The evening after the Periculum Sara came home from work to her very quiet and empty apartment. She had found new purpose in her life but there was still sadness.
She was taking stock of what else needed to be done to fix the apartment when Danny showed up.
"Hi Danny, whats'ya got for me? Some dragon slayin' maybe?" Sara made a halfhearted attempt at humor.
"You aren't the only one grieving, Sara. John Patrick has family. They are pretty much in the dark about what went down here. They just got an urn of ashes - no explanation."
Sara sighed. "So what you're saying is that they don't know anything... about what happened, huh?"
Danny waited.
"Let me guess, you're giving me advice in etiquette? To make a courtesy call on the family?"
"It wouldn't be the first time you spoke to a grieving family, Sara. You know something about what they feel."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, anger, denial, the whole 5 step thing. Dante will just freak when I ask for more time off" Sara said with resignation.
"So Danny..." Sara looked around. Danny was gone. "He comes, he goes - who issued him a revolving door?"
.................
Irons was furious, almost incoherent.
"You are where? She is going where? Ireland?" His voice climbed the scale. Ian was glad he wasn't in the same room.
No, Ian was at the airport, calling from the gate where he waited for a plane, destination Ireland.
When Ian had come by that morning to check on Sara he saw her on the curb. While he watched she hailed a cab - apparently for the airport since she had a travel bag with her. It had been easy to follow her until the question of which airline she was taking. Ian was more surprised when she headed for the international terminal. He had racked his brain for any clue where she intended to go.
He followed her to the counter and tried to lip read the agent's questions. One to Ireland?
Ian thought about his options. He could try to trick the agent into revealing Sara's destination - not likely with heightened security. He could find an airport kiosk with Internet access and try to get into the airline database. Or he could just ask. He choose the last option.
He stepped in front of Sara as she was leaving the ticket agent. She looked at him, not terribly surprised. "I'm going to Ireland to talk to Conchobar's family" she told him. "And I suppose that you will be following. Just stay away from me." She told him the flight number and walked off.
Ian went into an airport shop to buy clothes and a travel bag. Security personnel would be too suspicious of him traveling without anything.
They sat in the waiting area for 2 hours, pretending they didn't know each other. Ian had a seat in first class. That was his way of being sure they wouldn't be seated together. No way Sara could afford first class, but Irons could.
Meanwhile Irons was trying to deal with this new wrinkle. He had planned for a long time to bring Sara into his net. He planned all she had experienced until now. The goal was to 'groom' Sara for the Witchblade; to expose her to it, to get it to accept her, and shape her through it. His plans spread out into the future. Irons didn't like it when she strayed off on some whim of her own. Now as he set up the next trial she should face, she left the country!!!
Irons regained his composure. Every obstacle revealed new opportunities. He would learn more about what motivated Sara. And he would use it.
She was taking stock of what else needed to be done to fix the apartment when Danny showed up.
"Hi Danny, whats'ya got for me? Some dragon slayin' maybe?" Sara made a halfhearted attempt at humor.
"You aren't the only one grieving, Sara. John Patrick has family. They are pretty much in the dark about what went down here. They just got an urn of ashes - no explanation."
Sara sighed. "So what you're saying is that they don't know anything... about what happened, huh?"
Danny waited.
"Let me guess, you're giving me advice in etiquette? To make a courtesy call on the family?"
"It wouldn't be the first time you spoke to a grieving family, Sara. You know something about what they feel."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, anger, denial, the whole 5 step thing. Dante will just freak when I ask for more time off" Sara said with resignation.
"So Danny..." Sara looked around. Danny was gone. "He comes, he goes - who issued him a revolving door?"
.................
Irons was furious, almost incoherent.
"You are where? She is going where? Ireland?" His voice climbed the scale. Ian was glad he wasn't in the same room.
No, Ian was at the airport, calling from the gate where he waited for a plane, destination Ireland.
When Ian had come by that morning to check on Sara he saw her on the curb. While he watched she hailed a cab - apparently for the airport since she had a travel bag with her. It had been easy to follow her until the question of which airline she was taking. Ian was more surprised when she headed for the international terminal. He had racked his brain for any clue where she intended to go.
He followed her to the counter and tried to lip read the agent's questions. One to Ireland?
Ian thought about his options. He could try to trick the agent into revealing Sara's destination - not likely with heightened security. He could find an airport kiosk with Internet access and try to get into the airline database. Or he could just ask. He choose the last option.
He stepped in front of Sara as she was leaving the ticket agent. She looked at him, not terribly surprised. "I'm going to Ireland to talk to Conchobar's family" she told him. "And I suppose that you will be following. Just stay away from me." She told him the flight number and walked off.
Ian went into an airport shop to buy clothes and a travel bag. Security personnel would be too suspicious of him traveling without anything.
They sat in the waiting area for 2 hours, pretending they didn't know each other. Ian had a seat in first class. That was his way of being sure they wouldn't be seated together. No way Sara could afford first class, but Irons could.
Meanwhile Irons was trying to deal with this new wrinkle. He had planned for a long time to bring Sara into his net. He planned all she had experienced until now. The goal was to 'groom' Sara for the Witchblade; to expose her to it, to get it to accept her, and shape her through it. His plans spread out into the future. Irons didn't like it when she strayed off on some whim of her own. Now as he set up the next trial she should face, she left the country!!!
Irons regained his composure. Every obstacle revealed new opportunities. He would learn more about what motivated Sara. And he would use it.