[b]September 17th, 2016, 12 Paludis Drive[/b]

The sun had only recently set and so Peter had been the first to arrive. Curiosity had got the better of him once again, and the old saying struck true, in for a penny in for a pound. The pact had been sealed as soon as he opened the second envelope. To his understanding there was still wriggle room, he could always abandon the group and hideout. The only thing it had prevented him doing was divulging information or playing the spy, which he wouldn’t have done for all the money and blood in the city. Whoever X was, betraying him would be suicide under such circumstances. The pin in Peter’s cuff was both a vital playing card and a double edged sword. He was giving his location to X because to abandon the pin was to abandon the game. He had to admit, X had played well thus far.

Peter’s eyes read the note with a certain grim amusement, his steely features folding into an uncommon smile. He wondered if the others would come tonight. Brushing open the door he peered into the corridor beyond, half excited, half terrified. Why was it that the games with the highest stakes appealed so much? His eyes were drawn to a small table and the familiar contours of his own name. He snatched up the key in an absent minded fashion, more interesting in exploring the house. Having lived in a run-down apartment his entire adult life the place was luxurious by comparison. Or at least, he assumed it was, as he never made it further than the second floor, specifically the bar in one corner of the living room/dining room area. 

Should any of the others decide to take up the invitation and investigate their safe house, they would probably find Peter behind the bar investigating a number of Irish whiskeys in decanters. Dressed much the same as previous, albeit in a somewhat more rumpled shirt and with his fedora conspicuously missing.