Ascension

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The Watcher by Kurt Huggins

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Before Aiden could grab the coffee, another hand reached out and took it from under his fingers. A familiar white suit and snarky attitude, “Well, well, well. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Jordi had been watching the little store for someone to come in, someone he had been tailing. There was a connection he was following, a little gang war he’d found himself chasing. It seemed profitable enough, he had enough clients out west who could benefit from the gangs downfall. It was hard to find smaller jobs these days. Looking to the man in front of him, he could see just why that was. 

“And I know sore eyes, since you gave me a nice one the last time we were this close.” He looked at the coffee for a moment before just setting it back down on the counter and throwing a hand to pat Aiden’s shoulder, turning him so they could walk back towards the door, “Trust me, you don’t want the coffee here, it’s hardly even caffeine. You want something that will really work? I know a place. My treat, for old times sake.”

He wasn’t expecting to run into the infamous Vigilante himself again after their last encounter. Laying low for a while proved to be much less exciting than watching the man take on the Chicago South Club. Like a much needed vacation, but the money always speaks louder than time off. Here he was, watching out for another target when something else crosses his path. Something he’d need to go away so he could do his job.