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Cas: probably the words “your name” on my ass

The barely 20 year old followed Evie’s direction to the letter. After New York, Victorian London is a breeze. Clarissa was easily able to locate the address on the business card, and she knew loitering around would bring her target to her. 

Posted up against the brick wall, the brunette had moment to reflect on the potential ramifications of ‘screwing around in time’, thanks Cas. However, a job was a job, and she was expected to use her skills covertly to get the job done by both Evie and her brother. And she was dressed the part, at casual glance, nothing more than an initiate to the Rooks. 

Finally, she spied a well dressed man entering the area. Quietly, she fell into step behind him, making sure no one she couldn’t vet was near to hear.

“Mr. Wynert, Clarissa Tellemanca,” The American accent was sure to stand out, the slight southern drawl hopefully perking more interest in the small woman. “The Fryes sent me to see if you needed any jobs done.” Because if I stay inside the train while everyone else gets to do shit, I am going to set something on fire.