[Mikhail Vashael]

Cigar placed squarely between his teeth, the blonde butcher grinned smugly at Theo's comments. He looked over the man's shoulder, as if watching someone in the distance or lost in some momentary relapse of thought. The kid had guts, and drive. Not bad qualities given any circumstance. He wet his dry mouth and spoke without provocation.

"Lets go."

The flickering tobacco was a quarter spent, but a brisk walk to the twelfth Parish would find it burnt down to a stub. As the men travelled, Vashael took in the delights and visual tapestry that Prime had to offer. It was a beautiful city, truely. Row after row of heavy mortar and wooden structures blurred their stride, much of the brick was fresh or leveled over ancient carved foundations. It said many things.. war, business, destruction, rebirth. In the architecture of a city one could read into the past like a great leather bound tome. Every street a sentence, every parish a chapter.
Reaching the crest of a wandering alley Mikhail gazed over a short expanse, finding the remains of Artes Doces Cemetery placed below him like a scattered seabed at low tide. Stone blocks, slabs, statues and sickly trees dotted the lull of dry grass.
Mikhail enjoyed the view and tested his fingers against the base of a long reinforced knife handle, preparing for what lied ahead.
Spitting the end of the cigar into a ditch, Vashael passed the crumbling Cemetery wall and made for a large grey altar bearing the raised hands of a deathly angel, stained black under the folds of it's dress by rain and mirth. Below the gothic figure sat a balding human idly wrapping a noose around his left forearm as if testing the rope's strength. Vashael nodded and flicked his right hand out of his coat pocket almost like a wave.
Whispering to Theo offhandedly, the Butcher kept his vision focused on the hunched man before them.

"Here's our contact. Try not to mention anything about the rope... "

Truely smiling for the first time ever as far as Dominic was concerned, Vashael's mouth flashed ivory white but his eyes said things only an inmate on death row would understand.