Ezayne glanced at the text for a moment. what was D for him? It was too soon to think about him like a son. Maybe a little brother? That would be a good term.
[Text] Anytime, really. You could come now if you want. I live alone with my little brother, he came from a long journey and he’s going to spend some leisure time here. So you’ll have four extra hands to help you if you want, but I’d prefer to be the one helping you with this. It’s something very personal for me.
Now?! … Actually, that was probably a good idea. Set to it quickly, before he lost his nerve. And, really, he was curious.
[Text] Now would be just fine. If you give me the address, I’ll be there as soon as possible. As for help, let me get a better idea of what I’ll be working with, and we’ll figure out what works best. [Send]
[Text] Alright! Here’s where I live…
He wrote his address and hit the Send button. Now he only would have to wait. He wasn’t feeling like training today… and given how entertained was D reading his old comic books, he doubted he could help them. EZayne really didn’t want to put him any restrictions, D had proved him he was a good child. He deserved to rest and do all kind of things normal for a kid, and as long he was enjoying his time, Ezayne was OK with it.
Better it would be to save all his weapons into his closet. Maple would freak out if he found out he was going to work for a little assassin family… And that wouldn’t be good. Thank God, he still knew how to be the perfect gentleman.
As he’d promised, Jack soon arrived at the building. The doorman had been told to expect him, and once inside, he made his way toward the elevator, heading up to the penthouse.
It wasn’t hard to find which apartment was Ezayne’s. Outside the door, the blue man hesitated for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. He’s just another client. Even if it’s a new setting, he’s just a client, and you’re just looking around. It’ll be fine.
With that, he knocked on the door.
Jack Maple 