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Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains strong m/m sexual scenes, violence, coarse language and adult themes.
Incomplete Ronin fic.
Ronin/Highlander Spence/Kronos
[MA] Mature adults only.
No rights infringement intended.
PARIS
A seedy cafe on the left bank.
His hand shook slightly as he lit his cigarette. He waved the match out and took a long draw. Red rimmed eyes scanned the cafe anxiously, always twitching, always nervous, always paranoid.
The door pushed open and a yung, dark haired, quick eyed young man glanced about. He instantly zeroed in on Spence, a nervous hunched figure in the corner. He shrugged on his jeacket and walked towards Spence, making him feel convulsively for the gun in his grubby jacket. He shook out another cigarette from the packet as the man with burning eyes sat down before him. He reached into his pocket then pushed a small packet across the table quite openly. "I have what you need. This is a mere down payment. I have a job." He paused to smile an ice cold smile. "And I’m not too fussy about who I get to do it."
Spence chafed angrily, but his eyes were locked on the small packet on the table. He placed his hand upon it, sliding it towards him and deep into his pocket.
He lit his cigarette, hands still shaking. "Where, when , who?" he asked after another long draw.
The dark haired man blinked through the smoke. "You’re not very good at this, are you," he chastised, silky soft. "No names, no dates or places unti I need to tel you." He tossed a filthy hotel key onto the table. "you stay here. You wait here until I contact you," he indicated the key. "Can you understand that?"
Spence nodded, infuriated, but too scared of this guy to be anything but obedient.
With that the dark haired man pushed away from the table. Spence turned the key over. He had what he needed. He’d learned to live with less. The money from his last job was gone already. He needed this.