Who: Methos (Narrative) When: Late May Where: His House What: Concluding Business Rating/Warnings: Low. Status: Complete!
Arriving home, Methos (Adam Pierson, as he was once more) carefully extracted his most recent purchase, carrying it into the house with a certain amount of reverence. He’d spent far too much, more than it was worth. The deal had been simple. He would create one set of untraceable new identities, do what he could to erase those which they would be replacing, and then deliver them to the buyer at a previously agreed upon location and time. In exchange, he would be given one very rare, very beautiful sword to add to his collection of antique arms and armor.
His work did not come cheap, and he usually wasn’t so willing to make such trades. But this particular buyer had offered something worth making an exception for. He would have paid whatever price they asked, created as many false identities as they needed. To him, it would have been more than worth it. If only because it had taken him years of searching to find one, short of stealing from a museum collection. And he did prefer to obtain his ancient artifacts in slightly less illegal ways. Besides which, stealing from a museum was in terrible taste.
He handled the package delicately as he unwrapped it, a slow smile spreading across his face as the sword within was finally revealed to him. Gently freeing it, he examined it closely, making certain it was as authentic as had been claimed. You could never be too careful with this kind of thing. And you could never trust a client. He did tend to do business with unsavory sorts, and criminals did tend to tell lies.
Much to his relief, it looked as though the buyer had delivered on his promise. He could always forge the proper documentation later, seeing as how that hadn’t been provided to him, but for the moment, he was satisfied this was indeed what he had been looking for for so long.
It was a beautiful piece. An Indian broadsword forged of iron, medieval in construction. Only a handful were known to exist, two being in museum collections while the others were being held in private collections. He had rarely seen one come up on the market, and the one time he had, it had been bought before he was able to make an acceptable offer.
He had made it a personal mission ever since to find another and purchase it for his own private collection. He hadn’t had the chance until now, however. And what a wonderful addition it was going to make.
There was already an open space among his other rare and antique swords, waiting for a special acquisition, and he carefully put the sword in its rightful place, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he stepped back once again to admire it. His face lit up with a certain unrestrained glee as he looked over his collection, satisfaction at having finally caught something he had spent years chasing.
Still smiling to himself, he turned off the light and left the room.