A/N: Zoe means 'life' in Greek and Diablo is 'devil' or something similar in Spanish. Please Review and enjoy, rated for Zoe's 'termination signal'
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The man approached the table, dark eyes watching the restaurant. He hated the place, too many people, too many exiles in one location. And he was only here to see one man.
"Ah, here he is. Diablo, the famous Exile Hunter. What brings you to me?" He said in his French accent, sipping his wine.
"You know why I'm here Merovingian." The dark haired man did not sit, instead making sure that he was taller than the exile, at 5"11 it wasn't hard to tower over the sitting man.
"Well, you know that is impossible. There is no way you can get past my guards." Diablo raises an eyebrow, how stupid this information processor was.
"Your guards don't concern me, they're faulty, obsolete. Just like you." The other man laughed.
"Why are you here? You know you cannot kill me. What is your purpose? What is your 'why'?"
"You use humans to traffic information, my purpose is to stop you doing so because it is no longer acceptable to the Source."
"And what do you plan to do to fulfil your mission?"
"Offer you a trade, you tell me what you want, I'll get it and then you allow me to get put of this place. Either that, or blow up your building, everyone and everything that's in it now."
"Including yourself." Came the incredulous reply. The Hunter smiled humorlessly.
"Including myself"
"Why would you do a thing like that?"
"I can't be permanently deleted. But you can, you're an Exile after all." He shrugged, playing his trump card, sick of the game. The Merovingian became angry.
"That is a good point. We will have to make a deal. There is a woman…" He was jumping to a new thought pattern, it was obvious from his code.
"A woman?"
"A woman, her name is Zoe, you may or may not have heard of her, I do not care. I want her powerless. If you do that then I'll, go with you. If you can pull that off." He sounded like there was no way it was possible, that Diablo couldn't defeat a woman, who was probably more body than brains if the Merovingian was interested in her.
"More information. Why haven't you already made her powerless?" The other man smiled, the Hunter was quick indeed.
"Because she knows me, because is I go near her she may… harm me. I have a new haircut and I do not wish to waste my men's' time with her."
"I wasn't programmed yesterday."
"Ok, so she can easily kill you, that is the catch. But she'll only kill you if she thinks you're a threat." It sounded so simple, yet there was something behind his words, Diablo smiled.
"You're threatened by a woman, this Zoe. I am amused. How do I make her powerless?"
"Ah, that is the fun part, that is something I was always wanted to do. Unfortunately she does not like my cake." Unable to understand the reference Diablo raised an eyebrow again. The other man continued, as though speaking to a child.
"All you need to do, is deflower her."
"Excuse me?" The Spanish looking man rocked slightly back on his heels.
"You know what I am talking about, I'm sure you've done it many times. No, I'm sure you have not had that pleasure before. Such a shame. A word of advice, it so much easier if she trusts you, loves you even."
"Programs don't 'love' unless they're faulty."
"Which I'm sure she is. Maybe in the bedroom as well, that is something you'll find out I'm sure."
"What kind of program has that kind of…"
"Curse?"
"Termination signal. What exactly can she do?"
"Everything you can do and more."
"No one can do more than me." The Merovingian smiled, such arrogance in a new program was to be expected, but he still could not help but laugh.
"As you shall see, she is more than she appears. She'll be at this address, at this time. She is a singer now, quiet a good one, too. Though be careful, she can tell you're a program not a human. And she's excellent at hiding the truth." The man pocketed the slip of paper after glancing t it.
"I'm excellent at finding it out." There was that cocky nature again.
"We shall soon see who is better, the man, or the woman."
"Either way, you're going back to the Source with me."
"We shall see, we shall see. And now I bid you adieu, I have more pressing matters to attend to, too much wine you see, I must take a piss." Cursing himself the Merovingian realized he had missed a perfect opportunity to say his 'cause and effect' speech. He shrugged inwardly, the poor boy would learn soon enough, Zoe never accepted anything from anyone, bar the Oracle. Diablo made his way out of the building, heading for the club his target was supposed to be singing at in a few hours.