It took about a month to train him. To break him out of the mindset of a petty thief and mold him into a proper criminal. It wasn't hard, the man had a talent for theft on any scale. It was something about the way his hands moved that made it easy to lose track of them while he held your attention. It was nothing Cinder couldn't easily predict, but a beautiful talent they could hone nonetheless.
He was cruel and quick, the streets not exactly having been kind to him. He was able to hold his own in a fight with some of the biggest street thugs Cinder could find, and he was absolutely deadly when wielding a broomstick. Preferring to use it as a walking stick, he walked with swagger into any altercation, dispatching his enemies with incredibly timed strikes and well placed blocks. He was perfect for the mission Cinder had, although he'd be but a pawn.
She crafted Melodic Cudgel from scratch, watching his eyes light up as he took the weight between his fingers, twirling the cane like a baton. "Am I missing something, or do you still not have a weapon yet?"
"You're missing something." She smirked, walking away with a away of her hips that could've snapped the necks of a dozen men.
He'd also taken an affinity to expensive cigars and eyeliner. For the early phases of her plan, he was rising up a hefty expense, still second only to Mercury's food bill.
"Our first hit will be tomorrow." Cinder's voice was cool, sultry, and commanding. The sound of her heels striking the ground as she moved towards him added emphasis to her every word.
"Can you at least tell me what we're stealing all this Dust for?" He was eager to actually be a part of her plan.
She ignored him, walking away with the same enticing walk with which she'd approached. He'd do the job regardless of the information he'd receive. And she was sure her investment in him would pay off.