#xelex

Five months have passed since Xelex Zolnerowich and Xinan Weiss had entered a mutual partnership. He became her personal bodyguard, and executor of wet work. The man didin’t mind, it was what he was good at. Xinan paid him, how he wasn’t sure, but in the business of selling your services you don’t ask questions. As long as the cash flow didn’t stop, you didn’t complain. There were some questionable tasks given to him, but he didn’t question her. 

Now here they were in an unremarkable mid-western town. It was the small type of town where it seemed everyone knew everyone, so the pair stuck out as they had walked down the street. The two feigned as a couple to pass under the radar while they gathered their bearings on the task at hand. It was easier to fake a backstory and an alias than to hide. Currently, they were at a local bar and grill that had an outdoor patio where they decided to take a moment.

Xelex reached into his shirt pocket, grabbing his cigarettes and lighter, lighting up one of them and taking a drag. He idly watched the smoke rise up into the summer air as he placed the pack and lighter back into his pocket. Reaching onto the table, he gripped his glass of whiskey and took a swig of it. The quiet was relaxing, instead of their usual bickering. You actually might believe they were a couple if you passed by on the street. The little blonde woman was currently pouring over a file she had, as well as furiously typing on a phone. No doubt finalizing details.