"I'm so glad you're here, you really did a number on that old man's house last time. People are terrified of me in the streets for fear I'll burn their homes to ash. But this is a much more important job, and I need you to approach it with a bit more stealth than your last job. I need you to..." He trailed off and went silent for a moment, before coming closer and dropping his voice to a whisper, "I need you t-to break into my ex girlfriend's place and steal something for me. I'd completely forgotten I'd left it there until the other day, and it's very important to me. It's in a little yellow box, probably in the bottom of her wardrobe. I'd go do it myself, I'm not scared you know, but she has this dog, if you can even call it that. It's a monstrous being from the depths of hell and it can recognise my scent, which would alert her to my presence almost instantly. This is why I need you."
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If not for the fact that Odin had been looking his client directly in the eye during their conversation, his own eyes would have rolled so far back into his head that he probably would have died there and then. He knew Maxwell was a unique sort of person, and Odin used that term very loosely, but this was just ridiculous, being too scared to go to your ex girlfriend's house to collect something that was actually yours in the first place. However, this strange animal that the girlfriend seemed to possess did interest Odin, as it meant that he might be able to have a bit of fun and defeat a monstrous beast. Of course he wouldn't be able to kill it, due to the fact that he couldn't make it obvious that he'd been there, but there were other ways to go about it.
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