Totally Worth It

A man moved quickly through the icy streets of France, silver-lined coat pulled tight around himself. He had dirty-blond hair to his shoulders that streamed out behind him, skin with a pallor of a sickened man, eyes like grey blots of fresh ink, watery and wise. He stopped outside the bar and hesitated, wondering if it was worth going in. He hadn't much money, but possibly enough for one drink. Certainly not enough for anything to eat, but a drink in his stomach was better than sod all. He pushed open the door and watched the men within turn to face him as he swore at the cold. A group of men huddled around a table, already drunk, and one man behind the bar. He smiled behind his stubble and greeted them 'good evening'. He walked over and sat at the table beside the men.
"You're not from around here, huh?" Asked one suddenly. The blonde man shrugged.
"It that obvious?" He asked in poor French.
They laughed. "Afraid so. Where are you from then?"
"Eh...English." He mumbled, shrugging, not sure he was using the right word.
"What brings you here?"
"Visiting family." It wasn't a complete lie. The French Sanctuary had his older sister in the staff. "My name's Austin."
"Maurice." Stated the largest of the Frenchmen. Austin reached over and shook his hand.
"Strong grip."
"You have cold hands. Not a nice night to go out without a proper jacket. That doesn't look very warm."
Austin tugged at it. It never was warm. It was full of Necromancer magic. Bloody hell, he was freezing. He suddenly wished he had something woolly to wear. "Well yes, pleasure to meet you..." Austin mumbled. "I mean, I'm in here to get out of the cold. Awful night to spend out there."
"But totally worth it, what we've just been through!" Exclaimed a man named Philippe. The Necromancer nodded uncertainly.
"We're secret service." A man named Honore whispered, tapping the side of his nose.
Well, best way to get information from that from these drunkards didn't seem to Austin to be showing interest. He gave a shy smile and nodded. "I understand, I won't enquire further." It would be suspicious to. He ordered a drink from the barman and felt a hand on his shoulder. This man had introduced himself as Burnell.
"We've just faced the most dangerous targets yet!"
"We take them down for the good of the world." Maurice muttered with a grin.
"They bled light!" Philippe shrieked joyfully.
Austin frowned. "They did?"
"Monsters they were." Muttered the fifth man, who was hunched over his drink. Rene. "Shot that light from their hands and all. You should have seen it." The men kept talking, and Austin didn't touch his drink, even though his throat went dry. He paled even further as the men continued to talk, and he began to realise what he was hearing. This wasn't what...this couldn't be...oh god no...

Austin made his way over to Ireland as fast as he could. He hammered on a door with the palm of his hand. "Solomon!" The only man he'd ever befriended within the Necromancer temples. "Solomon open up!" He yelled. He felt unwell. He hadn't had a chance to eat or drink or get warm or rested he'd been in such a panic. He was absolutely bursting for the loo as well. Who ever said life was easy? Well, Austin Baritone had had it hard for a very long time, and panic never helped his case. The door opened and both men were greeted with grumpy looking men.
"It's two in the morning, Austin."
"I couldn't really wait for the sunrise."
They stared at one another for a while.
"Still living on the streets?"
Austin shrugged. "Not important." He muttered before collapsing. Solomon caught him and rolled his eyes.
"You're an idiot."
"Really need to talk..."
"Shut up." He took the other man into the house and made him sit on the sofa. Baritone curled up at once.
"I'm sorry...but something serious is happening...I was in France and...well...I should start at the beginning."