[Fable]

Fable smirked to himself contentedly, he really did feel like the cat that got the cream.
Actually that wasn't a bad idea. He needed to get some cream.

Having managed to secure a half decent bank account under his false identity, Fable was enjoying the advance payments for the bodyguard and nanny duties he would supposedly have to perform, but he wasn't thinking about that right now.

Leaving the port with his cap pulled down low and his tail tucked away neatly, he made his way to the nearest ice cream parlour and bought himself a double chocolate ice cream, careful to steal an extra topping and a rather shiny ice cream scoop.
Satisfied, he followed the directions kindly written out for him by the attractive lady he'd been sat next to on the plane. She had also scribbled a number at the bottom of the page but Fable didn't even have a phone... Perhaps he'd steal one soon.

After hopping off a rusty old bus that he'd feared would fall apart at any minute, he found himself a few streets away from his destination.
He took a few moments to survey his surroundings and work out which direction to take.
This was quite a nice looking area, probably expensive, undoubtedly snooty. This wasn't the sort of place he'd usually be welcomed to, and he instantly felt out of place and insecure.
What kind of person had he been assigned to? What would he have to deal with? Would it even be worth the money?
He shrugged the worries off and submitted himself to fate. At any rate, wherever he was going would be warmer than out here...