The coffee was weak, not nearly strong enough by her standards. Not that it mattered, there were more pressing issues at hand, though she had time. A cigarette was lit beneath the cover of a patio umbrella that served as her only shelter from the softly falling rain outside a quaint café, cold blue eyes gazed into the depths of the mug of sub par coffee.
For now, all she had to do was bide her time. She knew he would come, when it came to matters involving her, he would always come. She wasn't sure why he would, it had been so long, and she had known of his whereabouts for the better part of six month without making a move. Maybe it was because Vicious was now so consumed with overthrowing the Van that there was no better time then present. Maybe it was that she was tired of wondering if there was more to life than this, or if this was as good as it would get. Perhaps it was all of those things teamed with the fact that the perfect messenger had just earlier today fallen right into her lap.
She would be lying if she said she wasn't familiar with the name Faye Valentine. She had done enough digging to know that she was on board that retrofitted fishing vessel bounty hunting along side Spike. However when she picked up some much needed help at that spaceport parking garage, she had no idea that her semi-savior had been none other than Spike's comrade.
After dispatching of Vicious' men, the two had shared a companionable smoke, and her surprise had not been feigned when her mystery companion offered up her name. It was pure shock at the dumb luck of the situation, that things had just gotten so much easier.
She couldn't and if asked wouldn't deny that Faye was quite an attractive woman, in the recesses of her mind she even thought that Spike may have very well thought the same. She briefly wondered if he had slept with her, and was surprised at the small twinge of jealously such thoughts brought.
Faye had proven that she was a good shot, excellent even, and she exuded a confidence that almost did a knock out job of masking a slight bit of insecurity that lay just below the surface. But as they spoke candidly, that weakness was shown just enough for her to know that she was at an advantage. She knew then how to exploit it, and exactly how to get her message to Spike. She would simply become the puppeteer, pulling the strings to get this woman to do what she needed her to.
She held no ill will toward Faye. In fact she was slightly amused and a bit flattered at her suggestion that they partner up, well of course that had been before names were exchanged. She suspected at the point that Faye had a pretty decent idea of who she was making such a suggestion to. She wouldn't doubted if it that was enough to make her change her mind about that offer entirely. Perhaps in another life time it would have been an option the two of them making quick work of, and cashing in on potential bounties. After all she was a nice girl.
When she asked Faye to pass her message along to Spike, with that had come the most minute twinge of guilt. Faye's body language at the mention of Spike's name gave away something that was most likely not meant to be displayed. Call it women's intuition, but she was almost certain that this bounty huntress had feelings for Spike, even if they were slight. Because of that, she knew that she would do exactly what was asked of her.
Any guilt was quickly pushed aside as her own selfish desires and needs took over. It had been far to long, and in all honesty this strangers feelings didn't have a place in her future. Maybe it was cold and uncaring, but it was reality, something she wasn't even sure existed any more.
Leaving the remains of her cup of coffee on the table, and leaving a few bills behind, she pulled her jacket nearer to her body as she headed down the side walk, the rain clinging to her blonde hair. What should be joyous moment, instead weighed her down like lead blanket. She had a meeting with destiny, or whatever one should call it. It was time to end to dream, to make reality of it. She knew Spike would come, and all because of one person. A sad smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she continued down the sidewalk. Thank you Faye.