[Well, not exactly revenge, but a step on the way to it - Sam stands in front of an townhouse, peering up at the windows closed up with blinds, the lavish glass screen door, the purple petunias garnishing what little front yard the house has. A very important man lives here. A man who is high on the pecking order of Y's company. Y is a tricky little devil to find, Sam's found - he's certainly got all his fingers in all the pies, and yet has hidden himself behind so many others that it almost seems like he doesn't exist at all.]
[And yet, Sam knows very well that he exists. His goal is to stop him from existing any longer for what he did.]
[Sam peers down at the book in his hands (Heroes Must Always Fall: An Analysis of Themes in Mythology Throughout the Ages), scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly as he pretends to read it. He's here to scout out the place before he attempts to get what he deserves, but there's something that's not quite right.]
[There's a lady that's been following him, and he has no idea who she is.]
[Who is she? One of Y's people? Somebody interested in him and his criminal skills? She's been tailing him too close to be pure coincidence, and although he's tried not to make eye contact, he really has been lifting his head more to look over at her. It bothers him. The last thing he wants is for somebody to come in and ruin his plans.]
[He bites his lip, thinking, before shutting the book, stuffing it under his armpit, and stepping right up to her, clearing his throat to get her attention. The best way to find out what she wants is to just ask her directly - then he'll know what he's dealing with. (He hopes.)]
Excuse me. C-can I help you? [He says, in a meek voice, his eyes almost beady through the mess of long brown hair on his head.] I might be wrong, but it seems like you want to talk...
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[Well, not exactly revenge, but a step on the way to it - Sam stands in front of an townhouse, peering up at the windows closed up with blinds, the lavish glass screen door, the purple petunias garnishing what little front yard the house has. A very important man lives here. A man who is high on the pecking order of Y's company. Y is a tricky little devil to find, Sam's found - he's certainly got all his fingers in all the pies, and yet has hidden himself behind so many others that it almost seems like he doesn't exist at all.]
[And yet, Sam knows very well that he exists. His goal is to stop him from existing any longer for what he did.]
[Sam peers down at the book in his hands (Heroes Must Always Fall: An Analysis of Themes in Mythology Throughout the Ages), scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly as he pretends to read it. He's here to scout out the place before he attempts to get what he deserves, but there's something that's not quite right.]
[There's a lady that's been following him, and he has no idea who she is.]
[Who is she? One of Y's people? Somebody interested in him and his criminal skills? She's been tailing him too close to be pure coincidence, and although he's tried not to make eye contact, he really has been lifting his head more to look over at her. It bothers him. The last thing he wants is for somebody to come in and ruin his plans.]
[He bites his lip, thinking, before shutting the book, stuffing it under his armpit, and stepping right up to her, clearing his throat to get her attention. The best way to find out what she wants is to just ask her directly - then he'll know what he's dealing with. (He hopes.)]
Excuse me. C-can I help you? [He says, in a meek voice, his eyes almost beady through the mess of long brown hair on his head.] I might be wrong, but it seems like you want to talk...