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Part 3, holy shit! I didn't mean for it to be THAT long
“You must be Vala.” He smiled warmly at her, pulling his wallet out he laid out his tab. “I need you to come with me.” He canted his head to the side, moving to stand up his legs became quite wobbly. Placing a hand on her shoulder he leaned in close to her ear, “I want to take you someplace where you’ll be safe from the Human International Law Enforcement. A man by the name of Phillip Roland, who I believe is one of your regular customers, has turned you in for abuse of your power and HILE officers will be here tomorrow night to pick you up. Please, trust me and let me take you there. However, you’ll have to let me lean on you to get there, love.” Leaning back a little he smiled, “Let’s go then.” He draped an arm around her shoulders, blinking a little once they’d exited outside.
“Yes, this way then.” He glanced around eyes scanning the streets carefully. There was nothing but tourists. It was a long walk to the King’s Ransom, but soon enough they were there. “The King’s Ransom.” He waved his hand about, causing his coat to flutter a little bit in the air. “Home to mutants of all sorts. Oh, by the way, I’m Edwin Fairchild; former Detective Inspector for the HILE. My brother, Basil, is on the ship.” He nodded his head, “Now, love if you will.” He waited on her to start walking again, thinking about where Basil could possibly be. If he knew his brother, which he did, he was probably up on the deck with it being such a lovely day. “Up here.” He pointed, jacket flinging once again.
Once up on the deck, after much stumbling up the stairs up to it, Edwin glanced around. Dropping his arm from Vala’s shoulders he took a stumbling step forward only to trip and fall over something, no wait, somebody. Rolling over onto his back, he gave a drunken grin to his brother. “Basil! I knew I’d find you up here.” He shifted, settling down between his brother’s legs and rested his head against his chest. “Basil, Vala. Vala, Basil.” He waved his hand, the jacket resting on the other side of Basil a few feet away.
“You must be Vala.” He smiled warmly at her, pulling his wallet out he laid out his tab. “I need you to come with me.” He canted his head to the side, moving to stand up his legs became quite wobbly. Placing a hand on her shoulder he leaned in close to her ear, “I want to take you someplace where you’ll be safe from the Human International Law Enforcement. A man by the name of Phillip Roland, who I believe is one of your regular customers, has turned you in for abuse of your power and HILE officers will be here tomorrow night to pick you up. Please, trust me and let me take you there. However, you’ll have to let me lean on you to get there, love.” Leaning back a little he smiled, “Let’s go then.” He draped an arm around her shoulders, blinking a little once they’d exited outside.
“Yes, this way then.” He glanced around eyes scanning the streets carefully. There was nothing but tourists. It was a long walk to the King’s Ransom, but soon enough they were there. “The King’s Ransom.” He waved his hand about, causing his coat to flutter a little bit in the air. “Home to mutants of all sorts. Oh, by the way, I’m Edwin Fairchild; former Detective Inspector for the HILE. My brother, Basil, is on the ship.” He nodded his head, “Now, love if you will.” He waited on her to start walking again, thinking about where Basil could possibly be. If he knew his brother, which he did, he was probably up on the deck with it being such a lovely day. “Up here.” He pointed, jacket flinging once again.
Once up on the deck, after much stumbling up the stairs up to it, Edwin glanced around. Dropping his arm from Vala’s shoulders he took a stumbling step forward only to trip and fall over something, no wait, somebody. Rolling over onto his back, he gave a drunken grin to his brother. “Basil! I knew I’d find you up here.” He shifted, settling down between his brother’s legs and rested his head against his chest. “Basil, Vala. Vala, Basil.” He waved his hand, the jacket resting on the other side of Basil a few feet away.