closed ♔ fed on nothing but full of pride

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ devil inside (cover) - london grammar

WHO || Sark, Nicholas St. Andrew, Audrey Petersen[Closed]
WHAT || Sark severs ties with the Children of Chaos
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || April, 2014 [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Sark's employment with the organization known rather heavyhanded-ly as the Children of Chaoas has certainly been... profitable for him. And for Nicholas St. Andrew, charismatic leader of the organization itself, who has paid him exorbitant amounts to 'recover' various artifacts for him, ostensibly in the private collections of others around the world. Individually, there seemed little worth noting from the sort of things being collected, but a pattern began to emerge that was difficult to ignore: sacrificial daggers, scrolls and tomes to fill a library, several stone and ivory altars...

Sark's returned from one such job - recovering three sacred ancient urns - and is sent up to see St. Andrew in his office.

Comments

[certainproclivity]

There may still be a chance to turn the tables on them. [Sark glances at St. Andrew.] A desperate wife worried that the organization her devious husband works for might choose his word over hers. The spin could be worth the frustration.

[He turns back to Audrey.] You're a clever woman, I'm certain you can make it work. Unfortunately, the telepath may be more difficult to fool.

[fatherofchaos]

We have ways of thwarting their kind - if we were prepared for them. Wynn can't have many in his ranks, but we won't take any chances in the future.

[certainproclivity]

If anything, they can't surprise you now. Consider it a learning experience. Speaking as someone who has come out of many learning experiences in significantly less pristine than conditions, it could have gone far worse.

[mislabeled]

I was hoping for better, not worse.

All your men are either dead or captured. I doubt they'll talk - none of them ever do.

[certainproclivity]

There will always be more. Really, I think the status quo remains intact.

[He drums his fingers on the desk, an idle gesture he allows himself.] And everything worth doing has an element of risk involved. I personally enjoy these stakes.

[And little do they know what's on his mind.]

[fatherofchaos]

Rather soon it won't be something we have to worry about. [ with that mysterious comment, he turns to sark: ] But for now, I'm afraid I'll need to speak with Audrey in private for a bit.

[certainproclivity]

Oh, certainly. [He steps away.] You know where to reach me.

[He heads to the door, fully planning on dropping his phone into the nearest body of water. DONE WITH YOU AND YOUR CREEPY BULLSHIT, NICK.

SO DONE.]