Mission (Dante)

[ruissexy]

Papers, papers and more papers. They were a never ending nightmare in Antonin's eyes. A particular sheet of paper sat beneath him. It had the photograph of the exact person he needed words out. He had lost all respect in the particular person because of one particular reason. The Order. He no longer thought of her as a family friend and so therefore he saw no particular reason in recognizing her presence anymore. Even seeing her picture made rage run through his veins. A Greyback, he scoffed. Who would have thought? He couldn't even believe he asked his son to marry that traitor. And so he called in one of the big, guards. One the guards he trusted most. Dante Vassallo. He had a huge mission to do, that was for sure. To kidnap the blonde.

He leaned back in the chair. The office was slightly dark and there were a few guards standing in each corner. This sort of life was good. He heard the door sort of creak open. A guard entered and he couldn't make out the shadow behind him. It must have been Vassallo because it was a big shadow. "Good evening." he muttered. "Take a seat."

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[aems3]

Dante looked up, a bottle held loosely in his hand. "He wants you." Said a man standing in his doorway-one of the guards. Nodding, he apparated quickly and stepped into the house. Quickly rushing him to the door. The guard stood for a moment, nodding to another guard who stared him down. Not even knocking once, admitting him into the room. The guard bent-bowing and left the room in a hurry, leaving him alone with his new boss. He sat at a desk covered in papers, a serious look set on his face... one that most likely never left him. He bent his head in respect, as the door closed quietly behind him. "Sir." The darker room seemed to set the mood for itself, a grave face looking back at him.

"Good Evening." He heard the man mutter. "Take a seat." Dante bent his head again, obeying the command without comment. He sat there for a moment in silence, unsure if he was to speak. Surely he was here for an assignment… his first, since he had signed up for the order. He remembered how the promise of money and belonging pulled him in fast as he heard the whispers. His own friend being part of the order just made it all the better, growing a tie that had grown stronger since he had joined. He didn’t care about the jobs… the unpleasantries of it. If he was told to kill someone he probably would. If someone else’s head was what he had to present to earn his check and… advantages… then it was a job he would do with a grin on his face. The world had done enough to him in his life time… it was time he paid it back. And at the offer of something similar to a family… a brotherhood that remained loyal… well, let’s just say he had his name on the paper in less than a second, eager to do anything the boss asked. Finally, snapping out of the past, he addressed his boss stiffly and formally. “You summoned me sir?”