Liam sighed, pressing a hand to his head in resignation. He decided he would do it. What did he have to lose? The man hadn’t possessed a stable job since…Okay, he’d never had a stable job. It would make things easier, though. Picking tourists’ pockets was reasonable money, but it wasn’t reliable. If he was injured, or caught, it put getting food in his stomach on hold. A hollow stomach wasn’t unbearable, but Liam hated the feeling. Now, after years of resistance, he was going to give in to Alexi Von Steel’s offer of employment with VSITF. He hated the idea of having superiors; when you’re a thief by trade, you only have to answer to yourself. He wouldn’t even be left to his own devices; most of the ways he obtained information were illegal. Conforming to the law was not inherent in him, nevertheless working for the law. But things had to change; mainly because he was beginning to take into account Von Steel’s reports of supernatural beings. He had yet to gain any definite proof of these creatures, something he could rely on, but he was getting close. The number of missing persons was going up each week, most of which centered around the Cirque Maudire. Wolves and wildcats prowled the grounds nightly, but the numbers of missing persons increased around the full moon. Moreau himself never came out into the daylight, along with certain of his crew. It made him suspicious, and he wasn’t a man to take the time being suspicious, normally. Once Liam’s curiosity was peeked, there was no turning away from it. He wanted to see what the Task Force could yield by way of information. It meant taking orders and following them, but it also meant consistent income and information. He had to admit, it was a reasonable opportunity. Now if only he could drum up his patience to deal the mass of bloody idiots he was sure to deal with.