It's Difficult To Remember...

[Laz]

It took a short while for them both to get settled. Aaron lead him out back into the one of the rooms. Leere never realised this but, it seemed like Aaron actually lived here. After sitting down Aaron went to go and get a couple of drinks for them both, this was already going to be a nice change - something other than plain water. Leere moved a couple of his fingers through his beard, it had noticeably grown out a sizeable amount given Leere had no ability to properly maintain it. It was no longer the beautiful bit of stubble he had kept for years.

Before long Aaron had returned, in his hands was a tray with a small compliment of items. A couple drinks, some cheese and crackers, and something wrapped up in tinfoil. He placed the tray down on the table that Leere was sat at before taking his own seat. The entire layout of the room, coupled with it's cleanliness, gave the impression that this was some sort of Gallic cafe or something of a similar nature. It wasn't, but it did remind Leere of such.

"So. Before we go anywhere, I am going to want some information." Quite typical. Aaron placed Leere's drink closer to him, indicating him to drink. The drink was actually unknown to Leere, something of Maltese origin no doubt. "Firstly, where the hell did you go? You disappeared of the face of the earth and I lost one of my good contacts." It was a fair relationship given their previous business relationship.

"That is a good question, one that is hard to answer." Leere once again spoke in a grizzled tone. It wasn't intentional, but this topic was still rather fresh in his mind and not something he was rather comfortable talking about. "The short answer is that someone I was working alongside during an operation tried to kill me, and almost succeeded. I stayed alive from good fortune, if you could call it that." Leere unzips his jacket to reveal the large wound on his chest. It still hadn't healed, and there was a good chance it never would unless he had some serious medical treatment. It had become a large scar that covered the entire of his chest. It was not pretty.

"My god. That is nasty!" Aaron was almost lost for words.

"That, and me being left for dead in the middle of nowhere has me in a bad situation, to put it lightly. I need shelter, a shower, food, and other resources. I need time. I do plan, sometime in the future, to go after this individual. That being said, I am in no state to do so now, and it will take a long time for me to be in a position to do this." For the first time in a good long while, Leere was being straight with himself about his situation. He had a history of being egotistical and arrogant, but it was to be that way in his current position.

"I can pull strings for you no problem, but I am going to need things from you. I might have people that need silencing, or certain items that need moved - discretely." Aaron placed a large amount of emphasis on that last word. He knew from the past that being discrete was not Leere's strong suit. Aaron took another sip from his drink, and picked up a bit of cheese.

"I'll take whatever I can get. You help me here and I'll be indebted to your service." Leere wasn't a fan of having to work to keep himself alive, but he had little choice the matter. Anything is better than returning to the hell he was in.

Leere took a quick sip of his drink and a tiny bite of cheese. He savoured the flavours of both, enjoying the luxury items he'd been so long deprived of.

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