Yeniver sat straight in his chair. Arms crossed, the issue with promotion was finding someone to show the ropes.
He had just about every three letter walk out on him. Rice was his next option, with a few favors to the building he could trap him and redirect the man to his office. But doesn't Seem he needs to do that.
"Look, just hear me out damnit"
Yeniver stared down Rice. "This is Tyler Smith. A two letter, I need you."
He pointed at Tyler "to show him, the ropes. He is about to be promoted. I.. will pay you three times your jobs.. if, do you hear me?"
Rice nodded, oh yes The idea of a future vacation just ringed in his ears. He's not making bad money, But jobs don't come by all too often so it's rather how long you can keep yourself running till the next job.
Yeniver continued "if.. you take him under your wing for a month."
giving yeniver a weird look. "A month? Isn't that too short?"
"Hey, don't get greedy motherfucker" Yeniver tsked "and it's not iv saved up a few jobs for you to get started on. Seven to be precise, here"
Yeniver handed over seven folders.
Rice taking them flipped through the files glancing at the names.
"Hey you sure about this with a two letter? Some of these are abnormal cases."
Yeniver shrugged "and? hey kid" yeniver glanced at Tyler "your task is to survive a month. Both of your are dismissed. Have fun."
Before either could react They found themsleves standing next to the receptionist desk.
Tyler looked around both confused dumbfounded and a little bit of bewilderment. Rice on the other hand patted him on the back and nudged him towards the door.
"Dont think about, save your sanity, we have a job to do."
Demonic buildings were just as elusive as they are mysterious. better to leave unexplained than try expressing its abilities and how they work. That's not worth the brain power.
Showcasing his Chryslr and the inside to Tyler to lighten the mood he glanced at the documents.
"I suppose I should start somewhere. I don't mag dump you with information. So I'm just gonna tell you straight. Your gonna learn, on the field, your going to make mistakes and, I will tell you what you did wrong. If you have any questions you want an answer to ask me. I'll try my best. Good?"
"Y-yes sir"
"Alright good, first things first. Knock that stutter out of your voice. When dealing with me or anyone else you want to play a confident role. If you keep that, your going to be exploited."
Tyler didn't respond.
"..yes..sir.." only doing so when he felt he could.
"Mm, good progress."
Tyler in general was new to three letter, hearing stories of their jobs and how dangerous it can get. He never expected to be ready for promotion to it himself.
Rice to him was a formidable stranger of the three Letters, there are nicknames for the different letters, but it's often a slang rather than an official name.
One letters were called "Greenthumbs", letter two "dogs", letter three "henchmen", letter four and above attracted alot of names. Often not said in fear of consequences.
The hellrazer organization just called them letters or collectors. Rather keeping it simple Than dragging out the slang words.
Tyler as a letter two had dealt with semi-dangerous individuals or just down baddies. This was a different grade, he couldn't help but feel nervous. It was exciting, but he didn't enjoy the uncertainness of it at all. Very unpleasant.
Guess that's the least of his problems. Rice had stored all but one file. Handing it over to him to read as Rice pulled out of the Hellrazer parking lot. "Read that"
The file was label "Bezal", he opened it. The information of the infraction the first foremost.
"Oh um, apparently he forge an illegal contract and forced someone named "Garet Feilds" to sign it."
"Mm, what's Garets address?"
"Eh? Aren't we supposed to go after the perpetrator first?"
Rice making a face made Tyler tell him Garets address. "Did you not ever go after someone who forged an illegal contract?"
"Well I have, but we never met up with the person who was wronged. Hq sent someone to do that. We just chased the perpetrator."
Rice tsked, now understanding why he was sent out on so many contract rightings in the past. She's, do they not teach the two letters anything he was once a two letter and they.. ha.. okay.
"Look as a level three you gotta think differently. Three letters don't go to Hq for help on their jobs without it being a serious issue. We have to check all our basis before we start going after the wrongdoer. If we went after the perp first, you don't think they don't have a way to find out who they wronged and go execute them?"
Tyler frowned "why would they do that? What purpose does killing the victim do for them?"
Rice relaxed in his seat, the drive to the address is going to take time. May as well get comfortable.
"Fewer witnesses, less victims. Likely chance of getting less time in the courts."
"But wouldn't that-"
Rice waved at him. "Look you'll understand when you do these jobs. Alot of stuff happens In dezer. they'd have to do investigations, figure out who did what. With all that supernaturals can do, the evidence could be wiped… Look It gets long. I don't wanna have to explain that much. Just read and tell me the details."
Tyler nodded, his thoughts full of question marks that wanted answers. But Rice, looking impatient to explain, spurred him to read instead.
"The issuer of the contract is named Bezal, a demon imp who works as a medium for obscure deals in a few nightclubs near Highrise territory."
"The illegal contract would have forced Garet to forfeit his experience in life for his life after an incident with Bezal. Apparently Garet used to be a henchman of Bezal."
Rice signed. "So a dispute and retribution between employer and employee. His life must've been to valuable to take. Which means he has experience of Bezal's operations."
Rice pulled into an apartments parking lot. "In that case. Our chat is going to be a short one. Follow along, stay close. These apartments aren't so nice as they seem."
Ever since pulling In he felt at least a dozen eyes lock on to him.
They are barkin up the wrong tree if they think he hasn't noticed. Even still, he slipped on a pair of sunglasses.
thankfully Garet lived on the first floor. Not so thankfully when they arrived at his door. It was ajar, the frame was broken.
Oh how fun.