A/N: Holy Crapfest these two are killing me.BTW…any of you waiting on JaMoT…it's coming…promises…and I DID NOT beta this…I'm sure it's crap and I've written what I don't want to put in here but all I did was spellcheck this time…Sorry.
Chapter 8
"FUCK" Jason yelled and punched his own face in the mirror.
He stalked out of the room, mirror shattered all over the dresser, his hand bleeding from the mirror pieces protruding from his knuckles.
Entering the living room he found his disheveled former roommate standing in front of the couch crouching with his arms out flashing his FBI badge wildly looking around for signs of trouble.
Jason stopped momentarily on his mission to stare blankly at Spinelli. He wondered if the kid would ever grow up and become a man. He doubted it.
"Stonecold. What was that noise? Did it come from Maximista's room?" Jason turned around when he heard the half normal sentences coming from Spinelli. The only strange words were the nicknames.
Maybe the kid was growing up.
"NO" Jason barked, still upset and too pumped with adrenalin to speak in a normal tone.
"OH, the master leaks his life's blood from his hand, shall the Jackal retrieve supplies of the First Aid kind to tend your wounded digits?"
Well there went that theory. Still completely one hundred percent Spinelli.
"NO" Jason again barked as he stalked toward the hallway and the closed door at the end of it.
Inching closer to Maxie's door he slowed his footsteps and leveled his breathing. He was the one who needed to fix this. Obviously, since Spinelli was on the couch, she had not reversed their forward motion. It was his own stupidity that rendered last nights events between the two null and void.
He heard her high pitched sobs muffled through the doorway. His heart clenched tightly in his chest knowing he was the reason she was crying. If only he had not left last night. Maybe Maxie was going to tell Spinelli that she and Jason were…
Were what?
Admittedly he knew he left because he was jealous. It pained him to admit it but it was true. When he saw Spinelli sitting there, someone who had held Maxie in his arms, someone who knew what it was like to be loved by her, to taste her lips, make love to her, he felt his blood boil. He could not have gone in the house and acted like the evening and their almost kiss didn't happen.
But now it was morning and he had gone and slept with some nameless, faceless, meaningless woman. He hadn't really done it to get back at Maxie. It was more to simply get beyond Maxie and his years long celibacy. He thought it was the best way to…
Truth be told, he could not even justify it to himself. He just went out with the sole purpose of getting drunk and getting laid. And he had succeeded in both
Now, in the light of day, with the realization that what he thought was happening at his own house hadn't and hearing Maxie's cries through the door, Jason could barely hold himself upright. His head was pounding and though he knew the aspirin would help alleviate some of it, mostly it was pounding with regret.
Regret for his actions and regret for the blame he took on all to himself for the reason the woman on the other side of the door was in pain.
"Maxie?" he softly said her name while lightly knocking on the door.
"GO AWAY!" Came the response from the other side.
Checking the door he found it to be unlocked and turned the knob and moved into the room. He saw her petite frame shaking with her cries as she was face first crying into her pillow. He looked around the room and was caught off guard by what he saw.
Her room, the largest in the house was tastefully decorated in soft green hues. Her king sized poster bed had a canopy of sheer material draped over and around the tops of the posts then hung long down each carved mahogany pole. A ceiling fan slowly turned above the material causing it to billow and flutter as if a soft summer's breeze were coming in.
Everything was in its place and on the walls hung artwork of sunsets and beach scenes. She had an overstuffed chair near the window to the back yard with a small table beside it. The table's lamp was on and he could see some magazines and a small tan book, maybe a diary. The other window that faced the street was shelved with small plants with tiny flowers. On her dresser were so many glass perfume bottles of varying shapes and sizes. Her mirror lined with snapshots.
Looking closer at the snapshots Jason's eyes widened. Surrounding the entire edge of her dresser mirror were snapshots of different events since they moved to Largo. All of the pictures were of him, the boys, Hannah, Billy and her.
One in particular caught his eye.
He remember the day so well. He and Billy had picked up Hannah and the boys and they all went to the beach near Maxie's shop. He had both boys in the water with Cameron on his shoulders and Jake in his arms. Big bright smiles beaming from all three faces. In fact, he remembered that exact moment because that's when Jake shouted Maxie's name and started squealing to be let down to run to her. Except Jason couldn't let him down because he was standing in waist deep water and Jake was just learning to swim. He slowly trudged up to the shoreline watching Maxie walk toward them with her skirt gripped in one hand and her shoes dangling from the other.
He didn't remember Maxie having a camera that day. Yet just below it was the same day when he was teaching Cameron to body surf the waves in to the shore. Maybe Hannah had a camera and Jason hadn't noticed. Hannah often had her camera because she was just as enthusiastic about photography as her grandfather.
He smiled briefly, reaching up to finger the pictures. That was a fun day and they had many more summer days like that.
Maxie drew him from his memories when she screamed, "I SAID GO AWAY!"
Jason turned to see her sitting up, eyes rimmed red from her tears. He moved toward her but she tossed a pillow at him yelling for him to get out of her room. He caught the pillow and slowly kept moving forward toward her.
"Maxie, please…let me…"
"What? Explain?" she spit out in a biting tone. "I don't need an explanation Jason. I know exactly what happened."
"But…" But what? He wondered. There really was no reply that could come after 'but'. At least not one that didn't make him look like the ass that he was. So he changed tactics. "Maxie I'm sorry."
"No you aren't." she almost whispered and stood from the bed, trembling. "You aren't sorry and…I guess…"
She trailed off, biting her upper lip and turning to look out the window as Jason watched the tears well back up in her eyes.
"You guess what?" he asked as he moved again toward her. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and when he opened them, they would be on the dance floor at the Cove Cay Country Club, Maxie safely encased in his arms.
"Nothing." She closed her eyes and lowered her chin to her chest. "It doesn't matter now."
"It does matter." He spoke so softly, pleading for her to understand. "It matters to me…You…I wish I could..."
She cut him off, "You can't. And it doesn't change anything anyway. I don't know what I was thinking."
He sat down on the edge of her bed. "You were thinking that maybe last night we…"
"Last night you finally got laid. You needed it. I get it." She half sobbed cutting off his words. She didn't want to hear them.
Deciding he didn't want to address that particular part of the evening just yet he changed tactics. "I like your room. You know, I don't think I've ever really been in here since we moved in."
He looked around the room again. "When did you get the shelves lining your ceiling? Are those?..."
He stood and moved to look closely at the boxes.
"Barbies. Dale hung the shelves for me." She said looking up at the line of Barbie Dolls. "I have every Holiday Collection Barbie since I was born. Every year. I have twenty five of them….well, no…I have twenty two. I don't have the last three years."
"Why not?" he asked, ashamed to realize that he never cared enough to know that she even collected the iconic dolls.
"Georgie" she shakily answered and then started crying again, tears flowing freely.
"Georgie?"
"Yeah, my Mom started the tradition but then when she left…" Maxie swiped at her tears and looked up. "You see that one?"
She was pointing at a Barbie doll with a red dress that looked like Santa's coat with the white fur trim. When Jason nodded his head as his eyes traveled up to where she was pointing, "That one came in the mail to Georgie the day of her funeral."
"Georgie kept up the tradition." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Jason knew the younger Jones girl well enough to know that it was just like Georgie. She was always the more mature one. The one who took care of and defended Maxie to others.
He noticed her staring at the doll, lips quivering. He resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and cradle her. Anything to help her escape the pain she was going through. She had lost just as much if not more than he had over the past three years. She had lost family that she loved, living or dead because of something that she was never supposed to be a part of. Even though she lost Georgie to the Test Message Killer, is was because Diego was out for revenge against Jason. And then with the Russians, she was just really in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were again targeting the rival organization that Jason headed. In the process, Maxie had to go with him on the run and lost her Uncle and cousin. The only two left.
Jason had lost just as much, Elizabeth, Emily, Alan…even Carly, Monica and truth be told…Sam but he was culpable for the loss. He knew that as sure as he knew he would never be able to pay a true retribution for all of his crimes against the innocent people of Port Charles.
He turned away from Maxie, looking around the room again and seeing dozens of framed pictures on her mahogany and glass entertainment unit that housed her television, stereo and books and knick knacks. She had a small collection of Precious Moments figurines on the shelf above the DVD player with a picture of Georgie in the middle of them. Then her books all shelved on the left side of the unit truly surprised him. Books on history. Different countries and time periods. Everything from the sixteenth century to the present.
He moved over to look more closely and was surprised again. She had pictures of her and Georgie, her and Mac, her and Spinelli. Pictures from growing up, Georgie and Mac, She and Georgie with Robin when they were about eight and ten, he guessed. They were in their pajamas and Robin was dressed up for the Nurses Ball. That was the year he carried Robin off the stage.
There was a picture of Maxie and Hannah. They were sitting on the Watson's swing with their arms around each other. Another one of her with Lulu and Spinelli at the Crimson offices. Then there were pictures of her and the boys that she had enlarged and put into big frames. The most shocking was a picture he did remember taking. It was the boy's birthday party. Maxie was sitting in the chair next to Jason and Jake was on her lap. Cameron had just opened one of his presents and Jason had his arm draped over the back of Maxie's chair. All four were focused on the history of trains that Cameron now insisted they read some of every night. All four faces happy and smiling focusing in on the book. Dale would have taken that picture. She had it blown up and in an eight by ten frame, matted and displayed directly in the center of all the other pictures.
Then the picture that caught his attention the most. In a tiny frame toward the back, there was a picture of Elizabeth holding Jake. Standing right beside her was Maxie and Cooper Barrett was in the background. He could tell it was at General Hospital and neither women were looking at the camera or each other. Elizabeth was looking off beyond the camera and Maxie was looking down at Jake.
"How?" he started to ask not finishing the sentence as he picked up the picture and studied it.
"Spinelli pulled it off of a security monitor at GH and touched it up with photoshop so it looked like it was a real photograph taken. He said it would help with our story that I was her half sister. Hannah saw it and commented that we looked alike. Isn't that stupid?"
He was barely listening to her so lost in memories of his own around that time. Jake would have been around two months old. Jason was probably already in jail at the time. But even in his haze he did hear what she said. Focusing on the picture he murmured, "You're both so beautiful."
He sat down on the bed again, picture in hand and stared down at the picture.
"JASON YOUR HAND!"
His head snapped up. Then he looked down at his hand and the smear of blood across her antique lace duvet. He immediately pulled his hand up but it was already too late. He had ruined her bedspread.
Maxie immediately ran to the adjoining bathroom and came out with a seafoam green hand towel. She pulled his hand toward her and wrapped it in the towel. Jason sucked in air through his teeth as her actions further pushed the broken glass into his knuckles.
"I'm sorry." She said softly as she loosened her grip and gently opened the towel to see small shards of mirrored glass protruding. She immediately reached behind her to her dresser to grab her tweezers. Slowly she pulled the pieces of glass from his hand and placed them in the towel.
Jason watched her work meticulously on his hand, blowing on the cut once the shard was removed. He couldn't believe how caring and careful she was being with him. As she held his hand in hers and worked, he studied her face.
She was enchanting. Even with no sleep, no makeup and sad eyes she was perfect.
Jason's other hand lifted to cup her cheek on its own accord. He gently tugged and she lifted her chin to look up at him. Their eyes connected and he saw it. Just a flashing sparkle but it was just for him. Compassion, caring and love filled his senses with that one look.
His body and desires took over, his brain giving in to his senses and he slowly moved closer. His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck and tugged her closer to him as he bent down.
Briefly, all too briefly, their lips barely touched. An electrical sensation jolted through him at her breath fanning his lips and the barest fist touch of his lips to hers. Jason wanted this. He wanted her. His body, his heart, his mind needed her.
As his lips pressed against her softened pink pouty flesh, he was struck so hard on the side of the face that his ears were literally ringing.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Maxie seethed as she stepped away from him and dropped his hand and the towel.
"Maxie…"
"No, you don't get to do this. You don't get to explain or apologize or whatever it is you are even thinking in that thick skull." Her back was against the wall now. The sparkle he'd seen just seconds ago had faded and in its place was rage. "And you DAMN SURE don't get to…"
She motioned between them, not wanting to put into words what had just nearly transpired.
"Please" he pleaded but it was useless.
He hung his head and bent to pick up the towel on the floor. He didn't know what to say but even if he did, she wouldn't let him say it. Yet knowing his efforts were futile, he could not move from the spot he was in.
Then he felt it. Her hands wrapping around his bicep. The blonde, blue eyed pixie tugging him with all of her one hundred and five pound might. In his head he considered standing his ground. She couldn't move him if he didn't want to move. But as quickly as that thought hit him, it vanished. He looked up and saw the tears mixed with the fury in her eyes.
He was hurting her and she needed time. He, more than anyone, understood that concept.
He muttered an apology and went to move for the door when he noticed Spinelli heading toward the room. He'd completely forgotten about the kid. Spinelli had the first aid kit in his hands and had a look of concern on his face.
"I brought the first aid..." He stopped talking when he noticed Maxie fuming behind Jason. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes...this baboon just got blood all over my bedspread."
Jason looked back at Maxie and she quirked her eyebrow at him huffing through her nostrils with tightly closed lips. Everything that had happened between the two of them over the past twenty four hours, hell two plus years and her biggest issue is that he got blood on her bedspread?
"I think Stonecold's injuries far exceed in importance above abnormally high thread count bedding."
"If he hadn't come in here to wake me up and tell me I have to...to...go get the kids" She looked over at Jason who was staring, mouth agape, at the blonde "YOUR kids by the way...He would have never gotten his blood all over my bedspread. And it's not an abnormal thread count. It's silk..."
"You have to go get Cameron and Jake at six o'clock in the morning?" Spinelli asked looking back and forth between the two roommates.
"Spinelli..." she squealed raising her voice another octave. "You're missing the point. He interrupted my beauty sleep. You know I cannot function if I don't get at least six hours of sleep."
Jason, hearing her lie to Spinelli about the boys, took the kit from the younger man's hands and started to walk out. They could work this out by themselves. She was obviously covering with Spinelli because she didn't want him to know what was really going on between him and Maxie. However, even armed with that knowledge and for once agreeing with his roommate, he was not going to begin lying to his friend even if the truth would most likely devastate him.
But the next thing he heard caused him to take root and turn to see Maxie's reaction.
"But Maximista, you went to bed not long after you got home. Regrettably without me because of your proclamation of your building amorous affections for another man. You said you were tired and wanted to go call him." Spinelli shifted uncomfortably at the information he had just uttered. He swayed back and forth brushing his hair out of his face.
Jason stared at Maxie. She had admitted to Spinelli that she was falling in love with someone else. Had she told Spinelli it was him? Was what she told Spinelli the truth last night or was it simply to get out of sleeping with a man who had idolized her for over three years now.
Jason moved toward Maxie, unable to control the overwhelming feelings that surged through him. Maxie saw his advance and stepped back further into her room away from him. Spinelli stood confused and heartbroken in between the two.
"I'm…Both of you get out of my room so I can get dressed and go get the kids." She stammered as she shoved at Spinelli. "Bandage your Master's hand and go online and order me another quilt just like this one. You'll find it online at Neiman Marcus. And put it on JASON'S credit card. He ruined it, he can pay to replace it."
Her shrill voice and 'Its all about me' attitude was like splashing water in Jason's face. He tugged at the first aid box in Spinelli's hand and growled. "Come on Spinelli, let the spoiled Princess here do whatever…But Maxie," he stopped and pointed a long digit at her, "Don't go waking up the kids for some ridiculous reason that none of us understands. They're fine where they are."
"No" she shook her head smacking his finger away from her face. Spinelli had already moved past Jason toward the hallway. "I told Hannah I would come get the boys as soon as I woke up. I know Jake is already awake and Cam's not far behind if he's not up already. I'm going to go get the boys. Now GET OUT OF MY ROOM! AND GO TAKE A SHOWER, YOU SMELL LIKE SOME WHORES CHEAP PERFUME."
And there it was. The elephant that Jason had forgotten was in the room. She knew he has slept with another woman the night before. And she was upset. Hurt even.
He knew that he had done so because of her. Well, he slept with the woman because when he got home with Maxie, she flew into the arms of another man. A man he knew held her heart. Not in the way she held Spinelli's but still…maybe she knew it too. Maybe she knew that what could have happened when they got home from the wedding didn't because Spinelli was there. Maybe that was why she told Spinelli she was falling in love with someone else.
He knew she hadn't told him who that someone else was because of the way Spinelli was still speaking to him. One thing he learned way back when Spinelli punched Logan Hayes in the face for sleeping with Lulu Spencer, Spinelli had some deep down well hidden bravery when it came to usurping his object of affections. He didn't think he was immune to the wrath, however imaginable it was in Spinelli's mind, were he to know that Maxie were attracted to him.
There were so many questions. So many unspoken words between him and Maxie.
And that elephant…Well he would go wash that off right now.
He made a quick nod of his head to Maxie, understanding exactly what she was saying to him. He'd even tried to kiss her without even having washed off the evidence of the cheap, meaningless sex he'd had the night before.
He was an ass. An ass with a lot of apologizing and making up to do.
He brushed past Spinelli through the hallway and toward his room. He didn't think he could get clean fast enough.
Spinelli stood in the hallway for a long time looking back and forth between the closed bedroom door of the Fair Maximista and the closed bedroom door of his Master, Stonecold. Something was going on between the two of them and he had no idea what it was but the clear, tiny handprint on the side of Jason's face that he would bet money perfectly matched the Fair Maximista's face was a clear indication that something was wrong between the two of them. And the regrettably unreturned love of his life's comment about washing off the smell of a cheap whore's perfume was something Maxie would never even care about. Sure she would comment on it but normally only in the presence of said cheap whore.
Unless…
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"Hey" Jason said as he tugged down his white cotton t-shirt down over his well defined abs.
He moved into the living room from his bedroom toward Spinelli who was hacking away on his laptop.
"Greetings." Spinelli announced and Jason smiled at the familiar sentiment his former roommate used to give him each time he stepped into Penthouse Two at 122 Harbor View Drive in Port Charles New York. "Does Stonecold feel better after his rejuvenating shower?"
"Yeah…hey listen, I'm sorry I took off on you last night. How long are you in town?" Jason asked jugging at his jeans and sitting down beside Spinelli only to see Spinelli online actually shopping for the requested bedspread at Neiman Marcus.
"Uh…regrettably only for a few more hours. Agent Raynor is a slave driver and does not allow the Jackal personal time like Stonecold used to. Twillight was on DVD before I had a chance to screen it and StoneCold is well aware of how much adore Bella Swan."
Jason nodded his head remembering all the posters on Spinelli's wall in his room. The first Twilight movie having just hit theaters a few months before they all had to leave Port Charles. "Number two right?"
"No, the master is mistaken. Number two, New Moon came out last fall. I'm talking about Eclipse, the one that came out this summer."
"Oh...haven't seen it." Jason murmured. "What are you doing there?"
Jason motioned toward the laptop.
"I'm ordering the Fair Maximista's new bed covers. I took the chance that she would not fault the Jackal and went into her room to find out what was necessary. I shall put it on the credit card you always tell me to put the other stuff on."
Jason nodded his head. Not long after Spinelli had left when they first moved in Jason contacted him to move any charges Maxie was charging to Spinelli's personal accounts onto one of his own. He could not see the younger man having to afford Maxie's three hundred dollar mud baths and such. He had more money than he'd ever spend in this lifetime and Maxie was helping him with his boys so he felt he should pay for her extra curricular activities. Besides, he already paid for everything else.
"Jason can I ask you something?" Jason was taken aback by the change in Spinelli's verbal communications and suddenly was a little intimidated by what came next.
"Uh..sure Spinelli. What's up?" he shifted on the couch and looked at his protégé.
"Are you and Maxie okay?" Spinelli stopped tapping away on the computer and turned to look directly in Jason's eyes.
Sighing Jason rubbed his hand across his face trying to give him more time to come up with an answer. Jason wasn't one to lie. He preferred to plead the fifth in many circumstances but this warranted a reply. Spinelli deserved one.
"No Spinelli, we're not." He muttered ashamed of the fact that for once, in all the years he and Maxie were 'not okay' this was entirely his fault.
"I noticed the handprint on your face and it struck me odd that…that…that you took off the way you did last night. I rather hoped that seeing me, your Grasshopper would have elated your senses for something familiar but alas your date was awaiting."
"My date?" Jason asked curiously. He was also curious why Spinelli had been having bouts of clarity in his speech but he'd wait to ask that at another time.
"Why yes, Maximista mentioned another woman or rather that you smelled of her scent. I must apologize for my friend, she is so callous and upper crusted. Even the sweetest of perfumes would be considered cheap by the Fair Maximista. I know by purchase that her own rapturing scent that she wears is four hundred dollars a bottle. Yet inarguably calling your female companion a name such as she did was uncalled for. Do you not agree?"
And there was the old Spinelli. He would have to think a few moments to figure out exactly what he had just said. Silence was not uncommon between Jason and Spinelli over the years and it was usually from Jason's end.
"Spinelli…no Maxie should not have called…ah…Jenny" Jason scratched at his eyebrow, horrified that he honestly didn't know the woman's name he remember sucking him off at two thirty in the morning. "Yeah Jenny a whore but then that's just Maxie. And I probably do smell of her perfume…or well did at the time. Maxie's mad at me and because of that Maxie is doing what she always does, she's lashing out and becoming destructive. But you don't need to worry about it. I'll handle it and I'll make sure she's okay."
"Do you promise?" Spinelli looked to his mentor with sad eyes. "I knew loving Maxie would cause me to end up here. I knew she didn't ever love me like I love her. I hoped, pray tell I prayed that someday she would wake up and magically she would want to spend her life fully devoted to me. Isn't that stupid?"
"It's not stupid Spinelli. It's human. The only problem is that you're in Washington and Maxie's here." Jason offered.
"Yeah and there's no way the agency will ever let me work in this town. They already warned me. Their fear is that you and I will team up again. I told them that you were completely legit but…they are untrusting of the Grasshopper and his Master's formidable team. Since we were able to abscond with the evidence they had in their possession so that we could not be tried, convicted and jailed for our crimes they were aware of, they are rather displeased with us.
"Yeah well they got what they wanted anyway. Since they couldn't beat us, they wanted us to join them. They got you and got me out of the business. That's a win in their book." Jason responded laughing a bit at the memory of the look on Agent Raynors face as he, Diane and Spinelli stood there listening as the under agent told his boss that all of the evidence, even the back up was gone.
"Those were good times indeed." Spinelli laughed but then turned to Jason and his expression turned serious. "Anyway, just promise me…I know she's a lot to handle and she's most destructive on herself and the people trying to keep her from hurting herself but deep down she's just a lost soul in the universe looking for someone who can love her unconditionally. Unfortunately, as she told me last night, I'll never be that someone. But the person she does have feelings for…Jason…Promise me you'll make sure he respects here and…and…and doesn't hurt her. She deserves happiness too."
As hard as it was, Jason nodded his head and muttered, "I promise."
"And don't let her become destructive in your path to finding your own happiness. She did it when she thought that Winnifred was competition. She's ruthless when she feels threatened and even though she probably never tells you, she's come to rely on you as a friend. She tells me all the time how considerate you are toward her and how you two have become each others essential person. I was that for her once. It can be the most empowering thing in the world to be Maxie's essential person but it can also drive you mad. She's like a tornado…well…I don't guess I have to tell you that. Just…don't let her usurp your quest for happiness because you deserve love too."
Jason sat back and listened to Spinelli. He was right, he had become Maxie's essential person just like she had become his without either of them even realizing it.
Just then the door swung open and a brown streak of curls flew past Jason's knees and launched at his friend.
"SPINELLI!" Cameron yelled and Jake followed suit yelling the same and leaping into the young man's arms the same.
Jason stood, smiling at the scene before him. Both of his boys adored Damien Spinelli and the feeling was completely mutual. He looked to the door as Maxie walked in, two backpacks in tow. He reached for them and she handed them off happily. His smile faded as he noticed her eyes were again red rimmed as if she'd been crying.
It made sense. She had gone to Billy and Hannah's not just to get the boys but to talk to her girlfriend. About what an ass Jason had been.
Jason put down the two back packs in the chair at the breakfast bar and moved to stand next to Maxie. She had a smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes but was better than the scowl it had replaced moments ago. She was watching Jake and Cameron and Spinelli all wrestle around on the couch.
"When Spinelli leaves we'll talk okay…I'm really sorry." Jason whispered and felt the coldness and the loss when she tensed at his words.
She turned and looked directly into Jason's eyes. "Fuck you!" she growled with such intensity. The three on the couch didn't hear her but as she walked down the hall toward her bedroom, he knew that this was only the beginning of the war that would rage between them in the weeks to come.
