"Yeah one hot dog with ketchup please." Pratt had wandered off to find
himself in a nice, relatively calm park. This whole situation was getting
to him. For years now he had worked for Kenneth Irons, along side his own
father, until he had been killed on a mission. He knew the rumors that
surrounded Ian. That Iron's had created him in some freakish way like a
frankenstine, and raised him like a monk, only to learn religiously what
Irons wanted him to know. None on the team had ever gotten to know Ian
Nottingham. He was not to mingle with anyone, either by choice or by order.
He was a darkly intense and silent man.
"Here you go pal, that'll be one fifty." The vender handed over the order, nudging the young man.
"Oh, yeah, thanks. Here, keep the change." He handed over a five, then walked into the park to think.
It had started out overcast, but the sun had soon burned the clouds away. It really was turning into a nice day. Pratt took a seat on a bench and took a bite of his lunch. After a moment he pulled a cell phone from his coat jacket and flipped it open, "Call Dragomir..." He had removed the listening device that allowed him to hear the conversation of Ian and Pezzini, from his ear and had it safely tucked away in his pocket, now he affixed the head set for his cell and waited patiently for his call to be put through.
"Ash here." The familiar Romanian accent filled Nicholas's ear and he sighed, slouching down again before speaking. "Yeah, Ash it's me. Listen. I need to talk to you, It's about Nottingham."
"Really? We were just talking about the same thing not to long ago, what's up?" Ash shifted in his chair. They were on lunch break now.
"He didn't turn against Iron's like everyone thinks he has, he lost his memory in that fall...I don't feel right about this anymore, man. You should have seen him earlier. His memories are coming back and they're none too pleasant..." Irons had given Ash and his team strict orders not to look at the Intel they had brought back. Only himself and Irons knew what was really going on.
"Amnesia?... No wonder he didn't want that getting out, if anyone knew about it, and got a hold of him, they could turn Ian against him in a heartbeat, all they'd have to do is play the caring sensitive type, get him to trust them..." Ash nodded softly to himself. This was news. All this time everyone had been so sure Ian had turned against Irons.
"I stopped tailing them. I couldn't do it. He's hurting, the things he's remembering..." Pratt shook his head. How could anyone have grown up with a man like that for his father? "I'm out man, I quit. I don't care what Irons does to me, I don't care how he threatens me... I'm going to tell them what he's been up to. Irons is a bastard and I can't do this job anymore..."
Ash was silent for a moment. "...I don't blame you...Listen..." He looked around as if afraid Irons could hear them speaking over their privet cell phone lines. "Meet us later tonight, we're all going out for dinner and movie. You deserve it. We can talk more later."
Pratt nodded silently, thinking it over then spoke, "Yeah, yeah all right, I'll be over at your place after I deliver a message. I'll see you then." Slowly he closed his phone, blinking softly. He was a bit numb and uncertain as to what he had just done. He knew what happened to those who turned against Irons, what happened to those who quit on him. He rubbed his face again then leaned back on the bench and stared up at the tree leaves, "I need a cigarette..."
"Soo...Nottingham, how ya been? Think you're ready to give your statement on what happened?" Jake arched his brows as he took a bite of his sandwich. He knew Pezz was up to something. She hadn't been by the percent since finding out about what had happened, and unless it had slipped her mind, they both still had to be questioned as to what had gone down that night. Ian had to be brought in.
Ian was about to respond after he finished the bite of his double bacon cheese burger, but was cut short when Sara chimed in. "Jake! I'm on my day off, ok? Can't we just have one day without talking work for once?" Sternly she spoke, eyeing McCarty, then grabbed up a fry and bit it in half rather aggressively.
Jake blinked. He didn't understand what the hell was going on. Gabe had almost choked, and Pezz had just about jumped down this throat for asking a simple question. With a sigh he sank back into his seat, pouting and mopping but decided to drop it.
"How about a movie? And afterwards..." Gabe spoke up trying to lighten the mood. "Shopping." Ian spoke from his corner, nodding his head. "I would like to go shopping after the movie. Get some cloths, and a few other things."
Sara blinked, but with a shrug agreed, "Okaaay..." She was just glad someone had brought something else up other then work. And as far as she was concerned, they could drive out to the sticks and go cow tipping, so long as it kept Jake off her ass about her duty.
"All right, I'm game!" Grinning the blonde broke out his cell phone and dialed a few numbers.
"Okay, we got, Harry Potter...Yeah right....Gangs of New York....The Hot Chick??" Jake pulled his phone away and looked at then put it back to his ear, "Die Another Day, Ouuu The Ring! That movie looks awesome.... Star Trek Nemesis.....and The Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers."
"Harry Potter is out before you even said his last name... Gangs is bloody, seen it, Hot Chick? Looks stupid." Gabe put in his two cents and looked around to the others, finishing off his jo jo potatoes.
"Not into kiddy films, don't like DiCaprio, not even going to consider Hot Chick...." Pezz rolled off her list then looked to Ian to see what he was going to say.
"Well, I have no idea about any of the movies listed so far, I seem to remember having a fondness for..." He trailed off ,thinking hard. "Horror movies. Old classics. I think Sci fi, Star wars? What is Star wars?" He shrugged to himself, remembering random things. "Oh yes, Star wars is what Boba Fett comes from..."
"So we have it narrowed down to The Ring and Lord of the Rings? Then?" Jake looked around, using his phone as a pointer.
"Looks like it, I vote for Lord of the Rings. Not in the mood for creepy." Gabe smiled, chuckling at Ian as he sat, still trying to figure out what Star Wars was.
"Hmm, creepy little girl and a ring? Or creepy orcs and a ring? Gee the selection...." Pezz chuckled and reached over the table, pointing at the rest of Nottingham's milkshake, "I can I have some of that?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, help yourself." He passed over his shake with a smile then looked to Jake. "I vote for Lord of the Rings. I think I use to like those books, they are books right?" Jake chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, Ian, they're books. Pezz? Lord of The Rings?"
"Hell, why not? Saw the first one with Concubar, wasn't that bad, might as well see the second." She grinned and drank down half of what was left of the strawberry milkshake.
"Okay, Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers..." Jake hit a series of buttons on the phone and waited. "...We got, noon, 2:30, 3:45, 5:50, and 6:30..."
"Well, its 2:45 now, so the 3:45 showing? Its at the main theater near my place right, Jake?" Pezz checked her watch, they'd have plenty of time to finish up here and make it to the show.
"Okay, 3:45 it is then." Jake closed his phone with a grin and looked around at the others, popping one of the last fries into his mouth.
"Hey, who invited you along anyway?" Sara suddenly sat up, arching a brow at Jake in question.
"Hey! Come on!...We never hang out!... It's my day off too!" Jake pouted, looking around the little group for any back up. He only realaxed when Sara smiled at him with a chuckle.
"Here you go pal, that'll be one fifty." The vender handed over the order, nudging the young man.
"Oh, yeah, thanks. Here, keep the change." He handed over a five, then walked into the park to think.
It had started out overcast, but the sun had soon burned the clouds away. It really was turning into a nice day. Pratt took a seat on a bench and took a bite of his lunch. After a moment he pulled a cell phone from his coat jacket and flipped it open, "Call Dragomir..." He had removed the listening device that allowed him to hear the conversation of Ian and Pezzini, from his ear and had it safely tucked away in his pocket, now he affixed the head set for his cell and waited patiently for his call to be put through.
"Ash here." The familiar Romanian accent filled Nicholas's ear and he sighed, slouching down again before speaking. "Yeah, Ash it's me. Listen. I need to talk to you, It's about Nottingham."
"Really? We were just talking about the same thing not to long ago, what's up?" Ash shifted in his chair. They were on lunch break now.
"He didn't turn against Iron's like everyone thinks he has, he lost his memory in that fall...I don't feel right about this anymore, man. You should have seen him earlier. His memories are coming back and they're none too pleasant..." Irons had given Ash and his team strict orders not to look at the Intel they had brought back. Only himself and Irons knew what was really going on.
"Amnesia?... No wonder he didn't want that getting out, if anyone knew about it, and got a hold of him, they could turn Ian against him in a heartbeat, all they'd have to do is play the caring sensitive type, get him to trust them..." Ash nodded softly to himself. This was news. All this time everyone had been so sure Ian had turned against Irons.
"I stopped tailing them. I couldn't do it. He's hurting, the things he's remembering..." Pratt shook his head. How could anyone have grown up with a man like that for his father? "I'm out man, I quit. I don't care what Irons does to me, I don't care how he threatens me... I'm going to tell them what he's been up to. Irons is a bastard and I can't do this job anymore..."
Ash was silent for a moment. "...I don't blame you...Listen..." He looked around as if afraid Irons could hear them speaking over their privet cell phone lines. "Meet us later tonight, we're all going out for dinner and movie. You deserve it. We can talk more later."
Pratt nodded silently, thinking it over then spoke, "Yeah, yeah all right, I'll be over at your place after I deliver a message. I'll see you then." Slowly he closed his phone, blinking softly. He was a bit numb and uncertain as to what he had just done. He knew what happened to those who turned against Irons, what happened to those who quit on him. He rubbed his face again then leaned back on the bench and stared up at the tree leaves, "I need a cigarette..."
"Soo...Nottingham, how ya been? Think you're ready to give your statement on what happened?" Jake arched his brows as he took a bite of his sandwich. He knew Pezz was up to something. She hadn't been by the percent since finding out about what had happened, and unless it had slipped her mind, they both still had to be questioned as to what had gone down that night. Ian had to be brought in.
Ian was about to respond after he finished the bite of his double bacon cheese burger, but was cut short when Sara chimed in. "Jake! I'm on my day off, ok? Can't we just have one day without talking work for once?" Sternly she spoke, eyeing McCarty, then grabbed up a fry and bit it in half rather aggressively.
Jake blinked. He didn't understand what the hell was going on. Gabe had almost choked, and Pezz had just about jumped down this throat for asking a simple question. With a sigh he sank back into his seat, pouting and mopping but decided to drop it.
"How about a movie? And afterwards..." Gabe spoke up trying to lighten the mood. "Shopping." Ian spoke from his corner, nodding his head. "I would like to go shopping after the movie. Get some cloths, and a few other things."
Sara blinked, but with a shrug agreed, "Okaaay..." She was just glad someone had brought something else up other then work. And as far as she was concerned, they could drive out to the sticks and go cow tipping, so long as it kept Jake off her ass about her duty.
"All right, I'm game!" Grinning the blonde broke out his cell phone and dialed a few numbers.
"Okay, we got, Harry Potter...Yeah right....Gangs of New York....The Hot Chick??" Jake pulled his phone away and looked at then put it back to his ear, "Die Another Day, Ouuu The Ring! That movie looks awesome.... Star Trek Nemesis.....and The Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers."
"Harry Potter is out before you even said his last name... Gangs is bloody, seen it, Hot Chick? Looks stupid." Gabe put in his two cents and looked around to the others, finishing off his jo jo potatoes.
"Not into kiddy films, don't like DiCaprio, not even going to consider Hot Chick...." Pezz rolled off her list then looked to Ian to see what he was going to say.
"Well, I have no idea about any of the movies listed so far, I seem to remember having a fondness for..." He trailed off ,thinking hard. "Horror movies. Old classics. I think Sci fi, Star wars? What is Star wars?" He shrugged to himself, remembering random things. "Oh yes, Star wars is what Boba Fett comes from..."
"So we have it narrowed down to The Ring and Lord of the Rings? Then?" Jake looked around, using his phone as a pointer.
"Looks like it, I vote for Lord of the Rings. Not in the mood for creepy." Gabe smiled, chuckling at Ian as he sat, still trying to figure out what Star Wars was.
"Hmm, creepy little girl and a ring? Or creepy orcs and a ring? Gee the selection...." Pezz chuckled and reached over the table, pointing at the rest of Nottingham's milkshake, "I can I have some of that?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, help yourself." He passed over his shake with a smile then looked to Jake. "I vote for Lord of the Rings. I think I use to like those books, they are books right?" Jake chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, Ian, they're books. Pezz? Lord of The Rings?"
"Hell, why not? Saw the first one with Concubar, wasn't that bad, might as well see the second." She grinned and drank down half of what was left of the strawberry milkshake.
"Okay, Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers..." Jake hit a series of buttons on the phone and waited. "...We got, noon, 2:30, 3:45, 5:50, and 6:30..."
"Well, its 2:45 now, so the 3:45 showing? Its at the main theater near my place right, Jake?" Pezz checked her watch, they'd have plenty of time to finish up here and make it to the show.
"Okay, 3:45 it is then." Jake closed his phone with a grin and looked around at the others, popping one of the last fries into his mouth.
"Hey, who invited you along anyway?" Sara suddenly sat up, arching a brow at Jake in question.
"Hey! Come on!...We never hang out!... It's my day off too!" Jake pouted, looking around the little group for any back up. He only realaxed when Sara smiled at him with a chuckle.