Post by gabby on Dec 10, 2007 15:45:55 GMT -5
The last contract gave him enough to not need work for the next several years, but he was restless. Having been on the run for all those years had made Gabriel one to not like staying in one place for too long. His trip to Diagon Alley being one proof of such an occurrence. He tucked his gold pouch into his pocket, his leather jacket creaking as he moved. His hair touched his shoulders, having not been cut in months, he found he liked the length. But this was not his thought for the moment, he was looking at owl pellets for his pet, Strider. Strider was the only true friend Gabriel could claim. Not that he distrusted easily, but rather that he had no time to make new friends. And the ones he knew from the Ministry all considered him to be dead. And, if they knew he was not dead, it would be impossible for them not to report him to the officials, and he would find himself dead in no time. He was more than confident in his own skills; however, the Ministry never allowed an UnSpeakable to live after they left the position. Sadly, Gabriel found himself a rogue agent, and on the run.
He always had to look over his shoulder. It was not a way of life he enjoyed, but it was one in which he needed to have to survive. Gabriel made it a point not to talk to the same person more than once, if he could keep from it. In fact, Sue, his employee at the Magick Hut, was the only person he made contact with on a regular basis, using his owl Strider. He had only spoken to her directly twice in the time of her hire. She only knew that she was to send any messages he received at the small shop to him through Strider. She was never allowed to read any of these correspondences, and he paid her well to keep her lips shut. When she wrote him, she never complained about her position, nor did she ask what the messages contained. He was pleased with his employee. She was a good person to have at the little shop, not that the shop itself made any gold.
He turned in the small store with a large sack of pellets in hand. He walked to the counter and waited in line. Gabriel hated waiting, although it was a big part of his current line of work. Too often waiting in one place would lead to a close call, as it had this very morning as he had almost been spotted by another agent of the Ministry. A man called Tomas Delhopper, one of the UnSpeakables he recognized as he walked in the dark alley behind his shop. He had ducked into another shop and watched the man walk on past the window. He had not seen Gabriel, and that was good.
Gabriel was considering finding some new disguises, such as the little old man charm he had used during the last contract fulfillment. He enjoyed that disguise greatly, and would think to use it often. He counted out several gold coins as he waited in line, his eyes often going to the front door of the Emporium.
He always had to look over his shoulder. It was not a way of life he enjoyed, but it was one in which he needed to have to survive. Gabriel made it a point not to talk to the same person more than once, if he could keep from it. In fact, Sue, his employee at the Magick Hut, was the only person he made contact with on a regular basis, using his owl Strider. He had only spoken to her directly twice in the time of her hire. She only knew that she was to send any messages he received at the small shop to him through Strider. She was never allowed to read any of these correspondences, and he paid her well to keep her lips shut. When she wrote him, she never complained about her position, nor did she ask what the messages contained. He was pleased with his employee. She was a good person to have at the little shop, not that the shop itself made any gold.
He turned in the small store with a large sack of pellets in hand. He walked to the counter and waited in line. Gabriel hated waiting, although it was a big part of his current line of work. Too often waiting in one place would lead to a close call, as it had this very morning as he had almost been spotted by another agent of the Ministry. A man called Tomas Delhopper, one of the UnSpeakables he recognized as he walked in the dark alley behind his shop. He had ducked into another shop and watched the man walk on past the window. He had not seen Gabriel, and that was good.
Gabriel was considering finding some new disguises, such as the little old man charm he had used during the last contract fulfillment. He enjoyed that disguise greatly, and would think to use it often. He counted out several gold coins as he waited in line, his eyes often going to the front door of the Emporium.
