral damage. Would the same techniques taught in this class be useful for powers that aren't so distructive, like ones where you have a hard time hearing yourself think over a million prayers?"

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Mr. Penton Smiled as he heard Auth's offer. "Thats a pretty generous offer, Auth. A very tempting one too if that." Pention chuckled as he took what appeared to be a business card out of inside pocket ans walked up to Auth with it.
"You do have a point there, we are no ordinary gentleman and that I can't afford any time right now. I only dropped by because it was on the way between appointments. But anyways, I'd like to talk to you a little bit more and maybe get a little more in detail about your plans and your proposal over dinner tonight." Penton showed the business card with a restaurant's name that was signed by Penton. It had the name, Fire Gate on the front depicting a old rot iron gate engulfed in flames. "My 6PM dinner meeting just opened up. Something about him coming down with, oh whats it called? Mnemonic Plague? Anyways it would be a shame to dine alone so come tonight and enjoy what the city's finest has to offer." He handed the card over to Auth. The other side had something else printed on it too. "Dinner guest of Mr. Pention." it was also signed by him as well, but the ink seems to shift into multiple colors as you move it in different ways.
"Go to the Fire Gate tonight at six and give it to the host, you'll be escorted to me. I'm sure we'll have lots to discuss Auth."
And with that he started to walk off towards the door. he looked back and grinned a little.
"After all, this town's been in need for some changes, hasn't it?"

 

Miss Marseilles beamed at both students.
"As an embodiment, and of the destructive force of wrath no less combined with your command of your darling little beasts, your power is a massive 44 on the scale - but!" She raised a finger to emphasize the following point. "You are nowhere near capable of channeling the full strength you possess as you currently are. As a result, your actual, currently existing rating on the scale is somewhere between 32 and 35. As for you," she said to Haldor, "the techniques taught in this class will indeed serve to deal with the non-damaging form of powers. You in particular will require some intense mental training not to mention some disciplinary psyche techniques, which you will undertake with my teaching assistant who is also (aside from the headmistress) the school's resident telepath."
She decided to continue on with the lesson, pressing another button on her desk to reveal three silhouettes - one surrounded by an aura of power, the second firing energy from their hands, and the third getting struck by a bolt of lightning. "As I mentioned earlier, there are three types of super-powered being of which we possess all three in our class. We have here -" she indicated the first aura-wielding figure "-a Persegore, a being whose power simply grows with time regardless of what the user does with it. Given enough time, even the weakest Persegore can double or even triple his place on the Hukong scale through no effort at all, although this does have the drawback of it being impossible to raise by any other method. Next," the energy-firing one, "we have by far the most common type, the Tryker. Trykers can improve the strength of their abilities with training, although this can be debated as to whether "strength" means "force" or "potential applications". Unfortunately again, Trykers have to put in the effort if they want to see their power grow - otherwise it crawls along at a snail's pace compared to the Persegore. And finally -" the lightning strike, "we have the Illimite. Illimites, as I said earlier, acquire power through direct actions and intentions, as opposed to simply waiting around or exercising it. What this means is that if an Illimite is without means of acquiring power, they are naturally weaker than the constantly-advancing Persegores or the flexing Tryker. Given access to power, however... and an Illimite can trump both Persegores and Trykers in how much power they can wield. By their nature, all Embodiments are Illimites, though not all Illimites are Embodiments. Seventh is not an Embodiment, for example - yet, through the mechanic of his ability, through study and the purposeful acquisition of other being's powers, he can eventually become... I can't imagine how strong!" She beamed even more. "Any questions at this point in the class? Only one more thing to teach you after this then it's lunchtime!"

Gunn reached down, grabbed the offending leg, and with a huff flung Mikhail clean over his head sending him rolling along the mats. "I expected better technique from you, Mikhail. I am starting to think you've gone soft. Do not worry - I will send you plenty of beautiful delicate flowers to place on your gravestone after I am finished pounding you into a fine frothy mush!" He charged at Mikhail head on, torso low, keeping his center of mass close to the ground so dislodging him from the attack would prove next to impossible by normal means.

Auth smiled.
"Sounds... intriguing. I'm sure I will enjoy the evening. Farewell, Mr Penton." He placed the card in his jacket pocket and stood up. Eyes watched him leave the chair as he walked towards the bar, and after very smoothly pouring himself a shot of peach shnapps he moved towards Rapscallion, who shot him an insolent glare. The two started talking, Rapscallion looking heated, then quieting down as Anth softly explained something to him. One drinker leaned in to eavesdrop, and Auth's claw pressed so hard against his jugular he half-expected it to pop. Everyone left them alone after that.

 

Mikhail made a quick recovery through rolling on the mat, standing up, he firmly held his place, Gunn running directly into him. He slid back on the mat any dust that was inside stirred and came up. "A charge with strength was always one of your ways of getting people but not me." Remarkably he was standing up. the tiniest amount of anger was in Mikhail, as it was controllable. While Gunns head was low He sent a knee directly into his nose, when Gunn stood up Mikhail sent a riveting punch to his torso, upon impact you could hear the shudder of flesh from each of them if you were In earshot.

Mikhail quickly evaded backwards for any incoming attacks, he was already huffing as withstanding a charge from Gunn was never an easy task to do. But he wasn't gassed yet. Mikhail was being more defensive than usual, as weapons were off limits. "Is that all you've got? What happened to the fearsome Gunn, did old age slow him down?"

 

She silently scoffed at Sinclair's comments about her body. It used to be flattering to her, but the comments just fell on deaf ears as the time passed.
"Well aren't you just the fountain of flattery today, my dear?" Masking her annoyance with false gratitude, she smiled coyly at him over her shoulder.

Exiting the hallway they initially talked in, Sedumere stopped by the bar to request things to be brought up to the office. Before talking to Hugo, the bartender, she noticed two new patrons sitting next to each other knocking back numerous drinks. Placing a hand on the shoulder of the more refined looking of the two, she extended a short greeting, "Ah, two new faces. Welcome. I apologize for this short introduction, but I promise you that I am more than happy to chat with the two of you after I finished my business at hand." She smiled and leaned over the bar to tap the bartender who turned to see what was needed.

"What can I help you with, Sedumere?" He took out a pad of paper and a pen to make sure that he set aside what she needed.
"That bottle of liquor we had opened for Mr. Sinclair earlier, I would like for you to have someone run that up with a bucket of ice and two tumblers to my office in fifteen minutes. No more, no less."
"Of course, my dear. No more, no less." Hugo quickly jotted it down and turned away to take care of the empty glasses of other patrons.

After that was all taken care of, the two possible business associates continued their trek to the office on the second floor but she stopped short watching the new Kingpin exerting his power yet again. Frustrated at the unnecessary act of violence, she grabbed his arm and pulled him close to her face, "My darling Anth... I expect there to be no more blood spilled tonight. I vowed to stop that earlier when you went on your rampage this morning. I will let this slip, but if I get word of more deaths tonight, I will not hesitate to outline my expectations for you. This is not only a meeting house for this syndicate but it's also my own personal establishment that is open to the public. I never thought I'd have to hear myself tell a grown man this, but please try to behave yourself while I'm out."
Letting him go, she grabbed his glass and took a few sips from the drink he poured himself moments before their confrontation.

She turned to Sinclair before they finally continued on their way to her office, "I do apologize for stopping every so often. Sometimes my duties as a business owner need to be addressed. But without any further complications, we can finally discuss what needs to be discussed. The elevator is this way. Unless you'd like to take the stairs."

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Hearing the news of where she ranked on the scale, Ming Yue refused to believe she was that strong. An embodiment? What was the teacher talking about? Not sure about what to do, she just quietly sat at her desk anxiously waiting for class to end. She thought that she would've been okay with her supposed rating mentioned to the whole class, but all eyes were on her. Not to mention, she could swear that there were students talking abut her behind her back.

 

He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and placed one between his lips.
"Not at all, love. I've got nothin' but time." he replied, lighting up his cigarette. He tilted his head to one side, taking a puff with a look of understanding on his face.
"You're floggin' a dead horse tryin' to intimidate that Anth fella. I know the type. Intellectual, manipulative and ruthless. Kinda guy that wants the world in his palm his hand and knows how to get it."
Sinclair then began twirling a playing card in his hand again. "But then again, if you break a few of his limbs, I'm sure he'd be plenty intimidated. May even wet himself. Now that would be priceless!"

 

She softly laughed, "It's far too early to start breaking limbs on him. You and I both know that."
Pressing the button for the private elevator, Sedumere took out a cigarette of her own and asked Sinclair for a light. They stood in silence for a couple moments until it was interrupted by the ding of the elevator to let its presence be known to whoever wanted to use it. "Shall we?" She extended an arm out, ushering him in first.

Within a few short moments, they were standing inside her office and sitting across from each other on plush couches only separated by a coffee table with a single ashtray sitting in the middle of it. The atmosphere felt more relaxed than what it was in the bar downstairs, making it seem to be easier to talk business. Crossing her ankles and sitting back in her chair, Sedumere cleared her throat and smiled, "So, darling... you said you may have a solution to my pest problem? Consider me a very interested woman."

 

"Age has no effect on me, Mikhail - my body is merely attempting to lessen the kicking of your weak, pasty and flabby behind of a natural sense of mercy!" Gunn spat a mouthful of blood and moved forwards, drawing back his right arm for a punch - before revealing his feint by grabbing Mikhail's neck with his left hand and, hooking his leg round his opponent's, drove all of Mikhail's considerable body weight straight into the mat. "THE KEY WORD THERE IS "ATTEMPTING"!" Gunn grunted like an enraged boar as he slammed his shoulder against Mikhail's chest, cutting off his wind. If a passerby had been watching, they would have not been blamed for attempting to stop the fight there, but both men knew that this was playtime for them - in a real fight, especially considering the disadvantage Gunn usually fought with (super-powered opponents) the fight wouldn't be an elongated wrestling match, more a question of who messed up first. The way the fight was progressing now, both men could have easily ended the other ten times over, which is why Mr Emate walked past the door, paused, checked to see they were still playing nicely, then went on his merry way.
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Anth chuckled, long and darkly at Sedumere's threat. He had no plans of spilling anyone's blood, rather wasteful - every man would be needed.
He twirled the key in a figure of eight around his fingers as he checked his watch. He would need time to set up the operation, so he may as well take the time to formulate the most important parts in a practical sense.
"Nice key," Rapscallion whistled, reaching out to touch it. Anth immediately moved his hand down to the table, trapping the key in his fist. "Do. Not. Touch."
Rapscallion rolled his eyes. "Alright... jeez, key to your smut stash or what?" Anth glared at him but only slightly. "As a matter of fact, no. This key is what will allow me to defeat the Gods. So forgive me for keeping it away from irresponsible youths like yourself."
Rapscallion ignored the jibe. "So, going to explain to me exactly how the key stops the Gods? Is it... is it the key to THEIR smut stashes?!"
Anth resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "No. Now, do you remember what I told you?" Rapscallion waved his hand. "Yeah yeah, you want me to enroll at the school, act all nice and friendly to everyone, real Boy Scout. You didn't tell me what came next." Anth let a tiny fraction of a grin slip through. "No sense of suspense, I see. I will tell you that part of the role when it becomes relevant - should my plan fail and one of their telepaths get a good read on you the less you can tell them the better."
Rapscallion conceded the point. "So what's your story? And tell me, how exactly are you so confident that this is going to work? I'd call you insane, but I want to live for the moment."
"Clever boy." Anth sipped his shnapps, then looked up at the ceiling.

"I used to work with the Gods. One God, actually - Professor Emate. The man is a genius. Gifted beyond measure, miles ahead of any other mind of this millennia both in terms of ability and scope. But he was also a cold, calculating, thieving liar." Anth's fist clenched just a tad. "I discovered something while working as his lab assistant. I thought it would be my rise to scientific immortality. In today's age, it would have been the greatest discovery imaginable. I would have been renowned as the world's leading authority on my discovery, using it to change the world so completely that you wouldn't recognize it if it happened tomorrow." He returned his gaze to the boy's and his eyes were red. "He refused to let me display what I had found. I - not he, he who had been bumbling around his lab neglecting even the most basic tests on it. But when I discovered it he took it from me. Refused to give it to me, and locked it inside one of his first genetic-lock boxes, and then he locked that inside a cryoshard safe." Seeing the look of perplexion on Rapscallion's face, he deigned to explain. "A cryoshard safe is a miniature vault made up of thousands upon thousands on tiny perpetually-frozen cells that leech warmth out of everything they touch. Any unauthorized attempt to get in would result in the cell reaching absolute zero, and anything inside the safe would turn to dust instantly - and Emate was never a man to dream of damaging something that valuable. I stole the key and fled, and killed everyone the School sent to track me. I faked my death, and they bought it, the fools. And now... now I am ready. With this new year, with the resources available, with the School being at its weakest due to the chaos of last year-" - Rapscallion shuddered - "now is the time for me to do what I should have done a few decades ago." He sat back. "Does that answer your questions?" Rapscallion was, temporarily, lost for words.

 

Mikhail fell down, A shock went throughout his entire body upon hitting the mat, Regardless of its existence a 200 lbs man of pure muscle is gonna hurt, preparing for the shoulder charge he held enough to absorb the blow for one last move. Once Gunn Climbed on the very top of Mikhail to try and get into a position where he was dominant, Mikhail headbutted him, 1, 2, 3 times. Blood spurt out of Gunns nose and fell on Mikhails face, the blood indicated nothing, his nose was still fine, however it knocked Gunn off balance. Flipping Gunn over, Mikhail entered a full mount position, The brutality of swings reigned down in a fearsome barrage, Punch after punch. You could start to hear the crackling of Mikhails knuckles, and finally CRRAAAAACCCKKKKK. The noise of Gunns Nose breaking, echoed throughout the gym, on the last punch Mikhail dipped too low, not only giving Gunn an opportunity to flip him over, but also generating a weaker blow. His knuckle covered in blood was near broken.

There was no longer time for words, the sparring session was too deep, the fight, was far too heated. And if Mikhail didn't have control of his temper there would be no other end for Gunn. Unsure of how much longer the fight could last, he was going over more defensive strategies in his head. As an offense against Gunn could be detrimental if executed poorly. "It's barely begun, Gunn. I'm just getting back into shape. Been A while since I was last able to truly enjoy myself as much as this."

 

Sinclair put his coat on the back of his and sat down. He leaned back in the chair, hands interlocked on his chest, a look of confidence on his face.
"Well, it's a three part plan really." he began. "First part is simple. I infiltrate this little ramshackle organisation. Should be simple enough, seein' as they don't seem like the kind of people that keep detailed records of membership."
Sinclair chuckled a bit, before moving forward in his seat, hands planted on his knees. "Second part is trickier. To keep a close eye on your 'pest', I'm gonna have to get close to him. Now, I've got no idea as to how I'm gonna pull that off, but I'm sure I can. Then comes part three..."
He took a deep breath before continuing. "What part three is depends on you. This can go two ways. One, I can just kill him upright, get him out of the way quickly. Option Two, I can make him walk away, just forget whatever the hell he's planning and just leave."
He leaned back into the seat, finishing his proposal. "What do you think?"

 

"This is a pretty intricate plan, but I'm sure you're more than capable of such a feat." She nodded and looked towards the door moment before someone knocked, momentarily halting the discussion from going further. "If you'll excuse me." She got up and went to get what was requested earlier at the bar.
Few minutes later, she was back with a tray and set it on the table that separated the two parties. Opening the bottle, she looked to Sinclair and offered up a glass.
"Care to have a drink with me? It just doesn't feel like a successful business venture until I've shared a drink with my potential associate." As she was talking, she poured each of them a glass and slid Sinclair's over to him on a coaster.

In addition to the drink, she offered him a cigarette before continuing her end of the conversation, "Now this is all a very exquisite plan, but I'm sure you're not wanting this to turn into a pro bono job." She took a sip of her liquor. "Normally I'm the one who leads the discussion about payment, but this is a special situation. You're more in control of this job than I am. For once I seem to be the client. Our roles are reversed. What shall I owe you?"

 

He declined the cigarette, instead taking a sip from his glass. Sinclair sat swirling his drink for a while, mulling over his price.
"Well," he said finally, "I'm not gonna be one of those cocksure asshats that ask for half a mil for such a simple job. So, after thinkin' for a bit, calculatin' costs and time required, I'd say sixty grand. Usually it would be a little more, but I feel like offerin' a mate's rate."
Sinclair took another swig from his glass. "I'll need maybe a third of that in advance. I've got some bills to pay, tabs to clear, the whole shebang."

 

"Twenty grand up front? That seems more than adequate amount. I'm more than happy to assist you." She set her glass down and readjusted the way she was sitting before continued the last of their discussion. "I assume you're a cash only kind of man, which makes everything easier for me. A lot less work on behalf of the record books."

Things were starting to fall into place and it took off some weight from her shoulders. It had been a while that someone actually approached her for something other than the usual run around. She was a bit suspicious with Sinclair, but after learning his motives, she found some respect for him. He was in running for the spot of best business partner just for the sheer fact he didn't try to serve her some half-assed plan. His price for service was well around what she would charge for an ordeal as big as hers. Everything looked like it would go perfectly. All except for getting used to the role reversal. She would have to try her best not to try to take control. She said it herself, Sinclair was more than capable to do this job.

"Anyways... while we're here, any special requests you would like to make?" Her phone rang in the back of the office. "Hold that thought... I do apologize."

 

Sinclair acknowledged her moving over to the phone, and putted out a deck of cards, a began shuffling it with practiced ease.

 

She promptly picked up the phone and placed the receiver to her ear, "Yes?" The bite in her voice was quite apparent to the party on the other line. "To be quite honest, I'm not the least bit happy with you. You're interrupting a bit of -" She was cut off by the voice on the other line.
Deciding to fight fire with fire, she looked over to Sinclair and quickly grabbed his attention before placing a hand over the receiver. "I hoped it wouldn't come to this, but I believe this may take a while."
Hoping he understood, she put the call on speaker and put down the receiver to free her hands. The voice on the other end got louder and louder as Sedumere didn't answer the questions they were throwing at her. Instead, she walked off to a part of the office that was out of Sinclair's line of sight and came back within seconds brandishing a leather riding crop. There was a wild look in her eyes as she shushed Sinclair before continuing her actions.
"What? Now you're not going to answer me? Sounds about right, you ungrateful little twit. All of that stuff I give you and this is how you treat me?" The male on the other line was fuming.
"This is how I treat you?" The corners of her mouth turned up into a gentle snarl. Her previous disposition had changed into something otherworldly. Intriguing but very threatening. "My poor, sweet pet. How wrong you are." She laughed under her breath.
"Wrong? Don't even start with this, you disgusting wench."
*CRACK*
The riding crop hit the surface of the wooden desk.
"What was that? I don't think I heard what you said. Speak up!" She practically yelled the orders into the phone at full volume. "You're terribly unruly." She smacked the desk again, not giving the voice on the other end a chance to talk back. "Since I'm feeling a bit benevolent, I'll give you a second chance."
"Y-yes Madame... I apologize, Madame." The man on the other line sheepishly apologized.
"Much better, now you're going to do exactly as I ask, correct?" She placed a hand on her hip.
"Anything Madame..."
"Good. When I say so, you're going to hang up the phone and forget that you interrupted something very important. And because of this, your appointment is pushed back two weeks. Learn your lesson. Now, hang up."
And just like she asked, her command was promptly answered with a click signaling the call was over.

Now that ordeal was all over, Sedumere dropped the riding crop on the desk, straightened her skirt and looked over at Sinclair before walking back over to the chair she was in before the phone rang. "Now... where were we?" She poured another drink for both herself and Sinclair and continued on with the conversation, but slowly eased back into it.
"I see you seem to have a deck of cards on you at all times. Any reason why?"
He didn't seem to want to answer and looked to be more focused on what had just played out in front of him a few moments ago causing a bit of an awkward silence to linger in the air for a few moments.

 

Sinclair looked Sedumere, then his deck of cards, then back to Sedumere, then the cards, then Sedumere, then the cards. His eyes then locked with Sedumere for five empty seconds, before Sinclair tossed his head back and laughed.
"That! Now that was priceless! Jesus Christ, put the fear of God into that one. Though he was probably lovin' every second of that. But not as much as you were, eh sweetie?"
His laughter continued for a few moments, before he cut it short with a sigh. "I believe we were talkin' about special requests a moment a go? I really only have one."
He stood up and leaned across the table, his gaze cold. "Don't try to dig for info on me. Most records are falsified or sensationalised by design, so you'd be wastin' your time. And don't send anyone to tail me. I don't like havin' a random PI or info brokers lacky followin' me around. Clean up gets messy."
He stood up straight, downed his drink, and his jovial mood returned. "But, if you feel like keepin' this all between you and me..." He slipped a small white card casually into Sedumere's cleavage. "That card's got my current number on it. Call me if you need anythin' special."
Sinclair then calmly turned around and headed for the door. " I'll call you to with the account details for payment."