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[center][color=a0410d][b]Eadoin Kyros[/b][/color][/center]

Early in the morning, a delivery boy came to Eadoin Kyros' cramped apartment complex and dropped off his mail like every other morning, though in flipping through the mostly garbage mail, a notice informing him that his rent was two months past due, and some flyers advertising goods from the local market, he found an uncharacteristically small square envelope with no postage stamp and completely blank slip out from amongst the larger set of mail. 

Opening the small envelope, he found that it was actually merely a single sheet of paper folded quite carefuly in mimicry of an envelope. Careful not to break the small sheet as he unfolded it, he laid it out and read the small writing upon it.

[i]"Business prospects reviewed, found adequate opportunity for employment, would like to hold an interview immediately and in person at residence, post haste. M & B"[/i]

After reading the note, Eadoin then quickly ripped the small note into a couple pieces and ate them. He knew enough to know that his new . . . employers? No, comrades may be the better word now, would appreciate his discretion as much as the Tan'Raga did. Though the note itself was very cryptic in its content, Eadoin knew exactly what it meant, Malcador and Berrick had finally found an opportunity to begin their revolution, and they were offering him a chance to come in on it. 

He was both excited and a little anxious for it to begin himself, ever since Tyberia's occupation, the Tan'Raga had retreated in on themselves to the underworld as they planned out how to best take advantage of the occupation. Subsequently, most Gat-men were, for the moment, out of work outside of working as personal security for the Bosses themselves or their properties, and those positions were filled pretty quickly. Hence, explaining Eadoin's current situation. He was left an unemployed former Reaver  with neither legal nor illegal work to do, and was left to slowly drain his small amount of funds away. Thus, the opportunity to work and actually find purpose again rather than just wasting away under the Asgardian occupation came as a good surprise to him.

He already had his gear ready to go, his mask, rifle, handcannon, and cutlass stowed away inside a large duffle bag full of spare mechanic's clothes and tools to work on Steam-engine tech. Eadoin took a quick look outside his tiny window at the weather outside, almost complete shit with its oil-sleet fog, so he settled on wearing his old Reaver uniform, the official patches long-since removed, it was merely a worn black overcoat and hat. It would have looked almost gentry-like, had it not evidently seen decades of usage and repair.

He threw the coat on, and then the dufflebag full of gear over his shoulder and across his back, adjusting the strap with all of the gear clinking behind him. He really hoped the oil-sleet didn't get into the old bag, but then he'd done the best he could to ensure it wouldn't. He didn't bother locking his door, since there's nothing in his apartment he'd fret over being stolen anyway, and set off on the path towards the noble district.

It took him several hours of trudging through crummy conditions in the streets to get from his apartment in the lower quarters to his destination, most people he came across were downcast despite the new year having only been two days ago, partly on account of the weather, but also likely on account of the occupation. The Asgardian patrols he did come across seemed more concerned about making sure their own gear still worked and didn't get covered in the oil-sleet than anything else. Eadoin wasn't too worried about being stopped right now though, the Asgardians currently were mostly just there for show at the moment. Sure, they wanted to find Malcador, but they already had a public speaker . . . what was his name? In custody for some trumped up charge and set for a show trial to let everyone know who was now running this city, as well as having a fair number of troops just out walking around as a show of strength. They likely weren't out with any purpose besides: [i]"Look tough."[/i], Eadoin had seen the routine a dozen times before as a Reaver and as as a Gat-man when working with gangsters, and a lot of military men who weren't officers often were just better equipped, and legalized gangsters. Eadoin knew this from experience, he was one.

At the end of his hike, he finally found his goal: the manor house which he'd been told to look for should he get the message. He had no idea who owned the manor beyond the obvious fact it was a noble with money, and that said noble was a sympathizer to the cause. 

Eadoin walked up to the front door of the manor, and knocked on the well-finished door with his right hand and yelled inside.

[color=a0410d]"Eadoin Kyros, Steam-mechanic extraordinaire, I've been summoned for a repair job?"[/color]

Eadoin's cover-story was only partially bullshit. Sure, he didn't WORK as a Steam-mechanic by trade since he found the daily work involved boring, but he certainly had the skills to pass off as an adequate one. Another handy skill he'd learned from his Reaver days. Gods, he missed the [i]Raven[/i] and his old life, but there was no getting that back now. Time to focus on the now, and see why M & B had called him up.