Fenrir's Fangs

James, having reported in on the success of his mission, and handing in the doccument he found on the corpse of the dead Fairview Guard captain, made his was up to the Wolf's Den.

Pushing through the rusted old door above which still hung the sign for the bar, he made his way through the small crowd of people in the bar, enjoying their time off, or doing other things, most of them moved aside for James, his rank and personality scaring most of them.

Getting to the bar, he simply said to the barman.

"Beer."

The barman gave him a beer with a grinn, the guy was pretty damn old and James used to wonder how long he had actually been here, eventually, he gave up caring, walking away from the bar, he left a small trail of blood which was still dripping from the sheath of his Black machete.

He made his way past a few of what would pass for his "Friends" People who insisted on talking with him and trying to get him to smile or laugh, always without success, though he disliked actually speaking to anyone, these were the few people in James's life he would ever trust, people who had always been there for him, whether he wanted it or not.

Walking past Edward, Sabrina and Vlad, he gave a quick, cold nod, from anyone else, this wouldn't be much, but from James, this was about as good as it got in terms of recognition.

Making his way to his usual table, which was isolated in a dark corner away from everyone, he sat down and light a ciggarette and opened his beer, he had a feeling this was going to be a long day.