It didn't come as much of a surprise that Mordere's contact was a shorty. I mean they work for cheap, are easily ignored by larger people and if you have to kill them well its not like anyone will miss them (in Nidget's case people would be quite happy he was gone, me especially). What did come as a surprise was the amount of reverence Mordere paid to the little guy, I was almost convinced he even respected him. Which shouldn't be too much of a surprise, shorties can be members of the Followers, and they could in theory make a higher mark in the church, even if it would be improbable for someone short to gain the ranks in a group all about beating each other up, but weirder things have happened I suppose. Still its always weird when someone respects a shorty, well to me, because I'm a horrible racist.
"So you're certain he's there?" Mordere had been handed a packet of papers some hand drawn some stolen from a place that had printed on them.
"I don't see any one from the followers for years, and suddenly a sin is in my face and now you ask me if the information is good? I'll tell you what I told your leaders when I sent my message in the first place, the information is as good as it was when I first sent my message, I have not updated it since then." Apparently this guy was a deep cover operative charged with finding Follower hits that had some how escaped people like Mordere (how that's possible I'll never know, Mordere tended to find everyone he was looking for, whether they wanted him to or not).
"Then I thank you for your information and wish you a good journey back to the Guard lands, we no longer need you here."
"All these years and this is it, pat on the head and told to go?" Mordere drew the hammer back on his revolver.
"I could always retire you if you'd prefer." We were near a sewer entrance in a shorty slum, a gunshot probably wouldn't draw anyones attention, and we could dump his body into the feces where his people usually end up anyway.
"Whoa whoa no need to go like that I'm just saying a little bit of appreciation for the tasks at hand would be nice."
"I appreciate the work you have done, I also do not need you here any longer nor do the followers its best you find your way back home while you can."
"All right all right, I can see I can't get anymore money out of you, you're always a peach to work with Mordere." The shorty who's name I didn't get nor cared to get, left without so much as a good bye. It was fairly alarming at how quickly "retiring" a contact came to Mordere, much like breathing, the guy's first option was killing. I swear his only tool was murder, so every problem was a desire to kill. All the same we had our information and had to move on it, even if it was old and the target may have left. I can see the shorty's point about how the followers ignored him until they needed him again, then again that was the way of the world. All the same I made sure to note that "retirement" wasn't exactly a golden cloud with the followers.
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