Chapter 470: Have I met you before?
EARTH, FRANCE, NICE - 2013
"---yes, I gotta meet this woman. She is, according to my inner circle, something of a loner. Skinny too." Agitating, hollow laugh echoed through the window. "I hear a good friend call her a skeleton. She will be perfect, I tell you. Perfect."
Pavvo de Seat spoke on the phone loudly and proudly. Donning a white mask, the green and black suit, and the rapid gestures near the window made him the perfect target for somebody watching in the trees.
AKA Kazi Hossain.
’Yep, definitely him.’
Pavvo threw a piece of candy in his mouth.
Kazi smiled and put down the binoculars. He was younger back then. His smile was graced with cool arrogance and he sat with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the tree. The expensive light-blue suit was but a cover for the bullet-proof vest he wore underneath and the hidden knives and guns.
Kazi Hossain, at the age of twenty, was a mercenary, a hero, a rebel, and so much more. Back then, his face was defined by a heavy stubble and a modern-esque hairstyle; nicely cut, shoulder length, and done in a manbun.
His eyes were brightly hazel and framed by some loose strands. The noble he eyed was known for his great art and preservation of it. He did illustrations on the human body and many of his works were held in the most prestigious museums. Pavvo de Seat himself was eccentric and led a quiet life. He had no fame among the common people or news media. However, in the inner circle of wealth in France, he was renowned for his parties, his ability to sell his art, and the women that accompanied him.
There were two security guards at the gate here and he suspected one inside. ’I could just jump to the window and ambush him but...’
That was boring. Efficiency was just boring in this world. The skies above could lay witness to the fact that Kazi Hossain could do anything.