Hi everyone, this is a Leverage supernatural fanfic, if you don't like it, don't read it. But reviews would be happily accepted.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (Boo! I would so have had much more shirtless Eliot if that was the case!). The Plot is mine and any unknown characters.
Enjoy!
The bar was having a slow day, not as many customers as usual. Not as much chatter around them. A short chubby man named George Preston sat across from Nate.
"Please Mr. Ford. The Sun Down Resort killed my wife and made it look like an accident. It's not even the first time they've done this." George's head dropped as he tried to wipe a tear from his eye. Sophie handed him a tissue.
"If they killed your wife, why don't you leave the company?" She asked, waving over a waiter with a glass of water. Nate nodded, taking a sip of his scotch.
"I would if I could, but I have a daughter. She's all I have left. The company has a high level mage working for them. They told me if I quit… Mr. Ford, I've seen some of the spells this guy can cast. I can't risk that happening to my daughter. Please, you have to help us; I just want some justice for my wife." George blew his nose before taking a sip of water.
"We'll see what we can do Mr. Preston." Nate stated. George nodded and stood.
"Thank you. Thank you so much!" George stood, shook their hands and left. Nate downed the rest of his scotch.
"Well, let's go brief the team." He smiled at Sophie, before heading upstairs.
"No. No. NO! No Nate. Just no. Mages are harder to con than vampires. You know this!" Hardison all but yelled at Nate. Sophie, Eliot and Parker just sat there, watching the interaction between the brains and the hacker. Parker was quietly crunching away on her cereal, whilst Eliot and Sophie took long sips of their drinks. Sophie knew no matter what their hacker said, Nate was taking this case. It reminded him of IYS and his son.
"Hardison it will be fine!" Nate shouted.
"Fine? Fine?! Nate, this isn't the first time the Sun Down Resort has done something like this. The people who work there, they're basically slaves. The company owns everything. And I do mean everything. The houses, the cars, the clothes on their backs. If an employee steps out of line one too many times – Whoops, another accident. Man they even have a level five mage on the payroll. Level Five Nate!" Hardison had been pacing throughout his rant. He pressed a few buttons on his keyboard and brought up a picture of the mage in question. "I mean, do you not remember the witch in Albuquerque last month?!"Nate bounced his head around for a minute, making it look as if he was reconsidering the con.
"You raise a fair point."
"Thank you man." Hardison sank heavily into his seat, a small smile on his face, thinking he'd won. He should have known better by then. Nate clapped his hands together and stood up, facing his team.
"Alright, here's what we're going to do…"
Hardison threw his hands up in defeat.