Flint was not one to make idle chit chat, he rolled his eyes at Parael and skimmed over his outfit.  He didn’t understand the fashion of the modern world, anyone who had seen Flint before would know he always seemed to wear the same suit, the same hat and the same coat. Sometimes it was rumoured he only owned one of each and never changed. When asked he would just say that the outfit “is best for investigation purposes.” In the modern world however it just looked like he stepped out of a noir film. 

“Im not here for a chat” Flint said, his voice sounding like he gargled gravel. 

“Have you reconsidered my offer yet? Your people would be safer at my place”

Flint’s large hands searched his coat pocket, slipping out a packet of cigarettes. He carefully placed one into his mouth and clicked his fingers. A small flame burned in his grasp, he quickly wafted it away as he lit the cigarette.  Breathing in the smoke then exhaling to the side, being sure to avoid breathing smoke into anyone’s face. 

Flint took a step inside, spotting Rikive he nodded, then did his usual scour of the room, his eyes that of an eagle looking to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. 

Then he spotted an enemy.

In the blink of an eye Flints hand was at his gun, his hand pulling it from the shoulder holster and pointing it at the figure. The hammer clicked, locking the chamber in place on the large firearm. 

“What are you doing here!” Demanded Flint to Antonio, standing at the other side of the room. Many lycans had joined Nemsemet and Flint had dealt with this one before. His finger was on the trigger, waiting for the monster to give him a reason to shoot.