[Ishu]

November 26th, Chicago; Base.

Amante moved into Elek's room and, not seeing Aiolia, he shifted to the leaders side and sat down in the chair next to the bed. "How are you feeling?" The words came out with difficulty and he couldn't bring himself to lift his gaze from the floor. He still looked dazed, like a target had been placed over his pupils or eyes and he couldn't shake them. Even looking at a person, it looked like he saw right through them and at the wall instead.



She quirked a brow as he went on, sounding upset and beaten down. "You're a mercenary." She wasn't stupid, afterall, she was a merc as well. Eve gave a slight shake of her head. "Come on. If you've really been on the streets, you shouldn't be this beaten down." The seasoned ones were pretty low-key but detached. A fingertip tapped on the bar, "Unless you're new to the field. How long have you been active?"

Mercenaries and Assassins differed- greatly. Assassins normally just killed or waited out a target for as long as they needed, sometimes up to years, but they came from organizations and years of schooling. Mercenaries usually had nothing. They took the shit jobs and got everything from the "underground"; alleyways, the backs of stores, bars, ect. You got to one by referral or by stumbling upon one. There were never strings, unlike politically correct assassins organizations. Merc's worked alone, unless they were willing to make a cut with a friend. Assassins, if put with a partner, had no choice.