Claire remains beside the locked door, photographing the incorrect inspection form through the glass. She records Owen Bell’s name, badge number, clothing, and the exact time of his visit.
Claire
I’m sending Nina the photographs and my notes, but I want to compare them with anything we already have before we assume this was connected.
Alex’s belongings remain gathered near the couch, including Bruno’s sealed red-taped paper bag. Its contents have not been examined since Nina documented and released it under controlled handling.
Claire
The bag could contain a detail that links the inspection attempt to Dev Null, Pike, or this apartment. We should open it only with Nina’s guidance.
Claire keeps the deadbolt engaged and places her phone on speaker-ready mode, while the apartment settles into the gray quiet before sunrise. No footsteps return outside.
Claire
I propose we contact Nina now, document the bag’s seal and contents with her present remotely, and preserve every connection before anyone edits the record.
She looks toward Alex, waiting beside the secured door rather than touching the evidence or making the call herself. The next step remains his to choose.
✓ Quest Accepted
Have Nina review the sealed bag and inspection evidence
“"Agreeed," you say with a simple nod. Pulling out your burner phone, you call Nina. After two rings, she answers. "Alex here. We have something that needs to have legal eyes on. You free?" While thee call goes on, you contact Dev via text. 'May be late for my shift, but I WILL be there.' You slide the phone back into your pocket, and gaze at Clairee. "Seriously, dress casual."”
SUCCESS (Superb Diplomacy, rolled -1)
Alex nods simply, retrieves his burner phone, and keeps the deadbolt engaged. The gray pre-dawn apartment remains quiet while Claire watches the sealed bag.
Alex Mishyma
Alex here. We have something that needs to have legal eyes on. You free?
Nina Patel
I’m free. Keep the bag sealed, document its condition, and put me on speaker. We can review it remotely before anything moves.
Alex sends Dev a text: “May be late for my shift, but I WILL be there.” The message delivers, preserving his commitment to return to the café.
Alex Mishyma
Seriously, dress casual.
Claire
Casual I can do. I’ll photograph the seal and leave everything exactly where it is until Nina is ready.
Claire steps away from the door and reaches for a loose sweater and jeans. Nina remains on the call as Alex returns his phone to his pocket, the legal review now underway.
“You switch you phone call to video as you slice open the bag with you balisong. Pulling it open, you freeze. It's full of stacked wads of cash, and a note with your name on it. "This... is like 50 grand, maybe more." Keeping your phone camera to the letter, you open it. 'Hope this helps you find me. G.P.'”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled +3)
Alex switches the call to video and keeps the burner’s camera fixed on the sealed bag. With the balisong, he slices the tape cleanly under Nina’s watch.
The paper opens to reveal stacked wads of cash filling the bag, their bands marked with bank identifiers. A folded note rests on top, addressed to Alex.
Alex Mishyma
This... is like 50 grand, maybe more.
Alex holds the phone camera over the letter, opens it, and reveals a short message in block handwriting: “Hope this helps you find me. G.P.”
Nina Patel
Keep the camera steady. Do not count or move the cash. The live video, visible denominations, and note establish a strong contemporaneous chain-of-custody record.
Claire
G.P. Gideon Pike. He left you money and a direct message, but he still wants you reacting on his terms.
Nina captures the video feed into the legal record and instructs Alex to preserve the bag, cash bands, and note exactly as found. The bank identifiers offer a lawful tracing path without requiring Alex to pursue Pike.
✓ Quest Accepted
Trace the bank identifiers to identify Gideon Pike’s access route
“You smile. "Well, seems a windfall has come my way. But first, let's see exactly where the money came from." Pulling out your burner laptop and PHLAK drive, you open a site, and begin entering the cash band markers. This is far easier than your usual work, but you choose to do it discreetly, just in case. Claire, having changed, leans over your shoulder to watch. "I've never seen someone so focused," she comments with a smile. "You've never seen me at work then," you reply with a smirk.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Computers, rolled +1)
Alex smiles, retrieves the burner laptop, then takes the PHLAK drive from his secured work kit. He keeps the live camera trained on the open bag and cash bands.
Alex Mishyma
Well, seems a windfall has come my way. But first, let’s see exactly where the money came from.
Using the bank identifiers visible on the bands, Alex enters each marker into a lawful financial-institution lookup site through the isolated drive. The work feels almost simple.
The markers resolve to a cash withdrawal from Harbor Meridian Holdings, routed through the same correspondent bank tied to the Office 4B settlement desk. The withdrawal occurred yesterday evening.
Claire
I’ve never seen someone so focused. You’ve clearly never let me watch you at work before.
Alex Mishyma
You’ve never seen me at work then.
Alex preserves the query results, timestamps, and bank references without altering the cash or note. The records establish where the money came from, while Nina’s video preserves how it arrived.
Quest Complete
Trace the bank identifiers to identify Gideon Pike’s access route
“"Nina, does this legally make this money mine? There's no indication of illicit activity tied to any of the bundles, and every band is accounted for legitimately." The idea of 50 thousand dollars falling into your lap could set you up for a very long time.”
SUCCESS (Superb Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Alex Mishyma
Nina, does this legally make this money mine? There’s no indication of illicit activity tied to any bundle, and every band is accounted for legitimately.
The live camera keeps the cash, bands, and note in view. Alex does not touch the bundles, while the isolated lookup results remain preserved beside Nina’s recording.
Nina Patel
No. Legitimate withdrawal records prove provenance, not ownership. The money is currently evidence and possible payment, but Pike’s note cannot transfer title by itself.
Nina Patel
What it does establish is a lawful route to determine ownership. We will notify the bank, preserve the chain of custody, and ask whether Harbor Meridian authorized this withdrawal.
Nina Patel
If the company confirms it was a voluntary payment or gift and no court or investigator claims it, I can document your acceptance. Until then, do not spend, deposit, or separate it.
Claire
So the windfall is real, but it is not yours just because someone left it at your door. That sounds frustratingly fair.
Nina adds the bank markers, withdrawal time, and Pike’s note to the restricted record. The cash remains secured and fully accounted for, with a clear legal path toward Alex’s eventual ownership.
Quest Complete
Have Nina review the sealed bag and inspection evidence
Skill Upgrade: Diplomacy Superb→Legendary
Alex Mishyma leaves Claire's apartment bedroom behind and arrives at Dev Null Cafe.
“You huff gently. "Frustrating is definitely the right word. But I will abide. For now, I will transport it to the safest place I have, the vault at Dev Null Cafe. I promise, you will not find my prints on anything other than the bag, Nina. But the minute we find out this money is clear? It's mine. Agreed?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled +1)
Dev Null Cafe greets Alex with espresso steam, keyboard clicks, and the low thrum of hidden equipment. Dev waits behind the counter as Alex sets the sealed bag inside the cafe’s locked evidence vault.
Alex Mishyma
Frustrating is definitely the right word. But I will abide. For now, I will transport it to the safest place I have, the vault at Dev Null Cafe. I promise, you will not find my prints on anything other than the bag, Nina. But the minute we find out this money is clear, it’s mine. Agreed?
Nina Patel
Agreed in principle. If Harbor Meridian confirms the withdrawal was authorized as a payment or gift, and no lawful claimant appears, I will document your ownership. Until then, the vault remains sealed.
Dev photographs the intact bag, vault shelf, and timestamped transfer log before locking the steel compartment. The camera system adds a second angle, giving Nina independent confirmation of every movement.
Dev
Vault is sealed, Alex. Nobody touches it without Nina’s written clearance, and nobody gets near the access logs except me.
Nina receives the vault record and matches its timestamp against the live video. A bank notification arrives seconds later: Harbor Meridian has acknowledged her preservation request and assigned a compliance officer.
Nina Patel
That is the advantage of moving it lawfully. The bank has preserved its withdrawal records, and we now have a named contact to answer whether Pike had authority.
✓ Quest Accepted
Establish lawful ownership of the cash
“Inside, you are boiling with anger. You are powerless, and you feel like Pike is laughing at you as you think. It's your day off, but you need to occupy your mind. "Thanks again, Dev. I really owe you for all this. If that money does come out to lawfully, be mine, I'm buying you that leather trench you've had yer eyes on for months now," you smirk. "I'll see you early tomorrow. C'mon Claire, I think I need to hit the gym. Nina? I'll let you work on the chain of ownership for now. When I get back from the gym, I'm going to initiate my own search, with your permission as an outside consultant?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
The locked vault gives Alex nowhere to direct his anger. Pike’s money sits behind steel and paperwork, while the ordinary part of the day waits outside the café.
Alex Mishyma
Thanks again, Dev. I really owe you for all this. If that money does come out to lawfully be mine, I’m buying you that leather trench you’ve had your eyes on for months now.
Dev
I’ll hold you to that, kid. For now, the vault stays sealed, and you stay clear of anything that looks like Pike’s bait.
Alex Mishyma
I’ll see you early tomorrow. C’mon, Claire, I think I need to hit the gym. Nina, I’ll let you work on the chain of ownership for now. When I get back, I’m going to initiate my own search, with your permission as an outside consultant.
Nina Patel
Permission granted, with conditions. Search lawful records, preserve every result, and do not contact Pike or interfere with Harbor Meridian. You will report through me.
Claire
Then we go to the gym, and you keep this about clearing your head, not proving something to Pike.
Claire joins Alex at the exit. Nina returns to the ownership chain, Dev secures the vault, and Alex heads into the morning with a lawful search authorized and training ahead.
“When you both arrive to the gym, you take off your jacket and shirt, wearing only an A-shirt, your pants, and boots. Tightening the wraps on your hands, you head towards the heavy bags. A muscular man, about 6 feet tall with blond hair sees you approach, and sneers. "You sure you can handle the heavy bags, kid?" he laughs. Claire watches as you gaze evenly with the man, and launch a boar's head strike at the bag, making it visibly swing in the air. Still gazing at him, you stop the bag with an open palm. "Pretty sure."”
SUCCESS (Great Strength, rolled +2)
At the gym, Alex removes his jacket and shirt, leaving an A-shirt, pants, and boots. He tightens the wraps around his hands while Claire watches beside the heavy bags.
A muscular blond man, about six feet tall, steps near the adjacent bag. His broad shoulders strain against a sleeveless gray shirt as he gives Alex a mocking once-over.
Trent
You sure you can handle the heavy bags, kid?
Alex approaches without rushing. His boar’s-head strike lands squarely, driving the heavy bag into a hard, visible swing before he stops it dead with an open palm.
Alex Mishyma
Pretty sure.
Trent
Huh. That was clean. Most people make noise first and control the bag afterward.
Claire
He answered the challenge without escalating it. That is exactly the kind of control he keeps promising me.
“You smile slightly to the large blond man. "Any further questions?" Without a word, you launch a reverse thrust kick, making the bag swing further before following up with a flurry of strikes that, if it were a human body, would strike every vital organ: kidneys, liver, solar plexus heart and throat. Your face is a mask of pure control, despite the lethality you demonstrated.”
SUCCESS (Good Athletics, rolled +2)
Alex Mishyma
Any further questions?
Alex smiles slightly. He launches a reverse thrust kick into the heavy bag, driving it backward, then follows with a rapid, tightly controlled flurry across the marked target zones.
The bag snaps and swings under each impact. Alex’s posture never breaks, his face calm as he redirects the motion and stops the bag with one open hand.
Trent
No questions. That was not showing off. You were demonstrating exactly how much control you have.
The blond man’s mocking expression disappears. Around the gym, a few conversations falter, then resume as the bag settles beneath the fluorescent lights.
Claire
That was controlled, Alex. Very controlled. Please tell me you are not planning to turn every challenge into a public examination.
Trent
Name’s Trent. I train here most mornings. If you ever want a partner, I can follow instructions and keep my ego out of it.
“You pause, turning to Trent, and extend a hand. "I'm Alex. And that's Claire. I may take you up on that one day," you say with a smile, turning your gaze to the boxing ring. "It's good to have someone to train with that swing back. The heavy bag is more for just keeping sharp, but not really any practical application."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -1)
Alex turns from the heavy bag and extends his hand. Claire stands nearby as Trent shifts his stance, giving Alex his full attention.
Alex Mishyma
I’m Alex, and that’s Claire. I may take you up on that one day. It’s good to have someone to train with that swings back.
Alex Mishyma
The heavy bag is more for keeping sharp, but it doesn’t have much practical application.
Trent
Trent. Good to meet you, Alex. And Claire. You’re right about the bag. It teaches impact and distance, but a partner gives you timing, pressure, and consequences.
Trent grips Alex’s hand firmly, then releases it without trying to turn the greeting into another test. His attention flicks toward the boxing ring.
Trent
I can meet you there after drills sometime. We’ll keep it technical, controlled, and practical. No audience, no ego, and no surprises for Claire.
Claire
That sounds like a reasonable arrangement. I would like to see Alex train with someone who can challenge him without trying to prove anything.
“You smile agreeably to them both. "I usually train in the mornings, so you are sure to see me again, Trent. And, like you said, no egos, just two people seeking to better themselves through training together," you nod.”
FAILURE (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -4)
Alex Mishyma
I usually train in the mornings, so you are sure to see me again, Trent. No egos, just two people seeking to better themselves through training together.
Alex smiles and nods to them both, but as he shifts his weight, his right calf tightens sharply. He catches the edge of the heavy-bag frame before the stumble becomes visible to most of the gym.
Trent
That is not nothing. I heard you stop yourself, and I saw the way you favored that leg. We are not sparring until you know what it can handle.
Claire
Thank you. I want him improving, not turning a morning workout into another injury he refuses to acknowledge.
Alex Mishyma
The calf is still limiting my balance.
Trent points toward the stretching area and the rowing machines, replacing the promised ring session with a measured assessment. The arrangement remains, but its first morning will begin with recovery and controlled movement.
Trent
Show up tomorrow, and we start with mobility, footwork, and conditioning. If your leg passes that test, then we discuss partner drills. Betterment means respecting the warning signs.
“You nod. While you always test your limits, you know the line. Heading towards the stretching area. "Tomorrow then," you call back with a grin as you kneel on the mats and start doing gentle calf stretches at first until the blood flow works through the muscles, and then slowly increase the depth of the stretches. Claire, having changed into gym clothes, joins Alex. "I think you got me hooked on the daily stretching rhythm," she laughs.”
SUCCESS (Good Health, rolled +2)
Alex Mishyma
Tomorrow then.
Alex nods to Trent with a grin, then moves to the stretching area. Kneeling on the mats, he begins with gentle calf stretches, keeping the recovering leg controlled.
He holds each position until the stiffness eases, then gradually increases the depth. Blood flow returns through the muscle without provoking another sharp warning.
Claire changes into gym clothes and joins him on the mats, matching his slower rhythm. The nearby machines hum while the heavy bag settles behind them.
Claire
I think you got me hooked on the daily stretching rhythm.
Trent
That is a better habit than trying to impress the equipment. Keep the depth gradual, and tomorrow starts with the same check.
Claire laughs softly and eases into the next stretch beside Alex. Trent returns to his drills, leaving them space while recovery becomes part of the morning routine.
“You smile at Claire. You are so glad you met; she has quickly become a focal point in your life. You know you both are still learning about each other, but she seems willing to see all the sides of you without judgment, even the darker corners she's been privy to. You gaze at her softly as you both stretch in sync. "I really like you, Claire," you say gently. "After this, I wanna take you to meet one of my closest friends." You quietly focus back on stretching with her.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Alex smiles at Claire, matching her pace as they stretch side by side. The gym’s fluorescent hum fades beneath the quiet rhythm of their breathing and movement.
Alex Mishyma
I really like you, Claire. After this, I wanna take you to meet one of my closest friends.
He lowers into the next stretch without breaking their shared rhythm, his expression soft and open. Claire watches him for a moment before easing forward again.
Claire
I really like you too, Alex. I would be glad to meet someone important to you, especially if you trust them this much.
Claire
He is letting me see another part of his life without turning it into a test. I want to meet the people who know him beyond the danger.
Trent
That sounds like a good reason to keep the recovery work honest. Finish the stretch, then take five minutes before you do anything demanding.
Claire smiles and resumes the movement in sync with Alex. Across the gym, Trent resets the timer for their next exercise, leaving the morning open for Alex to explain who they will meet.
“You continue the stretching exercises for another hour, until you can feel the effects on your calf actually making it feel better. You occasionally glance at Claire with a faint smile. Once the hour is up, you stand, lash out a kick, and lift your leg almost perfectly above your head from a side stance. "Ahhh.... that feels MUCH better."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled -2)
For the next hour, Alex continues the measured stretches, gradually deepening each position. The stiffness in his right calf eases, though a persistent soreness remains beneath the improvement.
Claire matches his rhythm on the neighboring mat. Now and then, Alex glances toward her with a faint smile, then returns his attention to controlled breathing and careful movement.
Claire
You have been patient with it this time. That is probably why it is responding instead of punishing you.
When the hour ends, Alex rises and tests the leg with a sharp kick. He pivots from a side stance and lifts his leg almost perfectly above his head, but the effort leaves a hot pull through the calf.
Alex Mishyma
Ahhh.... that feels MUCH better.
Trent
Better, yes. Healed, no. Bring it down slowly, and do not turn one successful kick into twenty reckless ones.
Alex lowers his leg under control, favoring it for two steps as the soreness settles. Claire reaches for her water bottle and offers it across the mat, while Trent resets the timer for recovery work.
“Slowly, you lower your leg, and nod. "I know my limits. I have to, Trent. I have people depending on me." You then grab the water bottle offered by Claire with a gentle smile, drinking nearly all of it in a few gulps. "Sorry," you say, heading to your bag, and offering her your water bottle.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled +3)
Alex lowers his leg slowly and nods, keeping his balance as the calf settles. He takes Claire’s offered bottle, drinks most of it in a few steady gulps, and exhales.
Alex Mishyma
I know my limits. I have to, Trent. I have people depending on me.
Alex Mishyma
Sorry.
Alex crosses to his gym bag, retrieves his own water bottle, and offers it to Claire with a gentle smile. His controlled recovery and full-height kick have earned Trent’s respect.
Claire
You do not need to apologize for drinking water. And thank you, but I can share this one.
Trent
That was disciplined. The leg is still sore, but your control is excellent. Tomorrow, we can begin the partner assessment sooner than planned.
Claire accepts Alex’s bottle after a moment and takes a drink. Trent gestures toward the recovery station, already preparing a practical mobility sequence for the next exercise.
“"And it will be, sure. I just need to walk it off, my good man. Time to clean up and change," you smile, and clap Trent on the shoulder. "Tomorrow." You and Clair head to the locker rooms to freshen up and change.”
Alex Mishyma
And it will be, sure. I just need to walk it off, my good man. Time to clean up and change. Tomorrow.
Alex smiles, claps Trent once on the shoulder, and takes a few measured laps across the recovery area. His calf remains sore, but each step is steady.
Trent
Tomorrow, then. Keep the walk easy, stretch once more, and do not mistake feeling better for being fully recovered.
Claire retrieves their bags and falls into step beside Alex. Together they cross toward the locker rooms beneath the gym’s fluorescent lights, leaving the heavy bags and training floor behind.
Claire
I will give you credit, you listened before turning that kick into a performance. We can freshen up, change, and meet your friend afterward.
At the locker-room entrance, Claire pauses to gather her clothes while Alex checks his calf with a careful shift of weight. Nothing worsens, and the soreness continues easing.
They separate into the changing areas, planning to regroup in the lobby. The gym’s ordinary morning rhythm resumes around them as Alex prepares for the next part of the day.
“Playing it smart, you decide to wrap your calf in an ace bandage, in case you need to be mobile quickly. You immerge first, and when Clair meets you, she is wearing a peach-colored sweater, hanging from the shoulders, and apple bottom jeans. You smile brightly, holding your hand out to her. "Time to head to the Square."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled +2)
Alex finds an ace bandage in the gym’s stocked first-aid cabinet, wraps his right calf firmly without restricting movement, and tests his footing. The soreness remains manageable.
He emerges first into the lobby, dressed and ready, his gym bag over one shoulder. The fluorescent lights give way to bright morning beyond the glass doors.
Claire joins him wearing a peach-colored sweater hanging from her shoulders and apple-bottom jeans. Her hair is settled neatly, and she carries both their refreshed sense of purpose.
Alex Mishyma
Time to head to the Square.
Alex smiles brightly and holds out his hand. Claire takes it, her fingers closing around his as they step outside into Boston’s cool morning air.
Claire
Carnegie Square, then. You can tell me about this friend on the way, and I will make sure you do not overwork that leg.
They walk toward Carnegie Square together, keeping an easy pace. The bandage supports Alex’s calf, while Claire’s presence makes the ordinary route feel like a shared plan.
+ New Item Acquired
Ace bandage
“"His name's Tommy. We went to grade school and high school together. He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's always been a solid, trustworthy guy. He too knows about my... other activities. Like I said, I trust him, as I trust you. That's why I want you to meet him. Besides, he's gonna think you're my girlfriend now, and probably rib me ferociously about it. Be prepared." Slipping out you phone during the walk, you text Nina: 'Any results?'”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Alex Mishyma
His name’s Tommy. We went to grade school and high school together. He’s rough around the edges, but solid and trustworthy. He knows about my other activities too.
Alex reaches into his gym bag and retrieves the burner phone, keeping Claire’s hand in his other. Their pace stays easy as Carnegie Square grows busier ahead.
Alex Mishyma
I trust him like I trust you. That’s why I want you to meet him. He’ll probably assume you’re my girlfriend and rib me mercilessly, so be prepared.
Claire
Your girlfriend? I can handle teasing. I’m more interested in meeting the trustworthy friend who knows the real you.
Alex unlocks the phone while walking and texts Nina: “Any results?” The message sends through the protected channel, and a reply arrives before they reach the square.
Nina Patel
Preliminary result: Harbor Meridian confirms the withdrawal was authorized, but Pike lacked documented authority to give you the cash. I’m requesting the authorization chain now.
Claire
So the money is still legally complicated, but the bank is answering. Tell me about Tommy before he gets the chance to embarrass you first.
“You laugh. "He's a hard-headed Irish lad who grew up here in Southie. We've watched each other's backs more times than I want to count," you say with a smile. "If I was to go to war? Tommy would be the first person to stand beside me," you say with a trace of earnest fealty. "And the same goes for him. I'd back him no matter the odds."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +2)
Alex Mishyma
He’s a hard-headed Irish lad who grew up here in Southie. We’ve watched each other’s backs more times than I want to count. If I went to war, Tommy would be the first person beside me. Same goes for him. I’d back him no matter the odds.
Alex laughs as he speaks, the earnestness beneath his smile making the promise sound less like bravado than a history already tested. Carnegie Square opens around them in bright morning traffic.
Claire
That is not a casual friendship. You are describing family, even if neither of you uses the word.
Claire squeezes Alex’s hand and studies his face, curious rather than alarmed. Nina’s message remains visible on the burner phone, but Claire lets Tommy come first.
Claire
What did you two survive together that made this loyalty so strong? And should I expect him to test whether I am worthy of standing beside you?
Nina Patel
One further update: Harbor Meridian’s compliance officer is sending the authorization chain shortly. Do not discuss the cash with anyone except counsel until I review it.
Ahead, a familiar café sign comes into view near the square. Claire keeps pace beside Alex, ready to meet Tommy while Nina’s lawful inquiry continues in the background.
“You stand outside the Lamplight Tavern, Tommy's place, ad you turn to smile at Claire. "Besides the usual shenanigans boys grow up with, Tommy and I both faced the loss of family. It brought us closer. And no," you chuckle. "H might come off course, but if you are with me? You may as well be my girlfriend. Not that I would mind cementing that title. Do you wish to be?" The question is honest, and there is no pressure in your gaze as you ask.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Outside the Lamplight Tavern, Alex turns toward Claire, their joined hands swinging lightly between them. Morning traffic moves around the quiet pause.
Alex Mishyma
Tommy and I both faced losing family, and it brought us closer. He may come off coarse, but if you are with me, you may as well be my girlfriend. I would not mind making that official. Do you want to be?
Claire stops beneath the tavern’s painted sign. Her surprise softens into a steady smile, and she turns fully toward Alex without letting go of his hand.
Claire
Yes. I want to be your girlfriend, Alex. I want us to make it official, honestly and together, without pretending the complicated parts do not exist.
She squeezes his hand, then leans closer, her answer settling between them with more certainty than spectacle. The tavern door opens behind them, spilling warm light onto the sidewalk.
Claire
And if Tommy gives me trouble, I can handle a little teasing. I am here because I choose you, not because I am being swept along by your history.
Inside, voices and clinking glasses carry from the Lamplight Tavern. Claire remains beside Alex at the entrance, ready to meet Tommy as his girlfriend and face whatever affectionate interrogation follows.
“You smile gently, and nod. "Then you are now a part of my world, and everything involved. Sometim soon, I will introduce you to my dad. But for now? You get to face Tommy." Pushing open the door hand in hand, you glace around the bar, spotting your friend behind the counter. "Oi, what does a bloke have to do to get a refreshment, ay?" As Tommy turns to your voice, he cracks a wide smile, laughing gently, and approaching you both. "Glad to see yer a man of yer word, Alex. Thought you'd be gone a month before I saw you again." He gazes at Claire up and down. "And who is the bonny lass ye brought in?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -3)
Alex smiles gently and nods, then pushes open the Lamplight Tavern’s door with Claire’s hand in his. Warm light, conversation, and clinking glasses surround them.
Alex Mishyma
Then you are now a part of my world, and everything involved. Sometime soon, I will introduce you to my dad. But for now? You get to face Tommy.
The door bangs against its stopper, drawing a few glances. Behind the counter stands Tommy, a broad young adult man with ruddy skin, untidy dark hair, and a worn charcoal shirt beneath a leather vest.
Alex Mishyma
Oi, what does a bloke have to do to get a refreshment, ay?
Tommy
Glad to see yer a man of yer word, Alex. Thought you'd be gone a month before I saw you again.
Tommy comes around the counter laughing, then looks Claire up and down with open curiosity. Claire keeps hold of Alex’s hand, steady beneath the sudden attention.
Tommy
And who is the bonny lass ye brought in?
“You smile, turning to Claire. "Tommy, met Claire, my girlfriend. Claire, meet Tommy, fittest fighter in Southie that I know, now reformed and a proper business owner." You give a half grin to Tommy, remembering the days when you stood back-to-back against each other, beating the shit out of the football team. "But don't let his look fool you.... he's a proper hooligan," you chuckle with a smile.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Alex Mishyma
Tommy, meet Claire, my girlfriend. Claire, meet Tommy, fittest fighter in Southie that I know, now reformed and a proper business owner. But don't let his look fool you. He's a proper hooligan.
Alex gives Tommy a half grin, remembering the old days when they stood back-to-back against the football team and fought their way clear together. Claire’s hand remains secure in his.
Tommy
Your girlfriend, is it? Well, Claire, welcome to the madhouse. Any lass willing to put up with this gobshite deserves a drink on the house.
Claire
Nice to meet you, Tommy. Alex has mentioned that you are trustworthy, stubborn, and apparently impossible to embarrass.
Tommy
Trustworthy, absolutely. Stubborn, ask anyone who knows me. Impossible to embarrass? That depends how much Alex has told you about our school days.
Tommy gestures toward a corner booth beneath a framed Southie boxing poster. His teasing carries genuine warmth, and Claire’s smile grows as the old friendship becomes visible.
Claire
Then I think I’ll have to hear the stories. But first, I’ll accept that drink and see whether this proper hooligan can recommend something worth ordering.
“The lady has spoken, and you smile to Tommy. "She's a fire, she is. Now you know why I like her." You ease yourself into the booth across from Claire. "Oh, we have stories, but I'd sooner let Tommy tell them. That way you know I'm not making them up," you chuckle. "A house special for me, my friend."”
Alex Mishyma
She's a fire, she is. Now you know why I like her.
Alex eases himself into the booth across from Claire, keeping one hand briefly on the table as his recovering calf adjusts. His smile stays easy.
Alex Mishyma
Oh, we have stories, but I'd sooner let Tommy tell them. That way you know I'm not making them up.
Alex Mishyma
A house special for me, my friend.
Tommy
Now that is a dangerous request, mate. The house special comes with food, a proper drink, and at least one story you may regret approving.
Claire
I approve already. Tommy, start with something harmless, then we can work up to whatever Alex is trying not to confess.
Tommy laughs and reaches for three menus, setting them across the table before sliding a glass toward Alex. The booth settles into familiar warmth, with Claire poised to hear the first story.
“You don't even gaze at the menu. "House burger, medium, full fixings." You look over to Clairee and laugh. "He's going to choose one of the handful of stories that doesn't embarrass HIM," you state, but grin to Tommy. You await to see what Claire orders as you sip the beverage; a combination of orange juice and IPA.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -1)
Alex Mishyma
House burger, medium, full fixings. He’s going to choose one of the handful of stories that doesn’t embarrass him.
Alex grins at Tommy, then lifts the orange juice and IPA mixture from the table and takes a sip. The sharp bitterness catches in his throat, drawing a brief cough.
Tommy
That’s a fair accusation, mate. House burger it is, and I’ll choose a story where I look heroic and you look worse.
Tommy marks the burger on his pad, still laughing. The drink’s unexpected bite leaves Alex’s eyes watering briefly, but the order is accepted without question.
Claire
I’ll have the house salad with grilled chicken, please. And Tommy, I want the story where Alex is definitely not the hero.
Tommy
Then you want the winter carnival story. No fighting, no police, and only one deeply questionable decision involving a stolen mascot costume.
Claire
If Tommy calls that harmless, the embarrassing stories must be extraordinary.
“You gently palm your face. "Really Tommy? That's where you're going? Fine.... then you better tell her WHY I stole the costume after!"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -1)
Alex Mishyma
Really, Tommy? That’s where you’re going? Fine. Then you better tell her why I stole the costume too.
Alex gently palms his face. Tommy’s grin widens, while Claire settles back with her salad order pending, clearly unwilling to let the explanation be skipped.
Tommy
Because the carnival’s mascot was a giant blue penguin, mate, and the little ones were crying when the charity booth lost its performer.
Tommy
Alex spotted the empty costume, squeezed into it, and spent two hours handing out raffle tickets while I distracted the furious event manager.
Tommy leans against the booth, enjoying the memory. Claire’s expression shifts from suspicion to amusement as the supposedly stolen costume acquires a more practical purpose.
Tommy
He stole it because the replacement performer never showed, the kids needed cheering up, and Alex could not stand watching a charity stall fall apart. Then he forgot the zipper was broken.
Claire
So the questionable decision was technically theft, but the reason was helping children and saving the fundraiser. I can work with that story.
“You chuckle. "Not one of my shining moments of theft, but it was for a good reason. And besides, Tommy was right there, acting as my barker to get people to buy those raffle tickets. We sold, what, 3000 of them that night? And man, I had to mop myself after being in that suit for three hours. I swear I lost 5 pounds that night," you laugh.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Alex Mishyma
Not one of my shining moments of theft, but it was for a good reason. Tommy was right there acting as my barker, and we sold, what, three thousand raffle tickets? I had to mop myself after three hours in that suit. I swear I lost five pounds that night.
Alex chuckles, the memory loosening his shoulders. Claire laughs across the booth, while Tommy leans back with the satisfied expression of someone whose favorite story has finally been told correctly.
Tommy
Three thousand and twelve, mate. I counted every stub because you kept claiming the penguin deserved commission.
Claire
You tried to negotiate payment while wearing a giant blue penguin costume and sweating through it? That is somehow exactly the kind of story I hoped to hear.
Tommy
He also tried to sell raffle tickets to the event manager while I blocked the fellow’s view. Nearly worked, too, until the broken zipper gave us away.
The server arrives, a young adult woman with a sturdy build, warm brown skin, and short curly black hair, wearing a burgundy vest over a white shirt, with Claire’s salad and grilled chicken, setting the plate down beside Tommy’s menus. The booth fills with warm food, shared laughter, and the comfortable rhythm of an old friendship welcoming someone new.
Claire
I want the full version eventually, including how you explained the weight loss and whether anyone ever paid you for saving that fundraiser.
“"Naw, I was never paid, though it was worth it. The event manager was actually quite happy with our clandestine operation. He offered us money, but we refused. For me and Tommy, it was for a laugh, and a good cause," As your food arrives, you grin to Tommy. "Don't mind mee going T-Rex mode on this burger," you say, diving in ravenously.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Alex Mishyma
Naw, I was never paid, though it was worth it. The event manager was happy with our clandestine operation and offered us money, but we refused. For Tommy and me, it was for a laugh and a good cause.
The server sets the house burger before Alex, piled with fixings and still steaming. He grins at Tommy, then grabs it with both hands.
Alex Mishyma
Don’t mind me going T-Rex mode on this burger.
Alex dives in ravenously, taking an enormous bite. Sauce and a loose pickle slide onto his plate, while the sudden heat forces him to pause and breathe through his nose.
Tommy
There he is. Still refusing honest money, still eating like the charity owes him dinner. You got mustard on your cheek, mate.
Claire
That is genuinely sweet, Alex. Also, please slow down enough to chew before the burger becomes another story Tommy tells about you.
Tommy
He did not refuse the raffle tickets, though. Three thousand and twelve, and not a penny for the penguin. Criminal behavior, that.
“You finish your bite, slowing down as you wipe you face with a napkin. "Maybe, but we helped to get that rec center opened. That's a big deal to me," you say with a smile, munching on some fries before you sip the House special drink. "Now, my turn for an embarrassing story. When Tommy and I first met, he was head to head, ready to throw blows with the varsity football captain. The minute I walked up and stood between them, the captain shrank like he was under hot lights. And then Tommy goes and socks him in the jaw, knocking him out like a light," you chuckle. "I was the best diversion he ever expected."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Alex finishes the bite, reaches for a napkin from the table, and wipes sauce from his face. He slows down, then picks at a few fries.
Alex Mishyma
Maybe, but we helped get that rec center opened. That’s a big deal to me.
He smiles, munches the fries, and sips the House special drink. The sharp mixture earns a brief squint, but he keeps the glass in hand.
Alex Mishyma
Now, my turn for an embarrassing story. When Tommy and I first met, he was ready to throw blows with the varsity football captain.
Alex Mishyma
The minute I walked up and stood between them, the captain shrank like he was under hot lights. Then Tommy socked him in the jaw and knocked him out like a light.
Alex Mishyma
I was the best diversion he ever expected.
Tommy
You were a tiny diversion, mate, but the best one I ever had. That captain forgot his own threat the second you stepped in front of me.
“"And that's because only you during those days, knew I was training in the martial arts," you offer with a smile, turning to Claire. "But don't get it wrong, Tommy here is a right piker. I've seen him take down a grown man when he wasn't even 16 with a single punch. We had each other's backs then, and we do now again."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Alex Mishyma
And that’s because only you, during those days, knew I was training in the martial arts. But don’t get it wrong, Tommy here is a right piker. I’ve seen him take down a grown man when he wasn’t even sixteen with a single punch. We had each other’s backs then, and we do now again.
Alex offers the memory with a smile toward Claire, then points his burger at Tommy. The teasing carries genuine history, turning the booth’s laughter briefly quieter.
Tommy
A right piker, am I? You were the only one who knew, mate, because you were the only one I trusted not to make a show of it.
Claire
So Tommy knew you were training, and he kept it private all those years. That explains why you two move like family, not just old school friends.
Tommy
That lad was barely sixteen and already thought being captain made him invincible. One punch settled the argument, but Alex stepping in first mattered more than the punch.
Tommy raises his glass toward Alex, his grin softening into something more serious. Claire watches them both, recognizing loyalty beneath the insults and old boasts.
Claire
I like knowing this part of you, Alex. The discipline, the loyalty, and the way you both protected each other before anyone else knew what you could do.
“You smile softly, taking another big bite of your delicious burger before you continue, chewing slowly. "The grade school stories are a whole other matter," you chuckle. "We were totally hooligans back then. It wasn't until high school that we learned some... restraint. And even then, well... you've heard the stories." You smile at her and Tommy and begin to finish your meal. As you polish the last bite of the burger, you look to Tommy with a smile. "Still got that old spark in you? I might need to call on you one of these days with my 'new project.' "”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Alex smiles softly and takes another generous bite of his burger. He chews slowly this time, savoring the meal while Tommy and Claire watch with amused attention.
Alex Mishyma
The grade school stories are a whole other matter. We were total hooligans back then. High school taught us some restraint, though you’ve heard the stories.
He smiles at them and finishes the burger, wiping his hands before taking the last sip of his drink. The booth settles into an easy, familiar warmth.
Alex Mishyma
Still got that old spark in you, Tommy? I might need to call on you one of these days for my new project.
Tommy
You know I have, mate. Tell me what you need, and if it is worth doing, I’ll stand beside you. No intimidation, no stupid risks.
Tommy
He would not ask unless this mattered. Whatever the project is, Alex is trying to do it properly this time.
Claire
That sounds like a serious offer. I am glad your friendship includes helping each other, but I hope this project has lawful boundaries and a sensible exit plan.
“You give Claire a side eye, but smile. "All on the up and up, as it were. Tommy?" You lock gaze with your friend. "I need you to do some local digging on a man named Gideon Pike. I am... currently limited in my abilities, but word of the street carries a weight." You slide three crisp hundred-dollar bills towards him. "For the hospitality, and the meal," you ay evenly.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Alex gives Claire a sidelong look and smiles. At the tavern’s ATM, he withdraws three hundred-dollar bills, accepting the fee and the transaction record as a small, concrete cost.
Alex Mishyma
All on the up and up, as it were. Tommy?
Alex Mishyma
I need you to do some local digging on a man named Gideon Pike. I am currently limited in my abilities, but word of the street carries weight.
Back in the booth, Alex slides the three crisp bills across the table. They cover the meal and hospitality, but the sudden cash draws a curious glance from the nearby server.
Alex Mishyma
For the hospitality, and the meal.
Tommy
Keep your voice even, mate. Pike is a name people avoid, but I can ask around without intimidation or foolishness. I’ll bring you what I find.
Claire
That keeps the boundaries clear. Local questions, lawful lines, and no one gets pressured because you are worried.
Tommy folds the bills into the till rather than pocketing them, then writes Gideon Pike’s name on a receipt. His expression tightens as two familiar patrons glance toward the booth.
“You don't turn your head, but you nod. "We'll see ourselves out quietly. You know how to reach me," you say with a smile. "Always good seeing ya, ya heap," you laugh, gently clapping his shoulder. "Back to it." You smile at Claire. "See? Everything on the up and up. I can follow the rules, though I do bend them now and then. I hope yer willing to accept that."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Alex does not turn toward the curious patrons. He simply nods to Tommy, keeping his smile easy as the receipt with Pike’s name disappears into the till.
Alex Mishyma
We’ll see ourselves out quietly. You know how to reach me. Always good seeing you, ya heap. Back to it.
Alex laughs and gently claps Tommy’s shoulder, then steps away from the booth. Claire rises beside him, gathering her coat while the tavern’s ordinary noise closes around them.
Tommy
Good seeing you too, mate. I’ll ask carefully, write down what I hear, and bring it through you. No drama, no threats.
Alex Mishyma
See? Everything is on the up and up. I can follow the rules, though I bend them now and then. I hope you’re willing to accept that.
Claire
I can accept that you sometimes bend rules, Alex. I need you honest about which ones, and I need the reason to matter more than the thrill.
Claire takes Alex’s hand as they move toward the door. Tommy watches them leave, Pike’s name still on the receipt and a lawful boundary firmly understood.
“"It's not about thee thrill, Claire. I just hate having loose ends. And right now, I have a few. But, I am patient as the stone." You clench her hand gently. "I have a grounding force in my life now." You turn back to your Irish friend. "I'll see ya again soon, Tommy!" With that, you lead Claire out of the pub. The two men watch you leave and follow a minute later. You pause at the stairs. "We're being followed. If I say run, run." Behind you, the two men begin to climb the stairs after you. With intent. One of them draws a knife from his jacket, the other with a knuckle duster. "Run," you say quietly, turning to face the men. They have weapons, but you have the high ground. "What's the problem, gents?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Alex Mishyma
It’s not about the thrill, Claire. I hate loose ends, and I have a few. But I am patient as stone. I have a grounding force now.
Alex gently clenches Claire’s hand, then turns back toward the tavern. Tommy watches from inside as they leave, and the two men follow a minute later.
Alex Mishyma
I’ll see you again soon, Tommy!
At the stairway, Alex pauses. Claire stops with him. Behind them, a stocky middle-aged man in a dark jacket draws a knife, while a lean young adult man raises a brass knuckle weapon.
Alex Mishyma
We’re being followed. If I say run, run. Run.
Claire moves toward the upper landing as Alex turns to face them, placing the stairs and its higher ground between their weapons and his companion. The men stop below.
Alex Mishyma
What’s the problem, gents?
The Knife Man
The problem is Gideon Pike wants a word, and he wants you listening. Put your hands where I can see them, and nobody needs to get hurt.
“"Is that the offer? How about, I counter-offer, and tell you both to go fuck yourselves with a rake?" You ball your fists tightly. "You think you both being armed scares me? You picked the wrong hood to conduct this threat. TOMMY! Comee sort these blokes out before I make a mess of them!!" you shout. Not three seconds later, Tommy is outside with a pistol in hand. "Ye dinna want to fuck with my friend, boyos.... ya best keep beating feet away from here." You walk down the steps, far enough away from the knife's range. "Tell yer boss if he wants words with me? Don't send peons. And if you dare cross my path again? Tommy won't be here to save you."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +3)
Alex Mishyma
Is that the offer? I counter-offer: go fuck yourselves with a rake. You think armed men scare me? Tommy, come sort these blokes out!
Alex balls his fists and steps down from Claire’s landing, keeping her above and behind him. His shout carries through the stairwell and out toward the tavern.
Not three seconds later, Tommy emerges with a pistol held low but unmistakable. His broad frame fills the doorway, his expression stripped of its usual humor.
Tommy
Ye dinna want to fuck with my friend, boyos. Best keep beating feet away from here.
The knife man lowers his blade first. Alex moves beyond its range, while the brass-knuckle man backs toward the street. Neither risks testing Tommy’s aim.
Alex Mishyma
Tell Pike that if he wants words with me, he should stop sending peons. Cross my path again, and Tommy will not be here to save you.
The Knife Man
You’ll get your message. Pike said the next contact would be at Harbor Street, not here.
The two men retreat into the morning foot traffic and disappear. Their warning gives Alex a concrete location, while Tommy keeps the pistol trained until the stairway is clear.
“You sigh, shaking your head. "Sorry I brought trouble to yer doorstep Tommy, but thanks for the assistance." You look up at Claire, a soft, apologetic smile on your face. And you too, my lady. Unexpected, but nonetheless undeserved. Let me get you home safely," you say gently, pulling your burner phone out to call an Uber for her. "We shouldn't go together, but I promise, I will text you both when I am someplace safe."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Streetwise, rolled +1)
Alex Mishyma
Sorry I brought trouble to yer doorstep, Tommy, but thanks for the assistance. And you too, my lady. Let me get you home safely.
Alex sighs and shakes his head, then offers Claire a soft, apologetic smile. He pulls out his burner phone and requests an Uber to her apartment.
Alex Mishyma
We shouldn't go together, but I promise I will text you both when I am someplace safe.
Claire
All right. I will go home directly, lock the door, and wait for your message. Thank you for thinking clearly after that.
Tommy
No apology needed, mate. I’ll see Claire into the car, then I’ll make sure the street is clear before I head back inside.
The Uber arrives at the curb with its hazard lights blinking. Tommy confirms the driver and destination, while Claire gives Alex one last steady look before getting in.
Alex takes a separate route through the morning streets and reaches a busy station without incident. From there, he texts Claire and Tommy that he is safe, and both replies arrive moments later.