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A small huff left Trent's lips as he propped his head in his hands, it had been a little too long for his liking for the appointment to get to him. Was this a negotiation tactic? Were his possible employers testing how badly he wanted this job? His hands drummed on the table, his eyes darting to the nearby bar, maybe another drink would wash down his boredom.

However, almost as soon as his mind began to wander, he spotted the tall blond man coming towards his table, dressed in a suit so fine even the other guests made a passing glance of envy at the gentleman. Though not exactly one to put on airs, Trent managed to move to his feet long enough to shake the man's hand and greet him professionally.

[b]"I am Randall Weims."[/b] The man began. [b]"And I represent our mutual employers. They are pleased that you agreed to this meeting."[/b] 

"Nice to meet you Randall, though I gotta say you took your sweet time getting here, were you getting that suit made in the back?" He joked as he clapped his hand into Randall's. The man's grip did bring him pause, his brow raised as he shook a firm hand. Did normal humans have grip like that? He couldn't be sure, he had never been one, but it still raised some questions. Already this deal was becoming more interesting, and terms had not even been agreed to yet.

[b]"Your track record is quite impressive."[/b]

"Damn right it is." Trent gave the man a cocky smirk in return to Randall's creepy grin. "You guys aren't hiring an amateur, after all, and I got enough dignitary's heads on my wall to prove it."

That's when the man brought up his track record in a way that actually caught Trent off-guard momentarily, his brow furrowing as Randall spoke.

[b]"But on the whole your work has been done alone and has been less than discreet. Our employers require appropriate discretion in many situations. How well prepared are you to act in less public ways?"[/b]

Trent took a minute to process what had been suggested, were they asking him to do a sneaky job? They had read his file, right? That's why he was here? Why was he being called in to do something that required subtlety? Now he [i]had[/i] to know the job, the curiosity eating away as he prepared his answer.

"W...well, I'm usually called in for heavy artillery, to be honest." Trent said. "I'm usually the guy who leaves a crater to punctuate a job well done...but that isn't to say I haven't done jobs that called for discretion." He leaned forward. "And if you're payin' how much you say you're payin', I'll make every effort to make sure nobody even knows I was there."