Agent for a Cause

What we did in the world could be considered both bad and good depending on the viewpoint of the individual, but we only worked on assignments that we felt personally led to the greater good as it befit our own perspectives independent of any one nation or group of nations in the world.

Sometimes our actions lined up with the agendas of the powers that be, sometimes they didn't. Which is why we never took outside funding so that we were beholden to no one's rules other than the ones we imposed on ourselves.

We did do favors for certain influential powers in the world from time to time, that bought a lot of personal favor, which in turn allowed us for the most part to work in complete autonomy from the rest of the world's oversight. I said as much to Anna as we approached the castle.

"So you're like a superhero club." She said.

I grimaced, "That's not exactly the best way of putting it, but I suppose in a crude way, yes, that might be something close to it."

We were there. The door opened and I got out and then helped Anna emerge from the car. The liveried servant was dressed down to the tee, but I couldn't help but think that he had several black belts to his name as well as a thriving intellect masked behind his look of servile ability.

The stone walls of the castle surrounded us and I wondered at what defense mechanisms they might hide, because the meeting spot of the board was no secret in the underworld that contained many who hated us and the work we did.

We stepped through the massive front doors into the immaculately preserved interior of the castle vestibule. Anna looked a bit of the tourist at the moment, as she looked all around her with interest.

"I see the old castle has intrigued you as it has me these many long years." Came a voice from off to our left.

The voice was warm in its quality, but it always sent chills through me. I turned to see Borden Chantry. His agent name was all I knew him by. I had come to know over the years that Chantry was a very big man in the realm of men with an equally big heart, but it was always hard for me to be around him. He had in a sense once killed me and then brought me back to life.

There had always been an awkwardness I had felt around him since then. Chantry, among his many talents, could be utterly charming and I could already see that he had relaxed Anna considerably. Anna moved off to where a servant with a seemingly genuine smile gestured. I had missed something!