Heidi Petrelli (walks_again) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-12 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | heidi petrelli, lindsey mcdonald |
who| Heidi Petrelli and Lindsey McDonald.
what| Wolfram & Hart's $5 Secret Clearence Sale
when| Morning
where| The Hyperion Library; LA
rating| TBA, Unlikely to be terribly high.
status| Thread; Incomplete
For Heidi Petrelli, it was one thing for the Universe to take Peter and Nathan from her and deposit them in a crazy version of California three years in the past. That was impersonal, on a cosmic level, and while it was all good and well to make up snarky and degrading plays on names for the Powers That Endorsed Abduction, being disgruntled and indignant with all of (the clearly inconsiderate) creation took more energy than she could spare. It was also incrediably unproductive, and she only encouraged that when the persuits were directly related to relaxation. Another thing was for a lawfirm full of large-headed sociopaths with large budgets, portions of which were dedicated towards the section of the payroll from which theives and kidnappers were paid, to take members of her family and subject them to maltreatment. Actually, she resented the taking every bit as much as the torture; the latter simply elicted horror, and plucked a deep, unwavering chord of protectiveness in her.
It was a good, stong chord. Perfect for hanging people with.
Wolfram and Hart had been enjoying AI's diverted attention thanks to a slew of recent crises, and Heidi was more or less confident that, though they would never not be vigilant; their eyes were focused faster to other victims for the time being. There'd been no immediate retaliation after Peter's return, which meant they probably thought they had finally gotten a foothold in a soft spot. With Bela there--for reasons Heidi believed to be as straight and noble as a pretzel robbing Servian orphanages--they likely had their eyes and ears in the Hyperion, which made arranging to meet with Lidnsey tricky. Tricky, but not impossible. It was a matter of getting her daily movements down, and then refering to their meeting as a chance to work on the Mortal Enemies Handbook. Not difficult to have accepted as truth, since she was better knwon around the hotel as Mother, Wife, and Moral Support. A reputation she knew would ultimately work to her advantage.
The library had been outfitted for war. One of the coffee makers, tried and trusted, was busy bubbling away at the final cup of the pot on a small table lifted from one of the empty rooms. Beside it was an ice chest, and inside that ice chest were the Klondike Bars. Other assorted ediables were tucked away to be taken out as needed; the less time they spent moving between the library and kitchen, the better. Heidi has also taken Lindsey's breif estimate of the amount of information he had at his double-crossing disposal, as evidenced by the neat, and high, stack of notebooks on the library table that had been set up for the purposes of their conferences. Pens, pencils, a sharpner, reading glasses, and other assorted note-taking items were also present. The fish on her screen swished and swam to and fro, blocking the wordprocessor from view. Any hard notes may one day need to be destroyed, but data she could multiply and divide amounts AI and Allies as needed.
The coffee maker choked and gurgled to a finish. Snagging two mugs from their resting place atop the cooler, she filled them, and moved towards the table. She was still close enough to the door that when it opened, she only had to turn and hold the mug out.
"Good Morning, Lindsey." She greeted, her smile as ready as the coffee.