Private Finished The First Steps

Setting up shop again in Manta Carlos had been a breeze, much easier than Tomas had originally thought it would be. Not that he had expected any problems -Nick Miller and his precious, yet so gullibly and easily to manipulate lover, Daphne, had made sure of that for him. Their deaths, well, Nick's suicide, and Daphne's untimely fall from a closed room on the 52nd floor of her Manhattan apartment three weeks ago, had tied up any loose ends that may have prevented his reappearance as Mathos Sandoval.

God, what he wouldn't have given to tell his darling whore of a sister that the attack on Woodland had been the brainchild of her childhood friend, Delfine Moore... The irony was too great. The two girls had been inseparable, best friends ... little did Zoraida know, Delfine had been envious of her to the point that when Tomas met her by chance 3, 4 years ago, he had to do very little to twist that envy into blinding hatred.

It was almost a shame that he had lost his ability to raise the dead, he'd have loved to have Delfine "visit" Zora. The thought made him grin. Delfine, a rotting corpse, visiting his sister in the middle of the night. He'd had loved to see her face then ... She wouldn't be such a snooty bitch then, thinking herself better than him... oh no... he had a feeling it'd be quite the opposite.

In fact, just the mere idea of his sister begging him to release Delfin or to get rid of her, turned him on. Death had not changed that. Tomas, or Mathos, still wanted Zoraida - mind, body, and soul -, and he intended, this time, to succeed no matter how long it took, or who he had to take down in the process. If he had to kill the whole goddamn Del Bosque line to do it, he would.

Snapping out of his reverie when a pipe suddenly hit the floor, loudly echoing through the large space, Tomas snapped close the blueprints he had been going over. Frowning, he started walking around the warehouse locale that would soon become his new venture - a microbrewery.

"Careful with that," Tomas called out exasperated as he then scrolled over his growing contacts list as workmen went about reinforcing floors, installing vats, adding pipes. For now, his phone contact list didn't seem too strange ... at least to the untrained eye.

Though pretty soon, the numbers of potential Black Wings numbers and other useful contacts would all need to be memorized or added magically so that he could only access them. Especially if he kept asking around, albeit discretely, for people who could do or supply certain services that he couldn't deal with at the moment.

@Stefan

Tomas looked over when he heard someone address, Mathos Sandoval. It was a tall dark-haired young man, maybe early twenties. He most definitely wasn't anyone Tomas had met before, and while suspicious of him - as he naturally had to be, all things considered - he decided to play it out and see what the person wanted ... for all Tomas knew, the guy was a city inspector.

"That would be me. Can I help you?" he asked as he put his phone away in his pocket.

'Asking around for someone to do "a job" for him."

It was then that it all clicked in for him what the stranger's visit was about. Tomas had made a few discreet inquiries around town to see if he could find someone to "retrieve" a few objects for him.

"I see," Tomas remarked evenly, his tone not showing any emotion or surprise at this.

"Let's go somewhere a little less noisy for a moment to discuss your proposal," he stated, purposefully raising his voice a bit, so that if anyone was listening in over the clanking and hammering they'd think that they had left to talk business and would be back soon-ish.

Then, Mathos gestured for Adryan to follow him outside to a space underneath an old willow, about 40 feet from the building.

Mathos almost smirked at the thief's request. It was fine though. He seriously doubted he'd ever have a need or desire to describe Adtyan to anyone. Besides, Mathos also had no real urge to have anyone else know what he was up to. The less people involved - on any level - the better.

Hell, if he could do this by himself, he would have. Every time he hired someone, it was another loose thread Tomas had to worry about. Another person who could potentially screw him over or wreck his plans.

"Sure, whatever... It's not like I actually care what you look like, I just want to know if you can do what I require," Tomas said as he waved away the man's main concerns.

"And money is not a problem... unless, of course, you try to screw me over," he warned.

Adryan's candid answer seemed to satisfy Mathos, and so he just nodded once in answer, before adding, almost as an afterthought. "Good. Let's hope it continues that way."

"The job in question will, if it goes off without a hitch, lead to a few more," Tomas explained as he stared ahead unseeingly at the building before them, safe in the knowledge that the Slaugh were there to protect him if Adryan tried anything.

"I need you to retrieve two personal items and return them to me," he said as glanced sideways at Adryan.

"They are in the possession of this person," he said as he passed the young man a piece of paper with his sister's details on them.