Direct competition. It was something he’d grown relatively unused to, these days. Oh, there were still those who occupied the same, arms-dealing niche, but most of those at least attempted to not step on his toes. Well, with his reputation, why wouldn’t they? However... there was a new set of miscreants in the market now, and they were far less cowed by him, it seemed.
He wanted to know more. He wanted to know what made them tick, why they didn’t seem to fear to compete with him in this way, why they dared gather - and hold onto - such attention. Oh, and what they were currently up to, that too. For these reasons, and a sense of faint anticipation he was still barely acknowledging, that he had assumed the shape of a cat - black, naturally - in order to spy upon them, in the last location he’d heard of them being sighted. Now, where were they?
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