Arsene Velmont had been awake for two hours when the E-mail arrived, but had just sat on the corner. His Honor 6, stolen from some poor man during a time when he wasn't part of Sunday Group, buzzed on the floor in his apartment. E-mail app flashed the sender: Ellie, the boss herself. His other guess would have been David, as Velmont had passed some news about rookie low-life cultists to him. Perhaps he'd finally got a mugshot of their teacher and whatever they'd do. A win win deal, put a stop to their actions, capture moderate "bringer of Armageddon" and perhaps find some magical items of value. Maybe next time.

The only light in the room was emitted from the phone's screen as Arsene read the mail. At least week in Washington state following some case. He wondered if they'd go to Seattle, rumours were that Edgers there whispered to the depths of the Ocean. Thoughts weren't pleasant, but perhaps Ellie's job wouldn't delve into their business. Arsene let out a sigh and looked out of the window between the window blinders. His slight paranoid habit stuck deep, after two decades walking at the edge of supernatural realms and seeing the good people, bad people, good turning bad during the years at the streets. He liked to think that he hadn't made it big, but compared to other dwellers at the rim he was living comfortable life after couple of years in Sunday Group. His apartment was a single bedroom apartment on third floor, 550 squares, leaking sinks, no soundproofing, decent heating, rent was cheap and he hadn't bothered to get much furniture. Mattress was on the floor in bedroom, two balcony chairs and table were decorating the living room. Some carpets were collecting dust on the floor. He had brought a blackboard and lots of chalk in living room to make notes, as well as a Macbook for working and TV for news. On floor there was a second matters acting as a sofa. 

After good 20 seconds of watching empty streets, Arsene went to kitchen. He grabbed a bowl from the sink and filled it with cereals. He poured milk and some peanut butter jelly to mix it up. He ate the whole thing in silence, only thing making noise was when spoon hit the bowl. Breakfast in peace was one of things he enjoyed by having stable income was his own place. Long time ago he didn't have his own home and not much cash, so he spent much of time on streets or crashing a fellow edger every now and then. Now he could actually have a hot shower in the morning. Downside was he hated sticking at one place, and he'd been in Chicago for long time. Local edgers started to know him and spread rumours. Back in the day he wandered from town to town, city to city, place to place. He still had a sports bag which contained everything he had in person, ready to be grabbed when opportunity rose from another town. Habit had stuck, the clothes never made it to cabinets in his apartment. 

Before heading to the office, he took one of the nice warm showers, dried himself and took a good look at himself from the mirror. Bags under his eyes, hair messy like a pile of dark hey, stubble beard he didn't yet bother to cut. All good to go. He dressed up to his black sweater and put on his long leather coat, stuffed Macbook inside the sports bag, grabbed the bag and headed out out. Neighbourhood was not too friendly, but the Chicago L was close. The metro station was crowded as people were heading to city centre for work. Arsene decided to take a bus. No other people on the bus stop, few persons inside. He took a seat in the back and held his feet on his bag. Rubbing his amulet to keep it in hand in case that someone was to rush and grab his bag. He eased up somewhat when the bus emptied close to the centre, and even more when he saw the destination from the window. Old brown building made of bricks and dreams of grandiose. Arsene thought for years that only rich, greedy, narcissist and competitive would work in buildings like this, but behold, that's where he was heading. 

He was inside office 10 minutes before meeting.