Chapter 301: Interlude Jason

Chapter 301: Interlude Jason

The others were having fun at the moment, beating down [Raid Bosses]. First, it had just been Isaac and his team, but later, theyd started inviting other allies to help whenever there was an official explanation for the connection, so a good chunk of the Round Table was busy with that.

But poor ol Jason, the man in the shadows, there was no apparent reason for anyone to know him, and the Ghost was still a fairly wanted man.

Still, it also gave him a ready-made excuse to avoid any pretentious social occasions, a trade-off he was more than happy to make.

Jason glanced up, noticed the light at the pedestrian crossing was green, and began to cross the road, only for a sports car to come tearing down the road, completely ignoring the red light it had to be facing.

Hey, watch it! he snapped as it almost ran him over. For fucks sake, it actually would have, if he hadnt used a significant portion of his actual speed. Cars were supposed to watch out for pedestrians, he was supposed to be able to walk normally as long as he only crossed the road on crosswalks.

He glanced down at the drivers license hed [Snatch]ed when dodging.

Mr. Gordon Smith, nice to meet you.

Jason considered doling out some punishment, but in the end, a simple [Destroy Evidence] would have to suffice. The drivers license had been somewhere in the deep recesses of the wallet, and only a complete kook checked the entirety of the contents of their wallets before leaving the house.

Way that jackass was driving, hed get pulled over, and then, well, his license was currently getting sucked down the storm drain as unidentifiable flakes of carbon.

Good deed for the day done, he made his way to a nearby diner. Chicken and waffles sounded good, though he doubted hed be finding those in the south of Spain. Ah well, no matter where he was, hed always found something he liked.

And if there really was nothing hed enjoy eating, he did have stuff in his storage. His philosophy on food was that when possible, you should enjoy it. Dont just shovel in random crap for sustenance, if possible, get sustenance you enjoyed.

Ideally, one would live ones life the same way, but, well, the world was kinda a sucky place. Sometimes, you had to do things that, well, sucked. Like chasing down the cult, fighting monsters that some absolute moron had thought theyd take, and so on. Not fun and often boring, but unfortunately needed.

Speaking of unfortunate, [Pursuit Alert] lit off as he was entering the restaurant. Oh, come on.

He sighed, turned on his heels, and began to march in the opposite direction. That particular [Skill] alerted him when someone searched through his home base, as well as warning him when someone was chasing down one of his other homes, meaning bases belonging to any associates that could eventually lead to him being found.

Of course could eventually lead was a very wide definition, Isaac had checked and confirmed that it could be something as simple as a room he might eventually return to.

So, what was it this time? Which safe house had someone decided to look into, which friend was being hassled by a moronic cop whod definitely be finding alchemy-strength itching powder in his underpants for the next few months wait, what the hell was in Milan?

That was where the alert was coming from, but hed never even been there, so what the hell was the problem?

His contemplation was cut short by his cell phone, which buzzed with a news alert. Might be related, might not be, but it was likely important.

The alert in question spoke about how a battle had begun in the streets of Milan, in front of a restaurant called Salutation. Now that sparked recognition.

He often played Legbreaker using information provided by one Gregorio Zambon, an Italian ex-mobster Isaac had gotten from right around there.

A quick moment to reorient himself and then, he began to run in that direction.

Contrary to what the name suggested, [Hell out of Dodge] wasnt about running away, just moving very, very quickly, with your speed picking up with every step you took until you were at your destination.

Hell, most [Paragon Rogue] [Skills] had weird names.

[Scoundres Promise], [Roguish Avatar], [Last Word], and so on. Whimsical.

It suited him, but hed been stunned to see the names.

Sure, it made a perverse sort of sense, anyone serious wouldnt have stayed a pure [Rogue], someone who wanted to stab shit became an [Assassin], someone who wanted to steal shit became a [Thief], someone who wanted to fight picked [Duellist], and the dude who wanted to do drugs grabbed some variant of [Alchemist], only the people who wanted to stay rogueish, a loveable rascal who just wanted to stay out of the light would stick to the core of the original [Class].

Do you promise to behave yourself in here? asked a gruff, gravely, voice.

Yeah, Ill behave myself, not pick fights, and so on. [Scoundrels Promise], Jason sighed, Like I said, Im just after some information, Im an associate of Mister Holts, and I work together with someone who worked with your boss in the past, Gregorio Zambon.

Fine, the voice grunted, Come in.

Jason entered into a room that was both exactly what hed expected, and the absolute opposite. No haze of cigar smoke, no tumblers of whiskey or other booze, but there were a whole lot of sharply dressed Italian men clustering around a guy at the head of the table, hanging onto his every word as he passed judgment.

Whats your name?

Ah, introductions. Notice that the man hadnt introduced himself, hed just started barking demands.

Eh, Jason obviously knew who he was, so why be courteous, right?

My name is Rieper, Tobias Rieper, Jason introduced himself. Had he stolen that from a video game? Sure, but Isaacs Mister Holt alias had been borrowed from a TV show, so what the hell, why not make a dumb reference?

Except that this time, someone had apparently made the connection. At least that was the only reason Jason could imagine why someone would start sniggering in this situation.

Ah, what the hell, it was an obvious alias; and a throwaway at that.

But Francesco Calise, the man in charge, just shifted slightly, raised an eyebrow, and nodded.

So, youre Holts right hand, then. The guy who acts on Gregorios intel. Interesting. How is he, by the way? Calise asked.

Hes very well, but a threat to the very concept of privacy, Jason said, Hes the one who helped me find this place.

He doesnt know about it, Calise stated.

Like I said, hes antithetical to the very concept of privacy and information security, Jason said, Im looking for the people who went after you, because apparently, they were trying to get to me, maybe even by finding information through him. Or maybe by finding my boss first. Point is, those folks did not get what they were looking for, and they will try again, until I deal with the matter.

How does one spell your name, Mister Rieper? Calise asked.

R-I-E-P-E-R, Jason spelled out. He wasnt on the nose enough to call himself Reaper.

And what is it that you do for Mister Holt?

When something is keeping Mr. Holt from going to meetings himself, I stand in for him. Outside of that hm, corporate liquidation, asset procurement, the occasional cleaning effort when the mess in question required a delicate touch, whatever is needed at the time, Jason explained while supressing a smile. This was getting fun.

I see. And why do you think youre being hunted by these people? Calise asked.

Ah, asking the hard questions here. Jason didnt have and big, clever answers to that, just his usual quips. Oh, and the truth obviously, but just because he was wearing a false face didnt mean he should spill the beans on the fact that most of the world knew him as the ghost.

My work isnt necessarily public, but Ive still run over a few peoples feet with my car, so to speak. Im subtle, but I cant imagine that Mister Holts black market purchases or you asking around for him were easy to hide completely, Jason said. Someone had made the connection, obviously, so why spare the gangsters feelings by not calling him unsubtle?

I see, Calise didnt seem to mind, Ill trust that youll inform me if you find the people responsible?

If I cant handle the job, Mister Holt will inform you of what Ive found out, Jason said.

As it turned out, Calise didnt have too much useful info, but the location of the prisoners, the police evidence lockup, and a copy of the security tapes turned out to be enough. With Zambons help, at least. Hed managed to physically make it to Milan by now, but hed barely exchanged five words with any of his former colleagues.

Until eventually, the truth of the matter was found and they left, Jason to hunt, and Zambon to go to dinner.