Hearing footsteps, Aiden walked to the door and looked through the peephole. A maid? He opened the door, allowing the maid to push her covered cart into the room. “Mister Aiden, I presume?” the brunette maid asked.
“Yes,” Aiden frowned. “What’s all this? I didn’t order anything.” He then paused, sniffing the air. Wait… “You’re a trainee,” he realized.
“Bingo,” she winked.
Aiden looked her up and down. She was a lot younger than he’d expected. She couldn’t be older than 19. Aiden nodded. “I have the weapons you asked for, along with a few extras,” she pulled back the sheet to reveal multiple knives, guns, and arrows on the cart. “Also, I was able to locate this Trenton guy, with help, of course. There’s an underground club in the area. Pretty sure he’s the owner. Club Silver. Located
