Another day, another business meeting — held in the middle of the wolf den, of course. But he walks with confidence — arrogance, some might say — flanked by two heavily armed guards that would extinguish themselves in order for him to live longer. He flaunts the cases held by several other of his cohorts, heavy with black metal, containing only the best in which his company can offer. He sees the urchins lurking in the dark, fear in their eyes over trepidation of the small army working its way through the narrow passageways. He has no fear here, enough gunpower to wipe out the entire sector of Stronghold.
Arrogance, indeed, would be a better word for it.
Brock follows the lead of a Jabberwocky he knows — well, knows enough that he can assume he's being brought to his client today, rather than some kind of ambush. He may be a jerk to those that know him, but many hide their distaste behind clenched teeth because of the sheer power he can offer them. And that's exactly how Brock intends to keep his relationship with his clients: at a distance.
He's lead into a small dump of a place — well, dumpy in his standards. At least there's some semblance of seating with a couple couches, and a table in front that the goods can be showed on. He barely even acknowledges the Jabberwocky as they scurry away to fetch their mistress. Brock promptly settles himself into the middle of a couch, the metal cases his men were carrying swiftly placed around him as the rest of his men took up guard behind him. He didn't truly believe he needed their defense from the client he was meeting today but... It kept them busy.
Placing one foot on top of the other on the table in front of him, Brock leans back and promptly lights himself a cigarette as he settles in to wait.
Posted 12-14-2022, 09:24 PM
What Presents We Bear
