“Sebastian. Excellent as always. I expected no less from you.”

Sebastian’s chest puffed out with pride at his boss’ words. In their world, you either lived by the rules or you died trying to fit in. It seemed as if the fates were smiling down at him. He just managed to secure police protection from a corrupt set of officials. Now, they were free to do their business in this city.

“The bosses will be pleased. For this, I will grant you a boon. Ask anything and if it is within my power, I will grant it to you.”

Sebastian grinned. This was what he was waiting for.

“I need you to get me a job. I have a specific one in mind.”

“A job? Why? You can live off your commissions!” his boss exclaimed.

“Let’s just say that I have another ulterior motive...a personal vendetta.”

His boss smiled menacingly. “Well why didn’t you just say that? I love vendettas. Tell me about it and this job you want is yours.”