The young man's voice met the wind with a bittersweet tone from memory. But like his accomplice, it was there and yet not. He waited for Bodak on the sidewalk of another empty street. It was more damp than normal, no snow as the weather seemed to have been changing, yet the cold hadn't left. It seemed to have been apart of life, never quite leaving even when warm. A remnant could be guaranteed to remain deep in the bones, it had no home, and simply was everywhere and nowhere. A contradiction, an existence that had no name, truly familiar...

Tecka had kept an eye out for the woman, though he had known she probably wasn't in the best of shape since the night of the ritual, and neither of them could be really 'okay', then again what was okay? Who determined when someone could feel okay, who even determined what okay was defined as or by? Truly it was the person whom used it, but no one definition is exactly alike any other, as with most things. "Okay." he muttered, the steam of his breath leaving just as quickly as it appeared. Looking down at his palm, then firmly gripping tightly at the air between his fingers as it would leave, pushed out of his hand. He began to wonder, "Just how much is my servitude worth?"

Questions like this one, and many others hit him, now, only after the fact that he'd sworn it away at a promise of power. A promise to be a better person in the name of someone else. A promise to be someone else with a better name than the one his new god didn't have. Sometimes he would even think that maybe his god had a name, but simply had forsaken it for power. Just how much can one give for power?

"As much as is desired for power." He'd answer before finishing. "Well, you know what they say. You never know what you got till it's gone, or you didn't care for it in the first place...err one persons trash is another persons treasure?"

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The young black haired man murmured. Bodak's words cut a bit deeper than he would have liked as it was hard not to revert to old habits and behaviors, but he was a changed man, and at least he was right about her location: close but not in sight. "You have a knack for that sort of thing huh?" he said scratching the back of his head like he'd remembered something that was forgotten earlier. The woman revealed herself, with the flyer for the job in hand. She was very by the book with things, but it was to be expected. She was the guild's record keeper after all.

"This way." he'd say as he began to walk up the street away from the building they stood in front of. The location they'd met at was chosen specifically for this job as a landmark from where they needed to head, though Tecka would know nothing of it. He only knew where to go based upon word of mouth from the man who requested the duo to take the job. Had Bodak decided to accompany him, they would find themselves standing outside the front of an abandoned diner. The location was rather kept a secret and even distant from any other businesses, which made it clear that anything that would be occurring here isn't within the legal realm of things to be done.

It was normal though, for Tecka and Bodak by now. Bodak of course seemed to be very familiar with this sort of work, unknown, unnoticed, and indescribable- as in it never happened. Tecka though, familiar with the line of work, had just now become accustomed to the area and the type of facade to be worn when undergoing these tasks. It was easier to stay professional, and get things done when done in a group that knew the ins and outs of most things that related to the street. The young man looked back, whispering to bodak as he climbed the side of the building "Keep a look out. I'll take the roof, and meet you on the inside."

As he just lifted his left leg over the ledge of the roof, he'd look back at bodak, uttering one last thing in silence "And remember.." followed by a hand sign of him putting his finger over his mouth to signal to her, that she should keep things on the quiet side.

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He uttered quietly with joy. He was sure Bodak would find the stash, watching her through the small glass window panes on the roof as she made her way in and went around searching the rear of the ground level. Taking one of the emergency exits and the stairs in reverse, Tecka found himself entering into a narrow hallway from the emergency exit door midway through the diner, following it forward until he had reached the kitchen area. Inside the main dining area of the abandoned small food chain, directly after the kitchen, a group of men had set up seemingly taking turns sleeping while one had been lookout.

Unfortunate for them, the lookout had been knocked asleep, but it was understandable. The stress they probably were under could cause one to fall asleep at the most important of times. Tecka, a counter's leap away from the group had crouched low, slowly making his way over to one of the stoves, silently lighting it. He then picked up some of the discarded lighter fluid in a bright white bottle with a faded red tip, the outside covered in mold and dirt. The next objects of interest he'd grab were a few of the napkins that were laying around, twisting them together at the end so that the fire would grow slowly.

He plunged the twisted napkin into the small flame on the stove top, carrying it with him as he slowly crept out from the kitchen- lighter fluid leaking in a constant stream as he exited. Making sure he'd spray every door, piece of wood, and dry rotted material with the fluid, Tecka held the container now empty, over the flame he carried as it too caught fire- violently. The bottle would make a slight popping noise, pieces of melted plastic and some sparks flying all around and onto the door and floor covered in flammable fluid. Tecka threw the paper he'd been carrying as more fuel for the slowly growing fire as it spread through the front of the diner. It was far too late to go back, and by now Bodak surely would have found the bag. All he would have to do now is find her and make their exit.

Running through the back hall from his crouch, Tecka reached one the room where Bodak would have entered from at the rear, finding her in the room stomping around the tiles. Some of them, already loose shook apart even further revealing the bag they'd been looking for. Tecka announced quietly and calmly, with a playful smirk "The fire's lit. Let's not stay for the barbecue." Grabbing the bag off of the ground, he'd secure it's weight to his side, waiting for Bodak to leave the Diner before following. As they would make their exit through the presumably gathered crowd, unseen, Tecka would slide the strap off of his shoulder, handing the bag off to a mysterious bystander as they would pass each other.

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