To Catch a Cheater

Artemis was kind of hoping that at the very least, today wasn't going to be so bad. After the gruelling amount of paperwork he had been buried under lately, not to mention the seemingly endless initiations and recruitment he had to do now that the guild had endured a massive drop in member count lately. Plus he wasn't fitting in yet, not really, the current Directors didn't seem willing to work with him so easily . Not to mention any attempt to talk to Blanche about it just resulted in a roll of the eyes and some more work handed to him. He knew she wasn't there to hold his hand through the process, but she could at the very least cut the guy some slack. It was clear this position was thrown at him rather suddenly. His only relief was when he was handed a job by Blanche that caught his interest. Paperwork was fair play but surely as it's Guildmaster, Artemis needed to get to work on doing a job for the guild itself. He had quickly contacted, one of his fellow guildmembers about it. Someone he actually knew outside the guild and trusted well enough to accompany him on his first real job as the leader of Hidden Blades.


When he arrived at their chosen meet up point, he noticed he was already their. Wearing the same guise he had worn that night. The night they had taken down Black Rose. Meitritrice. Artemis was wearing a disguise of his own. The suit of a maintenance man, something he had ordered through Blanche. He wore a flat grey comapny, under which was a blond wig. His red eyes were covered by his black contact lenses. His fast masked but a dust mask, worn by someone who might not be want to breathe in dust from construction. He had a backpack with him, inside was his guildarmour, in case he needed it. Hopefully he wouldn't, but still, there were always risks. He stepped up to Deleronark, before he could even say hello. He spotted the alcohol.  "Oh nice you brought beer." He said, reaching over he would begin to help himself.

Artemis picked up a beer, twisting it open, brought it to hips lips. Taking two heavy gulps, enjoying the crisp taste before swallowing it down. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, it had been too long since he'd had a drink. When he asked Blanche for a drink she usually brought him coffee or water. Then again maybe he was going about it the wrong way, maybe he should just have a mini-bar installed in his office. After all, it wasn't his fathers domain anymore. But his, he would have to consider the means of getting around it. No doubt, his Father would disapprove, but on the plus side it would make being stuck in that room a little less insufferable. He scoffed at Deleronark's comment.

"Prude my ass, I'm still me just on a tighter leash. Pfft, At least marriage involves sex, every time I feel like I'm making a dent in my work, Blanche waltzes in a doubles it." He said, that woman was so cold and ruthless, Artemis felt like she was in charge of him some days. It was a shame too, cause she was pretty hot, but he genuinely felt like if he tried he may lose some 'precious' organs in response. Artemis placed himself down next to Deleronark, who was now sat in his familiar, 'Mietitrice' attire, as that was his Alias with Hidden Blades. That was one relief, knowing someone decent was there to escape with every now and then. He just hoped the guy was dealing with it okay, then again, if the dude wasn't okay with the situation. The likelihood was, he probably wouldn't agree to it.

Mietitrice caught his attention, the amused tone he had when he looked into the camera. Artemis leaned over to look, "Oh shit!" He said, a grin spreading across his face. "How does a guy like that land her? Whew, oh there goes the clothes. Yep, this is definately what we're looking for." He said, well, this job was pretty much in the bag. Just record this for a bit then deliver it to the client. He looked at Mietitrice and smirked. "Also, you say that but I'm sure you know enough about me to know I can change that whenever I want. Did your 'investigation' tell you about my track record, huh? " He said, nudging him teasingly with his elbow. He looked back at the camera, "Got to give it to the old guy, he sure is trying."