There was sports on the television. Dylan wasn't really sure what the teams were. It was baseball, but American sports always bothered him. He sat at the bar drunkingly slurring and looking around through two narrow slits in his eyes. His eyes were half closed. He was in perpetual drunk face. It kind of made him look sleepy, though he wasn't as drunk as he seemed. He had been tailing a target. The target's name was Chase Kowalski. Dylan had never heard of him. Apparently he went by the name Journey. Cute. The blokes over at G.A.D.E.M. really did their homework. They even had known aliases.
Across the bar was the boy of the hour. Dylan didn't really think he seemed all that menacing. Dylan wasn't really sure what G.A.D.E.M. did. He took the job with little to no fuss. They had money, power, resources. He was just some sorry sod with a dead brother and an ax to grind. It was the reason he became a private investigator in the first place. He was the shining star that G.A.D.E.M. sought to recruit. He had a background in magic and witchcraft. Nothing major, he was amateur at best. Dylan's drunken stupor wore off. He stopped feigning drunkenness. His face became serious as he looked over the sea of happy people. They were laughing and talking. Some were here for fun, some were here for love. He was here for Chase. He had a job to do.
Dylan was a G.A.D.E.M. agent. G.A.D.E.M. stood for Government against dangerous enemy mutants. He wasn't really sure what he stood for. He had never honestly considered it. He wasn't some justice bound do gooder, but he wasn't a pistol packing bad ass. All he knew was he rode the line. He straddled the edge of mutant hatred and compassionate understanding. A mutant had killed his brother. He had always sought out answers as to why.... This was the best chance he was going to get. G.A.D.E.M. Had more money than god and real ties high up. He took the job the day it was offered, but no private investigator worth his salt would keep the job without checking into them. They were into some shady shadowy stuff.
Dylan have never met this man Chase, but he tracked him to this bar. He knew what pain had it's hand on the wheel. Chase had a sorted past. A mutant sister. Missing. Dylan took a moment to appreciate the pain of that, before tossing back another shot. That made two. Two hours of sitting in a bar and watching a stranger and he couldn't even drink. Not that it mattered. Dylan was a Britt. He was from England. He could handle a drink, or four, but tonight wasn't about tying one on. It was about pulling at the threads. Chase was the thread.
What mysteries would he find if he pulled on the thread and watched it all unravel? There was a whole file on this guy in his car. Dylan knew more about this man than he could possibly care too, he is an alleged teleport. He had to be careful not to spook him. Time to get to know the target. He thought. With a groan Dylan loosened his red tie so it sat more casually around his neck.
He stood up and moved across the room to the bar. Speaking with the bartender he ordered a cocktail. One that would take some time to mix and put together. While he waited he turned and looked at Chase, who was right beside him. "How ya doing mate? AH GOD I LOVE AMERICA! YOU SEE THAT GIRL OVER THERE?" Dylan pointed to his assistant. Provided to him by the head of G.A.D.E.M. herself Olivia Chase. "YOUR WOMEN ARE JUST BEAUTIFUL!"
The bartender set the drink down on the bar in front of Dylan. "Oh, not for me mate, for the blonde over there!" He pointed at his assistant. It was a conversation starter. She was worth every penny. How else were you going to start a random conversation with a guy in a bar and not come off as some weirdo?!? "Ah come on! He was safe!" Dylan said pretending to be interested in American baseball. "You an angels man?" He asked Chase casually as he signed the bartender to bring him a beer. "I like the cubbies meself...." After a pause he held out his hand. "Dylan Walker." Introduction made. The next steps were in the hands of fate.
Last Edit: May 11, 2018 20:34:13 GMT by Dylan Walker
