Sworn Mage: The White Crow Menace

The huge executive swivel chair squeaked under the weight of that fat balding toad that is Mayor Carreon. His back turned to that majestic dark oak desk, quite telling of the rest of the grandeur of his office. Though, one might fail to see all that because of the dim of the room.  He croaked over nonchalantly to some unimportant colleague on the other line of the phone about what might be the biggest assassination plot of the decade.     “...Yeah I saw it in his interview. Gotta give it to Castro. He's really got some balls talking like that.     …Well I definitely have to, but not like that. Too, errr, tasteless!”     …I’ve got this guy, they call him THE AUDITOR work is spotless! Same guy who did us—who’s that blabby humanitarian douche last time?”     …Yeah, yeah. Well, another clog in the drain needs flushing. Sue me.”     …The people… what about ‘em?”     …Fuck em... Even if the mothafuckers all went out on the street to riot, that's all the more reason for me to gun them out for good.... Makes for less voters to buy.” At this point he swiveled around. The fat bastard almost entirely rolled over along with his tall chair if he hadn’t grabbed hold of the oak desk at the last second. The sudden sight of a man in his guest chair startled him so bad.     “I forgot to knock, did I scare you?” the man asked.  Usually Stella would have to voice over the intercom if guests are expected. But that is if they would even get past the literal battalion of securities roaming around the series of doors and hallways before they could even get to the Mayor’s office.  But somehow, as seamless as a shadow in the dark, the Auditor did. He had been sitting there all the while in his crisp black coat and sheen boots. Toying his black wide-brimmed hat with his fingers.     “Did Stella let you in?”     “No, I let myself in. I swear Carreon, you pay too much for those lousy securities.”     “You heard what I said?” Carreon regained composure as he reached and poured two glasses of bourbon for him and for his guest.     “About Castro? Not really... Except the part where you said that you're losing your touch to the masses so you want your only real opposition dead.” The sarcasm wasn’t hard to spot.     “I didn't say that, but yeah. That bastard's really giving me the pain in the crotch. I'm really counting on you—“     “---I don't wanna take the job.” The Auditor had always been a no-nonsense, get-this-over-with kind of a man. And it showed in the way he carries his conversations. Carreon Scoffed. “Well that's a first for the infamous Auditor.” The mayor casually sipped at his glass, as if waiting for a more favorable response. But the Auditor just stood up and put on his wide brimmed hat. Seemed like preparing to leave.     “I understand. You wanna make it fifty grand is it? You’re right. I think I may have been too steep at you lately.”     “You're not hearing me Carreon…” his tone was decisive.     “--Okay a hundred then. And that's twice and more than enough your smug ass can beg for!” Carreon is starting to get irritated.     “Perhaps you got some of those cash stuffed in your ears, you can't hear straight. I said I don't WANT to take the job.”     “May I ask why?” He mused while gritting his teeth. The man in black simply picked up his glass and walked up to Carreon. Then, very slowly, he poured all his bourbon to the Mayor's glass.     “Castro's a good man.” The Auditor pronounced as he emptied his own glass.     He just laughed his fat ass in response. “You think this stinking city needs a GOOD mayor? Manila will devour the poor soul if he ever gets seated!” The mayor stood up to open a safe behind his desk.     “And here comes your fat bastard ass embezzling your way to save us all?.. Hurray.” He said this as the mayor grabbed a load full of cash from the safe and shoved them in a duffel bag.     “You know Auditor, I've built this city from s**t…”     “No wonder the people are now so full of it.” The man in black snapped back. “...and the people will perpetually love me, or hate me for all I care, because no one else would ever have the real balls to tame the f*****g lion that they truly are.” the bulging toad continued. He practically threw the duffel on the table, still hoping to win him over.     “How many times have you killed for me? Ten? Twenty? You kill for a living last time I checked. Since when do you care about good men?!” The Mayor heaved with a slight hint of rage.     The mysterious visitor just blankly stared outside the office window, then let out a cold sigh. “Honestly don't give a fuck.”     “Then why?” In response, he balanced his empty glass on its side very meticulously atop the mouth of the bottle. It took just a few seconds before he lifts his finger off his little spectacle. It stood there impressively steady, but ready to topple off with the slightest nudge.     “...I'm quite good at doing this, you know?” He said this as if that would help make sense. The mayor looked unimpressed.     “Trust me, I'm doing you and your people a favor. Or we'll all end up in crap.” The dim of the room made it hard to make out the expression on the confused official. The soundlessness of the night also didn’t ready him for what would happen next.     “...You're getting too fat, Carreon.” He reached at the side of his belt. Blood splattered on the wall of the grandiose office almost at the same time as the man in black lifted his hands in the Mayor’s unsuspecting face.     “... besides, Castro paid me two hundred!” He didn’t care for any silencer or what not. He just simply let the deafening BANG from his gun break the eerie peace of the night. The secretary and bodyguards rush in and went all berserk over the dead mayor on the floor. Half of his plump head awash with red. Securities were all in a sudden clamor on who to radio for what, searching the grounds, and securing the whole building, pretending to know what to do. But no one seemed to notice the man standing there with a wide-brimmed hat and his smoking gun. Amidst all these, the Auditor calmly picked up the duffel of cash and casually walked outside the office, passing by the secretary, some guards, and everyone else without anyone even throwing him a glance.