Dane Jonson | River City (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thatsmyjonson) wrote2017-06-05 06:15 pm
thatsmyjonson) wrote2017-06-05 06:15 pm
Don't Shoot The Messenger
Most days, Dane hated his job. He would never tell anyone that, but he really hated it. Even the handsome paycheck and prestige of being one of the staff members at one of the most elite clubs in the city could make up for the actual tasks of the job. More specifically, it couldn't make up for his boss. James Carmichael was a snake of a man who practically ruled any underground operation in the city. Somehow, he'd earned the nickname Osiris, though calling him that to his face was said to be a death sentence. Dane hated the days when he was stuck in the club pretending to be the world's scrawniest bouncer. He hated knowing his boss might be watching, or having to deal with his creepy assistant Dimitri. But what he hated more was actually being called into the boss's office. He had the scars to prove why that was to be avoided.
The one thing Dane did not hate was what his actual job was. He was Osiris' primary messenger, because no one else in the club could be quite so effective. He knew how to get someone's attention and could get out before he got hurt. He was sure there were quite a few police reports with his description and the tag of "vandal" attached to him, as these messages usually involved a lot of broken windows and smashed property. Usually once he was caught by the owners of said property, he'd merely state that Osiris sends his regards, and hopped out of there.
Today was one of those good days, with a message to deliver. He had an address, a name, and instructions to get inside but otherwise it was standard. He didn't even know anything about the target, other than her name was Lady Rosetide and Osiris had some beef with her. But he had a beef with half the city, so that wasn't anything special. He didn't even know if it was her home, her base of operations, or just a place she could be found.
Strolling up to the door with a hefty crowbar resting on his shoulder, he calmly rapped his knuckles on the door. If there was no answer, he had a means to get inside.
The one thing Dane did not hate was what his actual job was. He was Osiris' primary messenger, because no one else in the club could be quite so effective. He knew how to get someone's attention and could get out before he got hurt. He was sure there were quite a few police reports with his description and the tag of "vandal" attached to him, as these messages usually involved a lot of broken windows and smashed property. Usually once he was caught by the owners of said property, he'd merely state that Osiris sends his regards, and hopped out of there.
Today was one of those good days, with a message to deliver. He had an address, a name, and instructions to get inside but otherwise it was standard. He didn't even know anything about the target, other than her name was Lady Rosetide and Osiris had some beef with her. But he had a beef with half the city, so that wasn't anything special. He didn't even know if it was her home, her base of operations, or just a place she could be found.
Strolling up to the door with a hefty crowbar resting on his shoulder, he calmly rapped his knuckles on the door. If there was no answer, he had a means to get inside.