Isn't He A Charmer

W o r k

At the crack of dawn, a man lay back in his desk chair, eyes hooded and in forced concentration.

The man was tall and heavily masculine, with an unmistakable identity. He adorned dark circles under his dilated eyes. As beauty marks dotted his tanned skin.

A large monitor sat sturdily in front of him, blinking reports and profiles as he flicked past them dismissively, the singular blinding light source reflecting onto his face. As long fingers pressed keys in quick precision.

"It seems typical to me" He mumbles to himself lowly.

Pausing in the midst of his analysis, a specific profile paused on screen.

He brought his face closer to the screen, his breathing hitching amiss recognising the blurred face.

'You idiot, getting yourself profiled'

He abruptly stood up, the thin wooden chair creaking in the process as he began clumsily patting himself down.

Finding his cellphone he selected an unnamed contact and stood in silence, impatient. 

"Hello, Sol, Congratulate him, he's in the books now. " 

A mature feminine voice rang out with a knowing tone. Smug, as she knew exactly why he was calling. She'd seen it too, of course she did, everyone could see it.

"..."

There was a moment of silence. Before she continued, seriousness set in her voice.

"Your little underdog has been quite tardy recently so I decided to put him up to a more.. difficult 'assignment'. To be brief; he got caught, he wanted to stick around when he shouldn't have".

He glanced back at his monitor, displaying the blurred silhouette of his 'acquaintance' captured in a poorly taken witness report. Blood splattered all over him. Ruthless.

He really didn't let much get past him did he, huh? Troublesome. He shouldn't have even given them a chance.

He let out a tired sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Trust me, I'll cover for him." He finished, unamused at the dry back and forth.

"All I can remind you is that you can't do this forever. What will he do when you kick the bucket eh?'"

He huffs through his teeth, "Tch, he'll learn that life is harder than he thinks when he finally meets his match. Thanks"

" My pleasure" She purrs

The line sharply cuts off.