Wolf (wolf_atthedoor) wrote in musings, @ 2010-09-22 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | moriarty, wolf |
Locked to A. Morgenstern
So what if the conversation was vague? Wolf tuned in fine, didn't need a translator to reassure him whomever A. Morgenstern was, they spoke a shared patois. It didn't happen 'til late in the evening -- there were books to visit, a pancake house to eyeball, scents to sniff out -- but his résumé (if you could even call it that) did get sent.
It's not laid out prettily. There's no pomp. Truth is, he's feeling the lunar pull, the tide's claws at his skin, so what Wolf shares is thorough but un-pretty. A number of con men, some drug dealers giving way to smugglers to arms dealers to the IRA. Entry level "security" and "messenger" jobs across numerous crime families -- the type of work that's given to outsiders, drifters who are hired help.
Then, somewhere, Wolf finds his niche. He's a communicator, an intermediary, infrequently a fixer and all these things are spoken in a physical language rather than an aural one. Big number capitalists become his employers prior to his departure from Musings. Wolf, it seems, has networked his way through crime syndicates, dependable and loyal as far as loyalty can take a man.
For all that, it's just broad strokes. They may be looking at a whole new world spread before them, but he's not stupid. Give away all the details and you may as well have nothing.