So it is done

If age only could

Jonathan glanced at the 'package' he was supposed to deliver. The file folder filled with documents was not the strangest thing that he had delivered, but it was definitely in the top ten. He couldn't help but sigh, he really hated his conscience sometimes, at least it wasn't something heavy.

And so he took a step, before finding himself in a place where, as any sane mind would imagine, he could not and wasn't supposed to be. He emerged from a silent and invisible teleportation, before putting the documents down where the client wanted it to be planted before disappearing again, returning to his starting position.

At least that was his only delivery for today, so having completed his job, literally, in ten minutes, Jonathan now has nothing to do in his 'office' other than stare at the clock nearby. He couldn't help but yawn, it was nine o'clock in the morning...

He thinks Cinder has just started her classes for today, and Jonathan has already finished with his job for today. Not bad for a day's work.

Yawning again as he desperately tried to chase off the remnant of his sleepiness, Jonathan pulled on his cloak tighter. Really should have thought about making his teleport point a breezy alley, he grumbled as he tried hiding from the cold morning wind. Seeing his effort fruitless, he hurriedly headed down the almost deserted street, inspecting the rare passing cars.

He really shouldn't be this ill-prepared for the cold, there was nothing surprising about the fact that even a rather warm place like Mount Glenn had the tendency to get colder as winter approached. Still, it was already the twenty-fifth of September... Jonathan wondered if this Umbral World celebrated Christmas and New Year?

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders before unconsciously focusing his gaze on a low building not far away. A building that is unremarkable and is lost in the background of similarly sized buildings surrounding it. The building really wouldn't catch his attention if it was not the building that he had just sneaked into to deliver his 'package'.

Jonathan did not know what the building was supposed to be used for, or at the very least what it says in its official documents. Most likely it was listed as a warehouse rented by a shell company. And, frankly, he was not sure what that place was actually used for too, he didn't really see the point of snooping around. Though if Jonathan was a betting man, he would bet that the building was most likely the place where they store smuggled stuff. And maybe even an underground drug production workshop.

Jonathan could find out in more detail, but why would he? As he had already decided before, he's not going to play vigilante. He won't be personally blowing up warehouses filed with illicit contraband and rescuing illegal workers from sweatshops. Nor would he be leaving cute messages for the police in the style of costumed heroes as he leads them to the criminal mastermind. Besides, he has the real thing that can put anyone in jail, if we talk about official documentation anyway. With what he had, after a week of 'work', he could put half of the big officials of this city behind bars.

And he still wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with this compromising material. Although despite the fact that he was involved in Mount Glenn's criminal element, he wasn't in any way constrained in time or in his actions to consider eliminating Mount Glenn's underworld as his priority.

As long as drug dealers and corrupt officials just use me as an errand boy, and that their product destroys the lives of only other people, I don't care. Yes, you are indeed a good man, Jonathan. You know, you lost your moral compass quite fast. Can't do a lot worse than murder...

Jonathan shook his head, straightened his cloak, and took a deep breath. It's not like his dossier will disappear if he doesn't use it. No matter if he does it tomorrow or ten years from now, his dossier of evidence will continue to lie in his desk drawer until it sees the light one day. But as always, Jonathan had to tell himself that now is not the time.