*Dimos*
"He seemed like a bit of an arse to me," I say wryly.
She had her car waiting for us a few streets away, and as I sit beside her now, I wonder if anyone knows the entirety of her.
"He didn't appear to find you much to his liking." She says.
"The feeling is mutual. Who is he exactly?" I ask.
She breathes in slowly. "As you can imagine in this line of work, the less I know about my colleagues, the better. We are a mysterious lot, even to each other for the most part. So when I was given this assignment, my handler introduced him only as Xoglethorpe. I have heard some refer to him as the Ogre, no doubt because of his uncompromising temperament and, unkindly, because of his appearance. Had he stepped out of the shadows, you would have seen that he is somewhat hunchbacked."
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