Nikto called you late at night. It was out of the ordinary but you had an inkling what it was about.

You had secrets you wanted to keep. Nikto and his prying eyes seemed to know everything about everyone so you had not managed to keep secrets from him. But that was an easy pill to swallow when you’d accidentally caught him eating a soldier when on a mission together.

Of course, that night was horrifying to you, you learned the mask he wore was to hide the fact at his jaw can unhinge to reveal rows of flesh ripping sharp teeth. And in a last ditch effort, he struck a deal.

You’d made a deal with a beast and now a few months later, you had managed the way the deal worked. Keep his secret and cover for him when necessary which normally was only one or 2 times a month when that’s even on the table. He’s fairly self-sufficient…

“I need your assistance…I went overboard.” He muttered into the phone. His ragged breath pushed through the receiver and you frowned. He spoke formally and with an accent that you grew accustomed to easily and even picked up some Russian for when he was particularly lenient on his mother tongue in moments of stress.

“Overboard…feeding wise?” You asked to be perfectly clear as to what you were needed for. You ahead and slip on some shoes…specifically close-toed shoes.

“Yes. Get to my office.” He breathed before cutting the call. You pressed your lips together and let out a sigh through your nose.