Dubois hated the light. It hurt his eye, it reminded him of how age had racked his body, and most importantly it let others see him. Even with modern sun glasses the pain of light hurt him during long exposures. So being in front of the Royal authorities while they questioned him on his questionable use of his assassin license was painful for more than just the questions. It had been a rough few weeks for Dubois ever since he helped the Imperial Government he'd been subject to all kinds of new regulations he wasn't even aware existed. He would have cursed his luck for the situation, but he felt it probably not wise considering it was the fire god herself who set him on his path.
"Fifteen men Mr. Dubois."
"I'm sorry what was the question there." It had been three hours of questions at this point, Dubois had let his mind wander, the light was especially harsh it felt.
"You killed fifteen men, in a public space, we have video."
"I'm a licensed assassin, these men were on a list I've provided all of this to your office I don't know why we're doing this dance."
"I'm concerned Mr. Dubois, as an assassin we don't even have an accurate accounting of your activities, and you're required to report all lawful kills to the proper authorities, but you go months without reporting." The inquisitor was a thin man with a bird like face, Dubois had thought of all the ways he'd kill him if given the chance, strangulation seemed like the best.
"I go a long time between jobs, I'm not the man I used to be Inquisitor."
"And yet you recently involved yourself and your brotherhood in imperial affairs."
"I don't see what one has to do with the other, I gave my statements to your government after the incident, my people were in the right place at the right time, didn't even request payment, if anything you owe me not the other way around."
"We don't view it that way and we think you owe us and we'd like to collect."
"Of course, your government can't simply pay an assassin you have to indebt him to you to do your dirty work, let me guess the head of the Lyn family." The inquisitor smiled.
"You have one week."
"Going to need longer than that to find him, give me a month."
"Two weeks."
"Fine inquisitor, but after this we're done, and believe me you don't want to see me again." The man scoffed at the threat, but Dubois never made threats, he made promises. Just like he promised someone earlier to kill Mr. Lyn anyway, if anything the Imperial government got in the way of that, but he couldn't exactly tell them that, Lyn wasn't on any official lists after all.
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