A Beautiful Friendship

"You work for me now."

Amalek sat coiled behind the throne, his human avatar seated upon it. Paul stood before him. The spy shrugged and said, "I guess you’re the new boss. Long as you’re paying."

"I pay well," said Amalek, "and I know the spy game well. Don’t try to pull wool over my eyes. I will eat you."

Paul smirked. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

"My new friends," said Amalek, "need know nothing of our relationship. King Zebulun and the others need not even know you exist. Sneak in and out as you always have, and speak only to me."

"Sure," said Paul, "except his friend Quinn already knows about me."

"How is that?" asked Amalek.

"Quinn knows everybody," said Paul.

Amalek’s avatar burst into a grin. "Alright, then," he said, "I suppose you can talk to Quinn. I’ll tell him not to talk to anyone else."

Paul left through a secret passage.