#thread.kaz

Jossie grabbed Kaz' shoulders as they made their way through the formerly billionaire's mansion. He had a glass of what might be someone's hundred year old whiskey in his hand. This small outing was proving to be incredibly interesting, nobody seemed to utter too many questions about two strangers from out of town, and from this perspective the end of the world didn't look all that bad.

But watching formerly poor people eat the life style of the rich could get pretty old pretty fast. There were far too many places like these around the world, people who could accept that the world had ended either lend towards the: we should rebuild or we should fuck around. This was the latter crowd.

"I know I said we were here to relax and perhaps steal a few trinkets," he began, trying to sound diplomatic. "But I may have spotted a particular piece of art that supposedly got stolen two decades ago."

Adarsh knew the island was not in need of any kind of police force, and he'd never trusted the police force at home either, so it wouldn't make sense to put himself in such a role. However, in this new life, it seemed that it was the perfect solution to being able to understand every single person on the island and see what they were up to: or what new missions could lay in the future for him.

He snuck up on Kaz' little stand without much difficulty, his approach being hidden by the noise of the market place. The dealer always thought he could hide his business in clear sight, and Adarsh would let him, because technically there were no clear cut rules about drugs on the island, but Adarsh liked to form the world around him like the one he'd left behind.

"Raval," he said, loudly, as he grabbed Kaz by the back of his head, his appearance right away scaring away anyone there. He smiled relentlessly. "What counter-legal things have you been up to lately?" Adarsh still spoke with a heavy Indian accent, even if his English dictionary had grown over the years.