|Dante (justbusiness) wrote in tiberiusswann,|
@ 2010-05-28 16:12:00
Friday May 23rd 2008
What: A downtown surprise
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: H for Huh??
When Roger had been little, Pam had bought him small gifts on the weekends if he'd behaved himself all week. Dante knew this because he held some of Roger's memories, had looked through them over the years. This one sprung to mind because of Erin. He and her had been getting along fairly well, because she had been less annoying this week than usual. So to reward the good behaviour, and to encourage more, he decided to get her something. Boyfriends did that kind of thing, right?
It had taken him awhile, but finally he had found something acceptable- a girl helmet for when she rode on Jessica with him. Simple, dark colors, nothing too feminine but girl enough that Erin would like it. That way she could feel special and also shut up about her brains being splattered on the sidewalk.
Speakign of Jessica, Dante was about to swing his leg over her when a deep, gravelly voice caught his ear. "Alpha nine."
He froze, turning toward the voice. That name was so familiar. It was important. He knew it meant something... just didn't know what. "Hm?" he grunted in reply.
The man who'd spoken was head and shoulders over Dante, and that was no small feat. He held himself like a man of rank, shoulder squared and chin level. His chest was broad, his hands relaxed at his sides, and he was wearing a gun holster smoothly beneath his leather jacket. Smirking, the man ran a dark colored hand down the stubble on his face. "They said you'd been taken out in Athens. But I knew you were indestructable."
Athens. As in Athens, Ohio, where the alchemist had been. It took great restraint for Dante to keep his eyes from growing wide. Oh, holy fucking shit, this was bad, bad, bad. "Hm."
"You're a long way from Tucsan."
Furrowing his brow, the golem figured he couldn't get away with grunting this entire conversation. But he didn't think he could explain to a man with a gun (how he knew the man had a gun, since he had yet to see one, he wasn't sure) that this was a case of mistaken identity? Especially since it wasn't. "So are you," he said gruffly.
Chuckling a little, the man reached into his jacket (an action that made Dante very tense) and retrieved a small business card. "Too true," he said, handing it to Dante. "They assigned her to me, but that was when they'd thought you were dead. But you sure ain't, so... she's all yours."
Dante took the card warily, scanning it.
3561 E Sunrise Drive, Suite 105
Tucson, AZ 85718
"Sophie Martineau," he murmured.
"Alias," the man explained, like that helped whatsoever. "She's got three out there. I don't have to remind you what a challenge she is. Course, she ain't killed you yet."
This was getting worse by the second. From what this sounded like, and Dante was pretty sure he was right, he needed to go kill this woman. In Tucsan. His throat was dry as sandpaper. He nodded, silently, slipping the card in his pocket. The man seemed satisfied, assuming this was a gesture of agreement. "Big Captain ain't too pleased witcha right now," he informed Dante, speaking as though he were doing him a great favor by telling him this. In truth, he probably was. "You better not fuck this one up. You know what goes down when you fuck up."
"Yeah," he replied, trying to sound self assured but inside he was a jumble of confusion. A hired assassin. Well this explained the dream memories at least.
"I'll be sure to let them know you're alive."
"Don't bother," Dante said curtly, mounting Jessica and kicking her to start. "They'll find out soon enough." With that he sped off, leaving the man in the dust. This was so fucking bad, he didn't even know where to begin. Actually, he did. With looking up how far away is Tucson, Arizona.