Shade laughed, then. Of course, he suspected it wouldn't go entirely smoothly, but... That wasn't the point. Nor was the money, despite the offer. It was excellent for the govrnment to offer, and a tempting fruit for those of you who thieved for funds, rather than for fun.

But between he and Eobard?

His grin said enough, sharp as it was.

"I should certainly hope so! I'm pleased that you'll be joining us."

But Shade -- an immortal -- was a fickle man with no sense for time. His leg crossed, he sipped at his tea, the dark of his pants started to slip away, into shreds of dark ash, that drifted to the ground, to disappear before they even reached the floor.

"I'll contact you, when it gets closer. Perhaps by phone next time."