In Which Insurance Agents are Demons
Eliot was leaning back against the kitchen counter, laughing with an arched brow as he eyed Bobby, tipping the beer in his hand back to meet his lips, and drinking heavily from the amber-gold liquid. They'd become fast friends after stumbling across each other in the middle of a job. Turns out the bad guys that Nate and the rest of their crew had been in the midst of screwing were demons. Needless to say that Eliot's punching match with one of them had not been going as well as expected. Eliot was better, but the freak kept getting back up. And then there'd been a slightly balding man in flannel with a shotgun and sixty words of Latin.
After that job, they'd expanded their scope a bit; Eliot had gotten a crash-course on demons from Bobby, and they'd started going after the ones that most Hunters couldn't touch -- the ones positioned as CEOs and politicians, with private armies and millions in bribes to all the right people. They took the jobs that required specialized skills, a knowledge of more than just the world's most intuitive point-and-click interface and The Lord's Prayer in Latin. They were also the jobs that came with... monetary compensation.
Leverage Associates was quite possibly the first hunter group to actually make money saving people. Bobby, of course, gave them endless shit for it. It didn't bother Eliot any -- but despite his pretty face, he was still a beer and flannel country boy. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a flannel shirt (that didn't match Bobby's) and black military grade boots. Eliot might have only recently been exposed to the supernatural, but with the laundry list of shit he'd been through, it had hardly taken him by surprise.
After that job, they'd expanded their scope a bit; Eliot had gotten a crash-course on demons from Bobby, and they'd started going after the ones that most Hunters couldn't touch -- the ones positioned as CEOs and politicians, with private armies and millions in bribes to all the right people. They took the jobs that required specialized skills, a knowledge of more than just the world's most intuitive point-and-click interface and The Lord's Prayer in Latin. They were also the jobs that came with... monetary compensation.
Leverage Associates was quite possibly the first hunter group to actually make money saving people. Bobby, of course, gave them endless shit for it. It didn't bother Eliot any -- but despite his pretty face, he was still a beer and flannel country boy. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a flannel shirt (that didn't match Bobby's) and black military grade boots. Eliot might have only recently been exposed to the supernatural, but with the laundry list of shit he'd been through, it had hardly taken him by surprise.