Dalriada
Establishing Nation
Luther Brown had dirty blonde hair and his face would have shown a handsome rugged young man but the years of chain smoking and getting caught up in punch ups throughout his police work turned it into tired old leather. Furthermore looking for someone in his late 40s when he was twenty nine didn't help his appearance either but nevertheless he did carry a boyish charm with him.
He was sitting in The Harbourmaster one of the oldest hotel in the capital and it held the odd title of the only hotel not to be bomb or attack during the country's years of turmoil. It did help that it was partly owned by a brewing company and one of their warehouses was next door. The restaurant was upstairs it was mostly used by the dock managers, the pub downstairs was where the dock workers would avoid their wives.
He was halfway through his steak until he heard a man asking for his name.
"Yes, I want to know where Luther Brown is?" the man asked the manager
"Oh Mr Brown him and his wife are regulars but he isn't with his wife tonight are you a friend? Mr?"
By this time he turned around to see who the man was, the man was in a shirt and tie with his brown hair brushed back and carrying a briefcase “Looks like a bureaucrat, I had enough of them in the station" He thought, he got a menu to try to hide himself.
"Mr Brown I would like to speak to you" The man noticed him and went over to sit at his table. "Great, I wanted to spend the night wallowing in my self-pity, now got to deal with this jackass". He thought
"Hello my name is John Smith.” the man told him and shake his hand. Luther nearly bust out laughing over the clear use of alias.
"What you want?" He asked, he wanted to tell the guy to sod off I am eating.
"Well I work for the government and we have a job for you” Smith replied
"Fuck off not interested" Luther told him bluntly. He was already burnt by them once and he wasn't going to make it the second time.
"Luther, please hear me out over a bottle of red” Smith said, he called a waiter over.
“No need for a bottle, give me pint of Guinness” Lutcher told the waiter, he wasn’t going to listen but he wasn’t going to turn down anything free. Smith put his briefcase on the table and opened it to show Luther a brown file.
“I thought alcohol get your attention, now let me explain situation we are in. I work in the special branch of Security Services. We have a problem, we currently believe that there’s a mole supporting foreign elements “Smith explained
“So what exactly do you expected me to do about it?” Luther asked, he admitted to himself that he was slightly curiosities.
“Well we need an outsider because we can’t be seen investigating them unless we want an angry bear on our hands. Since you had an early retirement from police work, you seemed to be the man” Smith explained by this time the waiter came over with a glass of red and pint of Genies.
Luther drunk some of his pint, It had been two months since had his "early retirement" from police.
“I and so do you know what happened in that police station if you can magically change what happened or stop them rising the price of fags and bronze, I would be interested but it seems you can’t so goodnight” Luther told him, he got his leather wallet out and put twenty punt note on the table and got up.
“How much did it take to pay off your wife?” Smith asked with a smirk. I wasn’t going to let Luther leave.
“Fuck you it’s none of your business.” Luther answered, a sense of rage was building up in him. He wanted to knock Smith’s little smile clean off.
“Luther of course it’s my business, it’s my job to find every little dirty secret within this government. Now sit down, we haven’t finished our talk yet” Smith said by this time his little smirk turned to a cocky smile.
“Fuck you, fuck this shit I need to leave before I beat the shit into you”. Luther started to walk out.
“Luther you won’t want to have these in the public eye?” Smith pulled out a few photos from his pocket and started to wave them in the air. Luther heart sink and he got a lump in his throat then suddenly the rage shot up. He got the steak knife on the table and jab it into Smith stomach. He leant next to him and whispered trying not to cause a scene.
“Give me those photos before I spill your guts on the table.”
Smith simply laughed off the threat, he then pointed to a waiter by a work board polishing cutlery.
“You see him over there he’s one of my and his packing, if you don’t let go of me in next three seconds. He will blow your brains out or I could be bullshitting it is up to you to decide”. Smith said he still had his smile on because he knew Luther won’t call his bluff.
Luther paused for a few seconds, he could not risk calling the bluff also deep down he was itching for a case. He put the steak knife back on the table.
“Will you get rid of those photos” Luther beg
“Why would get rid of your leash? Anyway here’s the file it explains everything you need to know” Smith answered he seemed to have type of sadistic joy of having Luther under his thumb.
Luther took the file and went downstairs to get his jacket, he noticed bunch of dock workers by the bar. He tapped one of them on the shoulder and pointed to Smith coming down the stairs
“See that guy with brown hair, he’s half Ivernish and member of the Unionist Party” Luther told them,the dockworkers got up from their chairs and shouted.
“Get the Gothic Bastard!”
He was sitting in The Harbourmaster one of the oldest hotel in the capital and it held the odd title of the only hotel not to be bomb or attack during the country's years of turmoil. It did help that it was partly owned by a brewing company and one of their warehouses was next door. The restaurant was upstairs it was mostly used by the dock managers, the pub downstairs was where the dock workers would avoid their wives.
He was halfway through his steak until he heard a man asking for his name.
"Yes, I want to know where Luther Brown is?" the man asked the manager
"Oh Mr Brown him and his wife are regulars but he isn't with his wife tonight are you a friend? Mr?"
By this time he turned around to see who the man was, the man was in a shirt and tie with his brown hair brushed back and carrying a briefcase “Looks like a bureaucrat, I had enough of them in the station" He thought, he got a menu to try to hide himself.
"Mr Brown I would like to speak to you" The man noticed him and went over to sit at his table. "Great, I wanted to spend the night wallowing in my self-pity, now got to deal with this jackass". He thought
"Hello my name is John Smith.” the man told him and shake his hand. Luther nearly bust out laughing over the clear use of alias.
"What you want?" He asked, he wanted to tell the guy to sod off I am eating.
"Well I work for the government and we have a job for you” Smith replied
"Fuck off not interested" Luther told him bluntly. He was already burnt by them once and he wasn't going to make it the second time.
"Luther, please hear me out over a bottle of red” Smith said, he called a waiter over.
“No need for a bottle, give me pint of Guinness” Lutcher told the waiter, he wasn’t going to listen but he wasn’t going to turn down anything free. Smith put his briefcase on the table and opened it to show Luther a brown file.
“I thought alcohol get your attention, now let me explain situation we are in. I work in the special branch of Security Services. We have a problem, we currently believe that there’s a mole supporting foreign elements “Smith explained
“So what exactly do you expected me to do about it?” Luther asked, he admitted to himself that he was slightly curiosities.
“Well we need an outsider because we can’t be seen investigating them unless we want an angry bear on our hands. Since you had an early retirement from police work, you seemed to be the man” Smith explained by this time the waiter came over with a glass of red and pint of Genies.
Luther drunk some of his pint, It had been two months since had his "early retirement" from police.
“I and so do you know what happened in that police station if you can magically change what happened or stop them rising the price of fags and bronze, I would be interested but it seems you can’t so goodnight” Luther told him, he got his leather wallet out and put twenty punt note on the table and got up.
“How much did it take to pay off your wife?” Smith asked with a smirk. I wasn’t going to let Luther leave.
“Fuck you it’s none of your business.” Luther answered, a sense of rage was building up in him. He wanted to knock Smith’s little smile clean off.
“Luther of course it’s my business, it’s my job to find every little dirty secret within this government. Now sit down, we haven’t finished our talk yet” Smith said by this time his little smirk turned to a cocky smile.
“Fuck you, fuck this shit I need to leave before I beat the shit into you”. Luther started to walk out.
“Luther you won’t want to have these in the public eye?” Smith pulled out a few photos from his pocket and started to wave them in the air. Luther heart sink and he got a lump in his throat then suddenly the rage shot up. He got the steak knife on the table and jab it into Smith stomach. He leant next to him and whispered trying not to cause a scene.
“Give me those photos before I spill your guts on the table.”
Smith simply laughed off the threat, he then pointed to a waiter by a work board polishing cutlery.
“You see him over there he’s one of my and his packing, if you don’t let go of me in next three seconds. He will blow your brains out or I could be bullshitting it is up to you to decide”. Smith said he still had his smile on because he knew Luther won’t call his bluff.
Luther paused for a few seconds, he could not risk calling the bluff also deep down he was itching for a case. He put the steak knife back on the table.
“Will you get rid of those photos” Luther beg
“Why would get rid of your leash? Anyway here’s the file it explains everything you need to know” Smith answered he seemed to have type of sadistic joy of having Luther under his thumb.
Luther took the file and went downstairs to get his jacket, he noticed bunch of dock workers by the bar. He tapped one of them on the shoulder and pointed to Smith coming down the stairs
“See that guy with brown hair, he’s half Ivernish and member of the Unionist Party” Luther told them,the dockworkers got up from their chairs and shouted.
“Get the Gothic Bastard!”
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