"...yes, I will need several dozen containers of the Breath Of Ifrit. It will be required for this latest job. Money is no object, simply make sure it is sent to these coordinates post haste. It is always a pleasure to do business with you Karina." Her haggling bothered him to no end, but it was simply one of the many formalities when dealing with the Market. He waved his hand over the mirror and the glass rippled like a pond, the image of the professional looking Middle Eastern woman fading as the connection ended. Asmar toyed with the monocle in his coat pocket, a strange feeling of apprehension coming over him as he considered what this latest assignment would entail. It was highly unusual for him to work with a partner, even moreso to work with a Spirit, no matter the pedigree. Yet here he was being forced to work with not only a Servant, but 6 other Servants and 6 other Magus to claim this Holy Grail.
It must be a very important artifact for the Clocktower to personally send in a team to claim it. Normal protocol for a situation in this vein would be for the Clocktower Nobles to just perform a Grand Ritual and sweep the Grey Family from the face of the Earth. Perhaps it was also a matter of pride too. Asmar sighed quietly as he stuck both hands in pockets, the door of his room opening as he walked outside and then closing as he proceeded to Director Archibald's office. The pride of the Magus was their downfall, to be caught up in such things as how one looks and how your actions reflect on others is truly the height of foolishness. Perhaps that's why he was stuck at the rank of Fes.
He had arrived just in time it would appear, a violent Magus was screaming obscenities at the room and two others were having a friendly conversation. It appeared they were waiting for everyone to arrive before disseminating the necessary information. Pointless, a waste of everyone's time, especially his own. "Director Archibald. I trust you've prepared the dossiers ahead of time yes? It would reflect quite poorly on you if you didn't do such a basic task for such an important mission." Asmar gently pushed aside Paula, caring little for her temper tantrum as he pulled up a chair and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other and he stared intently at the man before him.
"I also trust that you've authorized the usual amount for mission expenditures, I had to withdraw from my own personal funds last mission because your people failed to do the proper paperwork." He would need to acquire a proper Mystic Code for this mission, perhaps a blade stained with the grudges of a hundred would do. No, laziness was the enemy of efficiency. No less then five hundred, only then could he properly use it as a catalyst for his other curses. Perhaps a brick from the Kaaba as well, the blessings of the holiest of sites would do well to guide his fate. Ah, all on the dime of the Clocktower of course, he may be rich but he was not frivolous either. Frivolous people tended to become poor very quickly, wasteful spending is the enemy of efficiency.