We Float

Who: Tereska Wasserbach and Bart Allen
When: Wednesday July 7, evening
Where: The Westin, Seattle
What: Tereska does some risk management
Status: Narrative; complete
Warnings: R for described violence and implicit murder.

i. security
Security cameras made it harder. Maybe.

A smile - a rare expression for her - flickered across Tereska's face as she methodically and carefully blanked the security cameras on Bart's floor. Money made an excellent companion to any effort to remove risks, and she'd bought the information that no one monitored the cameras at this hour; active monitoring waited for when there was more traffic in the hallways.

The cameras went off, and she crouched easily, biting through the doorknob and spitting it out into a bag - no sense in leaving DNA behind. She could eat metal, but it didn't do a lot for her.

There wouldn't be a camera in the room. In case, she had another blank-bomblet ready for it, but what they did on the sly in the love hotels wouldn't play on the top floor of the Westin.

The love hotels didn't supply the snuff trade, after all.

( In a way, she's disappointed. )

Who: Tereska Wassenbach and Katherine Athena
What: There's been a death in the family. And someone needs to explain.
When: (forward-dated) July 9, late at night
Where: Katherine's home
Status: Open; in progress

"Do you want a drink?" Katherine said, dispensing with the niceties altogether as Tereska entered the hall. Her voice was an ugly, dead thing, not much more than a husk of the one that had left the message earlier. Tereska's letter was sitting on the table, pinned down by a bottle of Bart's scotch. It was the kind of alcohol Katherine never touched.

The bottle was half-empty. It hadn't all been him.

Her fingernails rattled as she tapped them against her glass, walking back to the table and pouring a very small amount in the bottom. Just enough to color it.