NATE
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
Being in the right pace at the right time was something of a skill of Nate’s, as much as it can be a skill. But it had supported an entire way of life back in his old world, where back alley deals and avoiding the wrong eyes had been his bread and butter, and it seems not too much has changed here.
Whitebrim was, by all accounts, a depressing place, the location, and necessity of its placement not really doing any favours for its image. But, as he approaches the small crowd that’s forming with Sam by his side, it seems something interesting is going on. Something interesting and spewing red smoke. A smile spreads over his face, and he pulls Sam along, pushing to the front of the gathered crowd to see.
A briefcase?
What a strangely familiar situation to have found himself in, though the contents of this particular case are probably not at all similar to the cases in his past. Still, he stands and watches, waiting to see what comes of this.
