𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 (aylin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-08-28 14:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gamora, ganondorf |
Who: Ganon & Gamora
What: Ganon gives Gamora a new assignment.
When: Let's say last night, just because?
Where: Ganon's office, Castle Casino
Rating/Warnings: Low, references to murder.
Status: Complete
“You wanted to see me?” Gamora slipped into Ganon’s office (if one could call it an office, it looked more like a throneroom, and made Gamora wrinkle her nose). He could have had better timing - she’d spent most of her night tossing and turning as she dreamed one terrible thing after another. She’d finally given up on sleep, after waking prior to a mission Thanos was sending her on. Her gut told her that wasn’t going to end well.
She plopped down on a chair and kicked her feet onto the table, sucking on an orange as she looked at him.
Ganon spared no expense on his office. It was originally built to be another VIP area on the top floor, isolated from the rest, but the view his windows offered was too much to pass off. He had things replaced, repainted, tweak and added. The enormous aquarium, for example, installed in the wall.
It was all tropical fish. Exotic ones, with colors and some even with teeth. One was was even a very small shark, although relatively harmless. He joked about completing his own quarters by getting a shark tank to feed people that pissed him off, and sharks were surprisingly easy to get (if you knew who to talk to, which Ganon did), but knowing his luck it would somehow backfire and he'd be the one in it.
So said the movies, anyway.
Ganon gave Gamora a stern look and motioned at her feet. "First, manners. This isn't your humble abode."
Rich people priorities.
She rolled her eyes at him, but took her feet off the table. Slowly, just to give him some leg. “I’m surprised you don’t have a fish tank in the floor. But all the scuff marks would be a bitch to clean.” She gestured with her hands, shrugging her shoulders. “Lets get down to business, Ganon. Who do you want me to hurt?”
His eyes was watched the little sneak peek of skin, and all he did was smirk.
“No violence required as of yet.” Although he did appreciate the eagerness. A violent spark was always appreciated in a woman, after all. He tapped his knuckles against the aquarium’s glass, just to watch the fish scatter, and then walked to his desk to sit down. There was a folder he picked up and balanced in his hands. “An old friend,” which really meant an old fuck, “has a very large, very suspicious boat docked. She’s doing business on it. And is putting quite the effort in making sure I don’t know the nature of it.”
“Wonder what she’s selling.” Gamora held her hand out for the folder so that she could peruse it, and decide just how she was going to approach Ganon’s fuck buddy. She studied the picture with a raised eyebrow. “Not bad.”
“Very easy on the eyes, isn’t she? She’s a delight.” He said that with a pompous smirk. It screamed Yeah, I tapped that. Many times. And on that boat. “She’ll be latched onto my arm during our grand re-opening at the VIP lounge. See, my line of thinking is that she meets someone new. Attractive. And gets a new...client. Of course, this someone new needs to act like she doesn’t work for me, and only knows of me.”
Ganon figured Gamora didn’t need too much explaining what the objective was, and how he expected her to do it.
"I usually go for redheads, but I think I can make this work." She'd have to be dead to not find Isabela attractive, though. Gamora didn't really do relationships and her sex-life was mostly dead. Burned one too many times by both men and women, really, and being really picky on top of it. There were other ways to get her rocks off. Hitting people. Revenge.
“I trust you use your utmost discretion.” It was hard to tell if that was just advice, or a warning, or both. “She’s sharp when she isn’t distracted. So do your best to keep her distracted.” Ganon knew Isabela was already onto him and he was actually alright with that. He was just going to try a different angle with this one.
“She won’t know what hit her.” Gamora gave him a sly grin. She just needed to figure out how to play this for herself. She didn’t really care about the woman so much - she looked like someone who played both sides too closely, and Gamora figured she’d know she was playing risky. After all, so was Gamora. “If she swings that way it’ll be easier.”
“Trust me when I say she’s easy enough already.” Ganon had already seen her pick up random strangers in network threads. Not like it bothered him; he was a little loose with dropping his pants himself, except he didn’t pick from the litter the network was too much. “If she doesn’t go for you, then clearly you did something wrong.” He smirked.
“Good. She’ll go for me, I’ll make sure of it.” Gamora closed the folder and put it on Ganon’s desk. She’d memorized what she’d needed to and didn’t need any more of it.
He knew he’d chosen wisely when giving Gamora this task. There was, of course, always Xelloss, but he pegged Gamora to be more of Isabela’s type. His eyebrow arched at her as he took the folder back. She seemed confident enough in her ability, and that’s exactly what he was looking for. “Thanos did say you wouldn’t disappoint. I look forward to him being right.”
The enforcer stood, rolling her shoulders and then her neck. “If there’s one thing Thanos knows, it’s how to pick them. And he’s never picked wrong.” She started for the door, then paused at it. “At what point do I eliminate her? Or is that left to my discretion?”
Killing Isabela. That’s certainly a thought that has never crossed his mind, despite his line of work. Ganon’s brows actually rose together in thought and he sat back, interlocking his fingers in thought. “We’ll wait. See how it goes. I’m unsure of what her resources are, and if it goes my way, I’ll get the boat, her business, and her on my payroll.” Isabela seemed to be working independently, but that was his assumption. He didn’t get the vibe of any big name financial backers and he hadn’t caught the wind of another big name crimelord he wanted to smash underneath his feet.
So for now, Isabela lived.
Secretly, Gamora was relieved, but she gave him her best predatory smile. “Noted and understood, big guy.” And then she was gone.