The Universe's Mixer

...someone call the ambulance,
there's gonna be an accident...
I'm coming up on infrared,
there is nobody who can hide you
'cause I can see in the dark...

She sort of knew she shouldn't have taken the job.

It should've been enough, the torture at Hannibal's hands, the loss of Handler, all of it. Finding Dean and a new vocation should've been enough. River Tam killing her should've been enough.

But money was money.

The number she'd said had been huge for a reason; Aeon didn't think The Suit would fork that over. But he had. And now she had a new mark.

He wasn't a hard man to track.

For starters, he was... well, huge. And strange. And he had power. Aeon knew that. If he didn't have power, no one would want him killed.

She'd followed him for a day, and she knew, by rote, where he went and when he went there. She knew everything.

It was her job to know.

She leaned back against the wall and shut her eyes as he walked past, this time, armed to the teeth but pretty sure she did not need to be for this assignment.

This might be far too easy.

Aeon was standing behind him, utterly immobile and soundless.

The man, the mark sat on the bench in front of her, calmly and placidly.

His name was John Coffey.

And Aeon Flux had been handed quite the wad of cash to erase him from The City. She didn't know why, and she didn't much care, either.

Look where questions had gotten her last time.

She tilted her head, thoughtfully, as though contemplating the best way to pursue this... this ending of a life. She was soundless, and with her left hand, she slid the safety off the gun that she probably would not need.

Karen Walker was goddamn adorable. Anyone who didn't think so was insane.

Lestat stood behind a clothes rack, and he was very painfully aware of what he looked like under the flourescent lights. They made even live people look dead. His eyes hid behind violet-lensed glasses, and he was dressed relatively tamely, all things considered.

The City Galleria was full of shops, and those shops (all indoors, bless whatever god you would) included a Brooks Brothers.

It was marginally like being in New York City, for a few seconds.

And Karen was here. He knew it immediately. And leaving that store, he proceeded directly to where she was and followed her progress, hiding behind racks and other shoppers until he decided to make his presence known. With the raise of an eyebrow, Lestat smiled at her now and waved.