No matter what the little pop up thing says, this is PG-PG13 for language.
Sorry this took me so long. I realize that I'm skipping over a lot of possible dialogue, but I have a lot of trouble writing conversations. Please R&R!
Opportunity is waiting; I need but to open the door. Standing outside Cale's apartment, all I can think is that that is much harder than it sounds. Not that I couldn't just break in if I wanted to, but that might be suspicious, so I'm trying to will myself to knock, but I can't seem to bring myself to.
Should I kill him tonight and just be done with it? I'd rather have the mission done with before I really get to know the guy, but people saw me come in, and no one has seen me with him yet. So I'm stuck making polite conversation with someone I'm going to kill in a few days. Which is why I've been standing here for the last 5 minutes. I shake my head to clear it. I'm being stupid, I played it by ear last night and I can do it again, and when the time comes, he's just another threat to Manticore, and should be dealt with accordingly. I knock politely and wait.
He opens the door with a smile.
"Hey"
"Hey yourself." I smile a little in return as I step through into the brightly-lit room and look around as he takes my coat. Wow. This guy is loaded. Someone could probably live for a year off the price of just one of his paintings. But what draws my attention most are the mouth-watering aromas coming from what I'm assuming to be the kitchen. I turn back to him with a grin of anticipation.
"That smells great! What is it, and when can I have it?" All other priorities always drop when it comes to me and food.
"It's chicken, and it's ready now." He seems amused/pleased by my reaction as he leads me into the good-smelling room, but I don't mind. If anyone feeds me anything smelling like this, I'll make them laugh all day. I lick my lips and follow him into what turns out to be a candle-lit dining room.
The food was absolutely delicious, and, since the food had put me in a talkative mood, I actually started the conversation by saying the first things that came to mind; complaints about Normal. Cale laughed at my description of my boss, and told me what a pain his remaining relatives were. I in turn tell him some of the ups and downs of my "brothers and sisters". We keep up a steady chatter throughout the meal, which, I'll say again, was fabulous. I catch his eyes on me a few times, but he makes no moves to be romantic, so I just shrug it off. He's very friendly though, and by the time I leave I'm feeling quite cheerful despite myself.
Nothing adds to a good mood like a night on my motorcycle. Speeding down the streets, there's nothing but me and the engine, no responsibilities, no protocol, and nobody telling me to do anything. Right now, for the first time in my life, I really feel….free.
I pull in at my apartment about an hour before I'm supposed to be at work to shower, change my clothes, and eat some sort of a breakfast. O.C. and I cross paths over breakfast. After watching me expectantly for a few minutes, she breaks the silence.
"So?"
"So what?"
"Where were you last night?"
"Oh, just…out." She gives me a knowing look and starts to smile a little.
"Mmhmm, and?" She's getting really nosy, but I'm more amused than annoyed.
"I had dinner with a friend and then I went for a ride." She quirks an eyebrow, but lets it drop at that.
"Whatever you say sugga. Say, you wanna come by Crash tonight?" I'd heard a lot about the famous Crash at work. What the heck? I might as well go.
"Sure." She smiles.
"I'll bring ya over there after work." Speaking of which, I should probably get going. Yippee. Another fun day with Normal. I stall for some time and wait for O.C.
At work I see everyone, yet again, walking all over Normal, and it's very tempting to join them. Luckily I have excellent self-control, I'm on my third run and I've been good all morning. (sigh) That guy really needs to be smacked around some.
I pass Logan's building and remember that I left my jacket there. Shouldn't really take a side trip on a run, but that thought only briefly runs through my mind as I park my bike and head up to his apartment. I pause outside his door, should I knock? Nah. If he's even home I'll just tell him that he left the door unlocked. I take out the set of lock-picks that I never go anywhere without and set to work. The locks click into place fairly quickly, and I smile a little as I open the door and walk in.
A voice is coming from a room that I haven't been in yet. Ever curious, I creep just outside of it and listen.
"- a streaming freedom bulletin and it is the only free voice in the city.-" Jackpot. I listen closer. "In Gillette, Wyoming a secret government lab known as Manticore is raising genetically enhanced assassins and loosing them on the world for their own purposes. This operation must be stopped. I will be releasing more information as I receive it. Peace. Out." My breath stops. I'm too late!
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