[b]Finch[/b]

The safehouse was just as he had left it, much to the criminal's satisfaction. He had suspected that it would be, but confirmation that no one had gotten particularly antsy with his stuff when he had dropped off the grid for his new employer was always good. It was a sign that the respect they had for him was still intact, or so he liked to think.

More likely people just didn't care, but Finch was not going to let a thought like that stop him from holding to his own opinions. 

The place wasn't that well decorated, but that was alright. He grabbed a bag and began to load it up with stuff, spare clothes, some weapons and gear, and a few sentimental items to top it all off. He was methodical about his choices, ignoring things that could easily be replaced to instead take some more specialized equipment. Considering his new job he had no idea what they might have him doing. Best to be prepared for every eventuality. 

He was just about done when there was a knock on the door. "Wonder who that is," he muttered to himself as he closed the bag before walking to the front entrance. Glancing through the peephole revealed that it was Pierre, one of the older members of his gang who had managed to make it through all the trials and tribulations that they had been through.

Opening the door, he stepped aside to let his friend enter. Pierre was older than he was, with blond hair, a small jagged scar on his cheek, and tan skin. "Didn't think I'd see you here," he remarked as he stepped inside. "Not after seeing you with that guy taking on the High on tv."

Finch shrugged as he closed the door behind them, moving back into the main room of the safehouse. “I got myself a new gig with some powerful people. Lots of profit in it if it works out.” 

Pierre glanced towards the bag that he was busy packing at that point. “That why it look like you're going on a trip?” It wasn't the most difficult conclusion to reach, that was for sure. Finch didn't really mind, not from one of his closer associates. 

“Yeah.” Knowing who it was now, Finch did not waste time as he returned to packing up his stuff. He could do that and talk at the same time so multitasking would be the name of the game. “My new employer has some interesting digs. I'd tell you about it but he's a bit big on privacy”

That earned a chuckle from Pierre, who shook his head as he took a seat. “Relax, I wont pry.” He watched Finch for a few moments before speaking up again. “Still, this is a bit different than what you usually do isn't it? You said before that you don't like playing second fiddle to major players.”

Finch did not pause as he answered. “Yeah, I did. But I think there's real opportunity here. This guy isn't like all those other guys. Play my cards right and I could get a lot out of this.” There was a lot of risk as well, but he did not draw attention to that fact. He'd already made up his mind after all.

“Well, it's your decision,” Pierre replied with a shrug on his part. “So what's this mean for the rest of us?” Considering that he worked for Finch, he was understandably worried about that. 

That was something that Finch had considered before, and he had an answer prepared for his associate. “I don't know how long this will last, so I'll be in touch if I need anything. Don't do anything I wouldn't in the meanwhile.” 

Pierre chuckled again. “That's not too hard. I'll make sure things stay in one piece until you get back.” he got back up to his feet, walking over before offering Finch his hand. “You take care of yourself, alright?”

“Thanks,” Finch replied, shaking Pierre's hand without hesitation and a frank honesty that he did not usually show. But they had worked together for a while now, before he had really made it big. Pierre was one of the ones who knew him best, so he could b more open with him.

With that the conversation seemed to draw to a close as Pierre made his way over towards the door. “No problem. See you around, make sure you send a message or something once in a while.” 

“You too,” he replied, and stopped for a moment to watch as Pierre left. This was going to b a big change in his life, he was sure of it. Yet there was a small part of him that was worried about these changes, that perhaps thought how things were was alright. But at this point there was little time for doubts. Not after what had happened so far.

Once he had gone Finch returned to packing up his bag, slipping  last few items in. This was a gamble, all of it. He knew that he was doing something risky, playing with fire, but the payoff to it promised to be quite significant, more than he had ever had before. Didn't that make it worth the risk? 

Hopefully. Finch zipped up the bag and slung it over his shoulder before he took his leave, locking the safehouse on the way out. It was only when he had walked a couple streets that he then hit the button he had been given, with no one around to watch. He could keep that small little secret to himself for now, or at least pretend that he was. For now, it was time to return to his employer, and see what came his way next