#wrongplacerighttime

He had been keeping an eye on the ne'er-do-well for a little while, having become somewhat of a thorn in his client's side. The ageing mercenary idly sipped from his cup of coffee, keeping an eye on his latest target as he ran through the intel in his head again.

Andrey Kobin. A low time criminal cleaner, body snatcher and arms dealer. The kind of person who can find anything for you, for the right price. He had had to deal with them in the past during his various escapades, but they were desperate times. Now he was back on the right side of the law, he almost took enjoyment and causing these kind of people trouble from the shadows.

His thoughts were broken by his target getting up from the bench where he sat, Arch quickly spotting what he was after - or rather who - a rather beautiful young woman. Arch felt his stomach turn ever so slightly as he saw the intent in Kobin's movement and facial expression. He stood up from his seat in the coffee shop, leaving a tip for the waitress as he grabbed his black messenger bag, leaving the shop and following him from a distance.

As he walked, Arch noticed how oblivious the young woman was of who was following her. The three walked a distance from each other, soon cutting through some narrow streets. Arch was about to strike, before spotting someone walking towards the three of them, a young man, with almost golden spiky hair.