If Blood was Money.
Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen, to my first fanfic. Hope you enjoy reading as I enjoyed writing it. This concerns Garret after his battle with the Trickster and just before his adventures in the Metal Age. Rated T for safety.
P.S: I do not own Thief in any way or form…etc. Well, here we go.
Chapter 1: A Plan is made.
"Well, is it true?"
The small man nodded, then continued,
"The reports are specific, master. The Trickster is dead and Garret is still alive."
The master sat very still. " Get Garret for me. He is a very suitable subject for our new venture".
The small man bowed. "Yes sir, but he won't come cheap, from what I hear"
The other man still stayed seated. No it was true. Garret had a talent for sneaking and stealing more skilfully than any other, but skills came at a price. Sometimes a personal price was involved.
Still, it wasn't just the money; it was the job as well. A good thief likes a good challenge.
"The money will be put to you in good time. For now I would find him first. You may go now."
The small man bowed and left the room, leaving his master with a smile on his lips and a plan set in motion. A larger, bulky man stepped from the shadows towards his master.
"Follow him. Watch him closely. My servants and spies are accomplished enough, but I want loyalty especially at this stage of the game. I also want to know as much about Garret himself. See what you can dig up".
The larger man also bowed and left the room to begin his new task.