A/n: Hello! Should be at least two chapters today, hopefully. Enjoy! ~
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~Chapter 10~
Lovino awoke to the sound of knocking upon the front door. Feliciano probably slept through it, hell he's slept through crazier, and even more dangerous shit. Not even joking. Lovino raised himself off his bed, and sat his pillow aside, taking the picture to the dresser. He trudged to the front door and opened it.
"Hello, Lovino Vargas. It's me, Tony Garcia. I hate to drop in, but I just had a couple more questions to ask you. This should be the last time I bother you. Is it alright to talk in there, or would you prefer to speak over by my car privately?" Lovino was startled by this Tony's surprise visit. Tony gave him chills, and although he wanted to co-operate, he wasn't sure he wanted to trust this man.
"How did you get my address?" Lovino questioned.
"Well, I asked the hospital for your home address, said I had a couple more questions about the incident to ask you. They gave me the address on file, and here I am." Tony said, calmly waiting for Lovino's response. Something about Tony still seemed off. Most of the time Lovino's instincts weren't too far off the mark.
"Ah…I see. Well, we can talk over by your car I guess. I'll just be a moment, Tony." Lovino shut the door and wandered back to his room, pulling on a jacket. He slipped his small black gun into his right pocket just in case. Then he grabbed his pocket knife and slipped it into his left pocket. When he stepped outside, Tony was behind his car with a clipboard out. Lovino hoped he wouldn't take too much of his time.
"Alright, sir. I need honest answers. I'm trying to see if any possible things I'm thinking could be the cause of Antonio's injury. Now are you and Antonio in an intimate relationship; and if so, have you had any recent spars and/ or arguments?" Lovino choked on his own saliva. No. They weren't. Lovino wasn't even sure if he was ready for them to be anything more than dysfunctional friends.
"N-no. We aren't. That bastard's always annoying me, but we have never argued so bad that I would shoot him, thank you very much!" Lovino stammered. Damn, well that was suspicious sounding as hell.
"Okay, next question. The hospital record said you listed your job as high ranking government official, not quite specific enough. Could you possibly elaborate? Do you know if maybe someone is trying to get back at you for something you've done in the past?" Tony asked, but didn't glance up from his clipboard. He hadn't written anything yet.
"Yeah, I'm a support of sorts for the prime minister. He's probably had people after him, but I don't think… I've been involved in anything that could have grudges held against me. I've never dealt with epidemics or anything like that though. Just more helping to get the word out about things and little things the prime minister asks of me." Tony's smile grew unsettlingly wide, and Lovino couldn't see his eyes through his dark shades. Lovino felt the strange, off sensation again. "Could you tell me how these questions help?" Lovino asked, His hand shakily inching towards his knife in his jacket pocket, where his hands had been idly in wait the duration of the conversation.
"Well, I just had to test every possible theory of mine, that's all," Tony said, glancing up from his clipboard, "But I do have to say how disgusted Abrielle would be to see how easily you hide what you are; how easily you lie. We were close the first time, just didn't get right on target, now Mr. Vargas, one more question. Will you get in the car quietly?" Lovino's eyes narrowed, unsure if he had heard Tony right. He had hesitated a moment too long as he tried to pull his knife out of his pocket, but was suddenly on the ground, feeling a twinging pain in his skull. Screams and gunshots, the last things he heard before all there was, was darkness.