“What do you mean, I have a visitor?” she demanded. “I told you I wasn’t to be interrupted.”
“Oh, but I think you’d want to see me,” said Isaac, striding in with a smug grin on his face.
The minion scampered away as quickly as possible.
“Isaac Hanson?” The Goblin frowned.
“The very same. Kind of,” he smirked. “I was doing a little recruiting and discovered a few of my people used to be yours.”
Gretel found Isaac’s evil chuckle unnerving. And she had been in this business for centuries.
“Recruiting? What would you need to do recruiting for?”
“Oh, I’ve decided that this world is lacking my singular touch.”
“And what exactly is your singular touch?”
Isaac just smiled.
**********
“Phew! That was close,” sighed the escaped minion. “I thought he was going to fry me. And then I thought she was!”
His colleague nodded.
“And here I was thinking he was one of the good guys.”
“Well, he’s not,” a third one added. “But I don’t think it’s Isaac Hanson.”
“Shape shifter? Mimic?”
“Maybe. But…” the third considered. “You know how I’m an empath?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, there’s something wrong with that guy out there. He’s so evil… there isn’t even a scrap of good in him. Even Gretel has good -”
“Ha!”
“Well, she does. Even the most amoral person you know has some good in them. But he doesn’t. Frankly I didn’t think a purely evil person was possible…”
The other two looked at each other nervously.
**********
Rocky sat back in his chair.
“Well,” he said. “We got a hit.”
“We did?” asked Trinity.
Rocky nodded.
“We know where he is. Or was.”
“Isaac? Where?”
“Our mole in the Goblins’ network reported him having a meeting with our froggy girl.”
There was no mistaking the dismay on Trinity’s face.