From up the road, a civilian jeep drove up the long winding road to the mansion. Nathan being left to look at the very secluded surroundings with no small bit of awe. He knew his services had been sold to the organization that ran the mansion... Drug dealing, prostitution, the works. Though he had no real love for the law, in any way, shape, or form. His time in the military had all but taught him the only real way to get along in this world was to cut your path with your bare hands, and he did just that. Though his watcher didn't stop at the front door, instead pulling around to the side of the lavish estate, and stopping at a side entrance before looking to him. Nathans eyes met his, and his posture straightened, clearly recognizing the driver as his superior. He patiently waited, and the driver began to speak.<br/><br/>"you know that your services have been sold to the ones running this place. You will obey the owner of this mansion, follow their orders to the letter, and do as they ask, correct?" The man smiled widely, rewarded with a clean cut nod from Nathan. "As long as they pay us for your services, which is a relatively small fee, you will work for them. You need to disappear here for a long time, less the people who can prove your guild of old matters find you and get my prized worker locked away for the rest of his days. I'm sure you will make them much more money than they spent to get you, but I was desperate to get you out of The base in Europe." He nodded to the door, and Nathan got out of the jeep with nothing more than his Black jeans, white T shirt and a small army bag filled with other uniform looking clothes.<br/><br/>As the jeep drove off, leaving him here, a small smirk formed on his lips. He looked forward to this, perhaps more than anything. Who wouldn't? Well taken care of, employed to service women that payed the mansion for it, and whatever else they may want of him. It was paradise as far as he was concerned. Sitting up nights day after day in shoddy military lodgings with nothing to look forward to after business had concluded. He walked to the door of the mansion, and banged on it a few times. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he stood straight to his rather impressive height. The T easily showed his cut body underneath, his military training and activities carving him into a rather attractive man.