"Of course, I've been good with numbers for as long as I can remember. Even beyond that, killing won't be a problem if the time comes up and you don't want to get your hands dirty. I would be more than happy to do it for you." His eyes flicker from his neck, then his hair, before going back to his eyes. "Only if that is what you want, Mr. Andretti. What should I do first, it is my first day, and I would like you to put me to work to show you exactly what I can do. At your request." He showed a sinister grin. "It is alright if I take my jacket off? I feel a bit hot in this room."
Niklas tugged at his collar. God, he’s… he’s…. He shakes the thought. “O-of course.” He pressed a small button on the desk, and a moment later, a tall woman with a shaved head entered the room. “What is it, boss.” She asks, nonchalant. Niklas straightens. “Take mister…” he glances at the papers again. “Freemen’s jacket. Please” Niklas then performs a few hand gestures beside his desk. ^did you do a profile?^ the woman returns them. ^working on it^. She goes to take Alex’s jacket.
He narrowed his eyes at the tug of his collar and huffed out a laugh. "Is there something wrong Mr. Andretti? If it's being a bodyguard then I can also do that too. I know to fight, probably better than anyone you have. If you only need me for numbers, then so be it." Alex pulled his sleeves up past his elbows revealing tattoos from his wrist up. They were designs that most people would be confused as to why it would ever be on someone's wrist. Alex thought it looked cool enough to put on his arm so he did, just like the dragon tattoo on his back. He fixed his hair, the rings on his fingers coming to view. His body was average muscle-wise. Even so, you could tell that Alex could kill someone, any time, any place. "Oh and please, just call me Alex."
Niklas started to blush, but managed to hide it. “I already have one. A trained one. Your job is to handle my… other affairs” he stared at Alex, admiring him. Stop Nik. he sat up straight, resuming his cold glare. “Mister Freemen, while we are still processing your files I have a job for you. To see if you’re fit.” He slides a paper across the desk, detailing scenarios like drug operations and distributions. “Crunch the numbers, bring this back soon. Then we can talk further.” He nods to the woman who leaves with Alex’s file.
Alex stood up from his chair, giving a bow. "Yes, Mr. Adndretti. This shouldn't take too long. We'll be speaking again very soon. I hope you like what you see." Alex hummed. He kept contact with Niklas before fully turning around and walking away with the woman that held his file. He closed the door behind him. Got him. Alex managed to see the quick blush on his cheeks. This is going to be so much fun. He didn't dare break cover while walking behind the woman. He was clearly taller than her, but quite a bit actually. However, women never interested him, that much he was sure on.
Niklas growls in response. this is why father disowned you. He watches the door close with a sigh. The woman leads Alex out. “Don’t come back unless it’s finished. And good.” She glares.
"No need to be so tense. Of course it'll be good, in every way possible." Alex took the file, stuffing his hand in the pocket of his pants "You got a pencil and maybe a calculator? This should only take a few minutes. A calculator would make my life easier, but if that isn't an option, then my brain will just have to do." Alex opened the file and took a look at the data collected. "Maybe a flat surface as well. Actually, never mind, I'll just use that wall." Alex flipped back and forth through the page with only one hand.
The woman glares. “No. Make it quick.” She stomps back to Niklas’s office
"She's quite the mean one." He mumbled and began his calculations. I better watch out for her… It didn't take him long to finish in fact it was quite easy for him. This felt like only college-level math to him. Considering he got trained by his father and the government. He was also self-taught which gave him advantages at times. Once Alex was finished he combed his hair back with relief. His half black and white hair got mixed up in the part. The white seemed to be mostly taking up the space. He knocked on the door. "I've finished." He cooed.
The woman furiously whispered to Niklas in Russian. He shushed her once he heard the knocking. “Excellent. Give Sasha the papers, then wait on the alleyway on 7th for our final decision.” He says behind the door. Sasha opens it and glares at Alex
"You got it, Mr. Andertti." He handed over the file before walking out of the building. He waited in the alleyway like instructed. Alex didn't have anything else going on. However, he did stop and get some fries while he was out. Alex was hungry and needed food. He played a game on his phone while he ate and waited. "Sasha still has my jacket. Oh well, I'll get it back later." He mumbled to himself and went back to eating and playing his game.
Niklas sits, staring at the desk. “How unfortunate…” he says softly. Sasha taps the desk. “There’s no clear answer, but there is a possibility that your recruit is working against us. And my profiling is never wrong, sir.” Niklas sighs. Sasha sits on the desk, tracing Niklas’s neck. “You know, boss, it may be beneficial to… get information out of him.” She smirks. “You know what I mean.” Niklas stares distantly, placing cold hands on his tired face. “Perhaps. Besides, he is good at maths…”
Moments later, Niklas appears in the alleyway with sunglasses and a completely different outfit, a casual sweatshirt and ripped jeans. A small gold chain wrapped around his tattooed neck, accentuating his new hairstyle and earrings. He holds Alex’s jacket carefully, striding forward with caution. A simple nod is the only transaction, followed by slipping a paper into Alex’s pocket secretly. Niklas starts back toward the darkness of the alleyway.
Alexander was about to speak but Niklas was gone before he could even get a word out. He scoffed and watched and reached in his pocket. He read the paper and smirked. "You could've just told me. Next, you should use your words, pretty boy." He shook his head before walking away as well. "I'll see you later Mr. Andretti." He spoke into the black darkness before going back to his apartment complex.
(I’m dying i love them :’)
Niklas stands in the sharp sting of the morning air, outside an abandoned warehouse. He checks his watch again, tapping his expensive boots impatiently. Sashas words echo through his mind, he would have to get close to Alex in order to know his motives. He lights a cigarette, a sly grin crossing his face as he waits for mister Freemen.
(So do I this is going so well and you are a great writer by the way)
Alex changed into more comfortable clothes and checked the address on the slip of paper. He shook his hair in the mirror trying to get it to look nice. Alex checked himself in the mirror. The string coming down from the broken rips in his jeans made him look even better. He had a simple white short sleeve shirt with a polo jacket covering it. "Somewhere secluded huh. Alright." Alex grabbed the car keys before exiting his apartment complex, making sure to lock his room. It took him a while to get there considering he was new to California and it wasn't exactly marked on any maps. He parked down the street from the location set out of the red Porche 911 he had been driving. he locked the car stick the keys in his pocket before walking to Niklas. "Hello, Mr. Adretti. Sorry for the wait I wanted to change into something a bit less formal and a bit more casual. I hope that wasn't a problem. May I ask why you wanted to mee me here?"
Niklas smiles slyly, still in his casual outfit from before. He flicks his head and starts through the doors, flecked with old wood and broken glass. “Syuda.” He says softly, this way.
"Right." Alex raised an eyebrow skeptical of where he was being taken but followed him anyway. He took in his surroundings in case he had to use it for future purposes. Alex synced his steps with Niklas and unobtrusively walked behind him. "I hope you're not going to kill me. That would be extremely counterproductive."
Niklas laughed, turning around slightly to meet Alex’s gaze. “Oh no no no… you won’t have to worry about that. Yet.” A tap on the watch on his wrist signals for a rusty wall to slowly recede, revealing an even more extravagant room than the one before, about the size of a basketball court. Each oak wall was intricately decorated with portraits and animal mounts, leading to the dark, black, velvet abyss of carpet, with deep green chairs placed strategically along the walls. A group of gruff looking people played pool in the center of the room, and paid little regard to the pair.
Alex watched Niklas closely. Almost like he was studying his movements in case he ever had to come back here. "I see, so this is where you wanted to take me. Quite the room if I do say so myself. Is this where I'll be doing my work or have you not concluded that I can be a part of this organization you run?" Alex observed the pool game happen to chuckle to himself a bit whenever someone missed a shot. "These guys don't seem so tough." His cross earrings dangled back and forth as he walked which made him look all the more magnificent. "They must be one of the best. Sorry if I have offended you, Mr. Andretti."
Niklas studied Alex too, every movement, every sway of his earrings, every smile, every color of those eyes… he looks away for a moment, back to the game of pool. “My you are talkative.” He turns around, facing Alex with a smirk. “As of now, you have potential to be part of this organization. But you are useless. Wether or not I can use you for more… fun projects, will be determined by how good you are.” Behind his back, his hands interlace, skull earrings appearing behind his messy hair as he leans forward, closer to Alex. “So you better be good.” The moment passes, and Niklas resumes circling the room. “And no. I do not take offense.” One of the men grunts in response, giving Niklas a sideways glance. Niklas returns the glare, only colder. More menacing. The man learns his place and shakes his head. “The respect I get, pretty boy.” He growls, hitting a ball into one of the sockets. Niklas looks back. “Come. Watching these losers wasn’t what I brought you here for… Alex.” He smiles and opens a new door, holding it open.
"I'll take what you said as a compliment." He watched the interaction with a wide smirk on his face. "You don't have to worry about that, Mr. Andretti. I'll fulfill all of your needs. I did choose to work for you after all." Alex opened his mouth before it formed into another one of his signature grins. He walked through the door that was kindly held open for him. Alex took off his jacket then draped it over his arm as if he were a waiter carrying a napkin. The tattoos stretched up to his shoulders on both sides. "
Niklas smiled, watching him. for his motives, he kept telling himself. That’s what this was about. Alex’s motives. Not his strong arms or tattoos… Niklas sighed and stepped through the door. “That’s good. It’s devotion or death in this business.” He started down the dark hallway, equally as furnished as the last room, shoes clicking against the sleek granite floors. “The TenistyyeKhodoki is an international business, dealing with… all kind of things poor Interpol doesn’t like us dealing with. My father runs it, and I run a section of it.” He glances back. “This section. The Polya work under you, you work under me, and I… I work under my father.” He smiles sadly, then steps back a bit to be more in line with Alex. “But enough about me, what is your life like? What drove you this far back to get involved with the illegal trade business?” He smirks, small dimples appearing on his pale, vampiric cheeks.