xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious
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The following day was busy. Lucian had two consecutive shoots, one as a photographer, one as a model. At the last minute, the designer decided he wanted makeup, which made the shoot overrun massively. Lucian had intended on going home. Either to change or to stay. But instead, he found himself picking the lock to the back room of a certain tattoo parlour to let himself in early, still wearing his makeup from the shoot. To be honest, he would have been happy to leave the hero in his past. But as it turns out, he actually needed help.
He found a random stool and sat on it, producing his own laptop from a bag. The old laptop had been destroyed after someone had "accidentally dropped" it in the river, but not before he'd cloned the hard drive and all of the other potentially important information on it. So far, it had been what he'd been expecting. Emails, mostly. God, people really needed to learn to delete their emails. He'd found some very incriminating information. No bank account details, unfortunately. But details of financial transfers relating to taking down certain specific heroes... and details of an event where several involved parties would be present.
He didn't even look up as someone opened the door. "Hello, Markus, darling. Sorry I'm early, but it wasn't worth going back to my apartment. I'm famished, don't suppose you've any food around? I did bring a gift," he said as he got to his feet and held out a box. Inside was a mask. "Handmade by yours truly, so completely untraceable. Ribbons for aesthetic, elastic for practicality. Hopefully suitably subtle seeing as you seem to have an aversion to sequins."
