The wind ripped through the trees, casting a gloomy and sullen atmosphere towards the already cold night sky. A figure slipped through dark buildings, casting shadows across the brick walls. The butler was focused on his target, he tried not to cast glances at the shadows or moving rats and other small animals, any diversion could prove to be fatal. He grew nervous as a dirty park bench, probably not used in ages, came into view. His anxiety did not show though, his posture remained calm and serious. He did not dare try to sit on the benches, for it could be a trap. He waited next to the bench, slipping his hands into his pocket as if to make sure the package was still there.

As he ran his hands through his sleek black hair again, he laughed to himself. 'If I were a real butler,' he thought to himself, 'what would I be doing here?' His built was of a kid, a 17 year-old, to be exact. He had jet black hair, a short cut that came down to his eyes. To any observer he would look like a normal kid, but to a fighter, which the onlooker was, he was a whole different thing. What the watcher saw was muscled legs, the stance of a fighter, and the arms of one who isn't as innocent as he seems to be.

The watcher started silently forward to surprise the boy, whose back, was to him, when suddenly a carrying voice split the silence. "I think that will be far enough right now". The boy turned around to observe this new character. What the teenager saw he usually would have liked, but on a lonely night, with no one around, he didn't like it one bit. The man was big, two heads above him. He had massive chests and biceps and his legs were the same, although most of it was hidden by a dark business suit. His stance also told his he was a trained fighter, not just some heavy-weightier.

"You have a delivery?" the man said, getting right to the point, he didn't want to be here more than necessary.

The boy smiled. "And you are?"

The man's eyebrows strew together in a frown, he didn't like this kid's attitude. "You can call me Butler, my real name is not important"

The boy's smile widened further. "Why would I call you butler if you do not serve me?"

"I have no time to play games boy!" Butler said, the shadows making him uncomfortable and impatient, "Just give me what you have!"

The teen's smile vanished and in a blink of an eye he was under Butler nose, his hand already reaching for his ready gun. "Look kid," Butler said, "I would be glad to fight you anytime, but right now I serve my master, and he wants the package."

"Alright" The boy said, sighing, "here it is". He took a few steps back and withholds a dark blue paper package. He passed it to Butler outstretched hands and he deposited this into his jacket. As they both turned their backs to walk away, Butler suddenly turned and asked "By the way, I never quite got your name".

The boy also turned, looking at him for a few seconds, finally saying "Rick. Rick Walker".

Butler nodded a few times. "I'll remember that".

Sorry if its to short! I play video games when I'm not reading so I'm usually busy, don't worry, Starfleet and Artimas Fowl are coming soon!