She arched her left eyebrow slightly, it was the only movement she made for a moment. How she loved a good chess match, as most battle of wits are. She took on last lingering look at his handsome face. He truly was classically good looking. She could almost see him on the battlefield, a broadsword dripping with blood. Savoring his victory, the blue marks streaked on his honed chest from the toil. His dark hair would have been longer.<br/><br/>Syn felt unease creep across her skin an errant thought danced on the edge. No, it could not be. She pushed down the distraction.  Pushing off her perch to her feet, she took a deep breath. Gods take us, she thought biting her bottom lip, needing to distance herself from him. She walked towards the glimmering expanse of glass.<br/><br/>The view of the city from here, did nothing to for her. Her eyes were distant seeing images of a land long and far away. “<em>There is an item in the hands of a gentleman. It isn’t very large, but it is worth a quite a large sum of money.”</em><br/><br/>“<em>It must be procured and brought to me with the utmost haste.” Syn turned back to the devil in the room.  She walked back towards him.</em>“<br/><br/><br/>”  She brought up her hand quickly as if to stay him.<em>“Yes yes, conduct yourself how ever you need. Your methods are why I asked for you.”<br/></em><br/>Laying her hand against his chest, she stepped in close. Looking up at his taller frame,<em>“Make no mistake. You are mine, in any which fashion I need to have you”.</em><br/><br/>Johnny looked down at her. She knew he thought very little of her reach. She wasn’t one to move her pieces with out thinking of the outcome, however.<br/><br/>“<em>You will need to pay a visit to the home of Mattheus Robinson</em>.” Syn's full lips turned up a bit, ""<em>He is the majority stock holder.</em>