*Strumming the beat up guitar softly, he hummed along with the notes. Way he figured it, why bothered cultivating some fucking alter ego, when he'd been an informant for so long anyhow? Dive bars and motels were where he'd lived for most of his life, and it was where he blended in.*
*Glancing up as someone rapped at the door with their knuckles, he left the back room, making his way towards the small stage. As the lights shone on him, he ducked his head, careful to keep most of his face out of view. Smaller, shittier places that wanted to advertise "live music" hired fucks like him to come set up shop, play a few songs, and then ditch. Suited him just fine.*
*Keeping his attention more on the crowd around him than on what he was playing, he moved through the songs from memory, each piece finished without conscious thought. No, he was listening. People always assumed a loud bar was a safer place to have private conversations. You'd think, in the business they were in, they'd realize that was a stupid damn thing to believe. Wasn't his problem though.*
*His problem? Making sure the Chasers had been wiped out thoroughly and didn't have any more remnants of their larger operations. Meant he'd be travelling for a bit, but he didn't mind. He'd had precious little to protect over the years. Now? He'd found his siblings. With the constant moving, perhaps they'd eventually even be able to bring the others home. One could hope.*
*Till then? He'd do what he was best at, and stick his nose in places it didn't fucking belong.*
*Keeping his attention more on the crowd around him than on what he was playing, he moved through the songs from memory, each piece finished without conscious thought. No, he was listening. People always assumed a loud bar was a safer place to have private conversations. You'd think, in the business they were in, they'd realize that was a stupid damn thing to believe. Wasn't his problem though.*
*His problem? Making sure the Chasers had been wiped out thoroughly and didn't have any more remnants of their larger operations. Meant he'd be travelling for a bit, but he didn't mind. He'd had precious little to protect over the years. Now? He'd found his siblings. With the constant moving, perhaps they'd eventually even be able to bring the others home. One could hope.*
*Till then? He'd do what he was best at, and stick his nose in places it didn't fucking belong.*