Greenland was a busy city in the fall. Corporate workers hastened along the streets in a hurry to get to their work place to finish projects before winter set in. Stores had multiple sales to clear out goods that had been sitting on the shelves all year long. Even normal people were pulled in to hustle and bustle of the city.
At night, the buzz of activity died down to some extent. No city was without its own nightlife and Greenland was quite lively. Nevertheless, dusk wasn't much welcome in these parts..
A man clothed in a long overcoat walked on the sidewalk of a half empty street. His pitch black hair was unusually long for a male and it was tucked in underneath the collar of the coat. In his left hand was a brown paper bag containing groceries as indicated by the asparagus tips poking over the top. His strides were long and steady to match his well built frame. When he stopped to drop a few money notes for a homeless guy on the street, the street lamp shed some light on his face, revealing strong negro features.
The beggar thanked his benefactor who nodded and continued on his way. There was a faraway look on his face as he crossed the road. He had been feeling strange all day, as if something was coming for him. What annoyed him most was the fact that he had no idea exactly what that thing was. But he had a feeling he would not like it.
He wasn't the type who wandered around during the night, but some circumstances had warranted him to carry out his shopping after dusk. He was on a quest to locate his superiors in Greenland.
After renting an apartment here in Greenland, he has taken his time to tour the city and get acquainted to it's lifestyle. Adapting wasn't something he was used to.
The man stopped in front of a small duplex that had been painted colors that allowed it to blend in with the other buildings on the block. When his foot touched the stairs leading up to the front door, he froze for a few seconds. The lights in the house were not on, but he knew there was someone in there. Someone with a very powerful presence that seemed familiar.
Taking care not to make much noise, he ascended the stairs and inserted the key into the door. In a single move, he pushed it open and his arm shot to the part of the wall where he knew the light switch was. The bulb above instantly lit up, illuminating the smiling face of a young man with brown hair sitting at the kitchen table.
"I'm surprised it took you this long to find me"
"Hunter, you're always sharp as always" The intruder commended.
"I can't say the same for you though. For someone trained in assassination, your skills have waned Logan"
"There aren't much work for me here in Greenland." Logan said in his defence. "Back at Kingsview, they were a lot of criminals who needed to be put down. In Greenland, Jeffery Bruce has everything under control"
"About Jeffery, any information on why he summoned us here?"
The dark skinned man simply ignored him and went about to drop off his grocery. He knew something was up. There had to be a reason Logan was here. Having known the sorcerer for as long as he had, Hunter knew that Logan was a very cunning fellow. He was to thread carefully when dealing with his kind.
"Still mad at him? You were quite the rivals back in the days" Logan reminded.
"I have nothing against Jeffery Bruce. I was done with our rivalry a long time ago. I am no longer on the same level as that man. I can never reach him again" Hunter replied. He was straightforward with his replies. He wasn't the kind that entertained deceit, and that was exactly why he and Logan never went along with each other.
After he had lost against Jeffery in their battle for the position of leadership, Hunter Mchart had dwelled in the shadows for the past decade. He had left Greenland for Kingsview where he spent the last ten years without magic.
Kingsview was a little town on the coastline between Greenland and Hayside. It was mainly occupied by people of the lower class, and it was heavily dependent on the imports from its neighboring cities.
He had been called back to Greenland by Jeffrey about a month ago, but he had only managed to arrive here three days ago. It wasn't that he hated Jeffery Bruce, he just didn't like taking orders from anybody. Hunter was the kind that did things according to his own pace. He was a subject to nobody's orders and decisions.
"Any idea why he called us here?" Logan repeated. Unlike his cold colleague, Logan was too lively to be considered an assassin. He was the most powerful Baxist amongst the blood sorcerers. And could argued to be the best out of the three factions. He was a master of the sword and deceit. He was almost unpredictable. And that had gained him the nickname— 'Fox'
"I have no idea of what his reasons are. And you, why are you here? Surely you didn't come here to exchange pleasantries, did you?" Hunter questioned.
"You still don't trust me do you?"
"Nobody trusts you Logan. You and I know that very well"
"Don't be so tensed. I came with the sole purpose to quench my curiosity about our sudden invitation. But since you do not know as well, I guess it was all in vain" Logan answered with a smile. One that Hunter replied with a cold stare.
"If that's all you've come for, shouldn't you be on your way?"
"Now that I'm here, I'd rather stay and exchange pleasantries. It's been over a decade since we last saw each other"
Hunter cleared his throat and leaned forward on the table. His eyes returned to their default coldness as he laid down words that were supposed to be threats.
Logan merely smiled, he couldn't remembered when last he'd smiled this broadly. Hunter hadn't changed a bit, he was always too official, and had no idea when he was being scary or friendly. He had information he would've shared, but for now he'd keep it to himself. Hunter hadn't used magic in a decade, so he couldn't tell if the man had lost his skill.
The information he had obtained was not one that could be shared with the weak. Unless he is able to ascertain Hunter's strength he was going to keep this information to himself.