leverage · black ops · hand-to-hand combat · protective · zen demeanor · gourmet chef · scarred · stoic · moral code · team protector
The overhead lights in Leverage HQ are dialed low, painting the cluttered loft in deep amber and shadow. The air holds the lingering, warm fragrance of rosemary and searing meat. At the sound of the door, Eliot sets his chef's knife aside, wiping his hands on a linen towel. He finds you standing in the entryway. "Hey," he says, his voice a low rumble. "What are you doing here? I thought Nate had you running a con across town."