Chapter 4
"Oh hell, what have I done?" Seifer asked himself as he stood on the other side of the door. Shaking his head he turned and made his way through the dark penthouse to the large floor to ceiling windows that ran along one wall of the main living area.
He stopped, looking at the city laid out below him, but not really noticing as he contemplated the events of this night. 'This complicates things.' He sighed. Seifer ran his hand over his face and turned.
Walking quietly down the hall he entered his bedroom. Silently he took his gun out of the shoulder holster and laid it on the table next to his bed. Then off came the holster. He tossed it beside the gun, then unbuttoned his shirt and let it rest where it fell. 'I can't change my course of action now.' Seifer thought slipping out of the rest of his clothes.
Lying down on the bed, he slid under the satin sheets and closed his eyes trying to sleep but thoughts of Quistis down the hall intruded on the peace he had hoped to find. He was confused about his motives, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
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Quistis sat staring at the locked door. She hadn't moved since Seifer walked out. 'This cant be real,' she thought, 'Seifer.'
Then his words hit her, "Do you know where you'd be? Dead." 'Why did he care? It was a chance to get rid of her. Why didn't he take it?' Confusion clouded her already fuzzy mind and she ran a shaky hand over her face. There were no answers to her questions. At least not tonight.
Quistis laid her head down on the pillow and sighed. 'Whatever his reason. I'm alive and tomorrow I'll start looking for a way to get out of here.' With that thought she closed her eyes snuggling into the blankets and drifted off to sleep.
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The ringing of the phone pierced Seifer's restless sleep. He dragged open his eyes and looked at the offending object for a moment before reaching over and answering it. "What," he growled.
"It's Jaren. We have a problem. Tucker was found this morning…" the voice at the other end paused.
"Is he dead," Seifer asked gripping the phone as he sat up. He already knew the answer.
"Yes," was all Jaren said in answer.
"Where are you now?" Seifer asked. He listened for a moment, the anger building, before he replied, "I'll be there in 40." He let the receiver fall back in its cradle, then swung his feet out of the bed and onto the floor.
As he walked to his bathroom he remembered Quistis. "Damn," he swore softly. Turning around he reached for the phone once again and dialed. "Harris, I need you up here, now." Seifer listened to the reply at the other end then hung up.
Seifer methodically went through the motions, shower, shave, dress, all while trying not to think about the man he'd sent to die. With that done he grabbed his holster and gun and went downstairs.
Harris, who was waiting in the kitchen handed Seifer a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," Seifer said taking a sip before setting it down. "Tucker's dead," he told the other man as he strapped on his holster and checked his gun.
"What? How?" Harris asked, "I just saw him last night." Seifer could see he was shocked.
"I sent him to have a talk with Chaing." Seifer slammed a fist down on the table, "this should have never happened. They've gone too far this time. If Chaing wants a war…" Seifer stopped talking, lost in thought for a moment, then looked at Harris "I have to go, but I need you to stay here. I have a guest…our SeeD spy."
Harris raised his eyebrows at this comment, "Here… Alive?"
"Of course, alive. I need you to make sure she doesn't go anywhere while I'm gone," Seifer answered.
'She?' Harris thought, but replied "Sure, Boss."
"Don't underestimate her," Seifer warned as he headed for the door.
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Quistis opened her eyes groggily. 'Nope, not a dream, or rather nightmare.' She looked around, something she'd failed to do last night in her drug- induced stupor. "Damn that man," she said to herself.
She noticed one of the walls covered in drapes. "Ah ha" She leapt off the bed "A window. Not so smart, is he. I'll be out of here in a …" she said with a satisfied smirk as she pulled the cord to open them. The look of shock that followed would have been priceless had anybody been there to see it.
Quistis stood there with her mouth hanging open looking down at the surrounding city. "Damn, Damn, Damn…no escape there," she said, frustrated. Looking around once more, she noticed there were 2 doors. The one Seifer had left by and another.
Quistis first went over to the door Seifer had locked last night and put her ear against it, listening. No sound. 'Probably still asleep…Bum' she thought spitefully. Then she tried the knob. Still locked. 'It was worth a shot,' she shrugged. "Ok, next door."
This one led to a bathroom, which was a dead end as far as an escape went. Quistis sank down to the tile floor. She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought. 'Ok, no way out. Now what.' She looked around the bathroom from her position on the floor. Hopping up she examined all the drawers and cupboards. "Nothing," she sighed, balling her hands into fists.
"Enough," she said stalking out of the bathroom in a huff. Quistis marched up to the door and started pounding on it. She was fed up. Not only had he left her in here for the better part of the morning but also didn't even have the decency to bring her any coffee. "Damn you, Seifer, you lazy…" she yelled still pounding, "let me out of here."
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Seifer stepped out of his car and into the light rain of this gray morning with a grim look on his face. As he looked up he could see Jaren standing beside a grimy brick building, waiting.
"Mr. Almasy," Jaren greeted when Seifer reached him.
"Jaren," Seifer nodded. " Where is he?" he asked.
"This way." The other man led Seifer down a dirty alley and into a warehouse. Seifer saw men busy working but none of them even looked up as the two men passed by, "The foreman found him this morning when he came in, then called me."
Jaren turned as he spoke "I-I had him moved in here." Seifer followed the other man without comment. Jaren led him to the foreman's office and opened the door. A silent look was exchanged between the men before Seifer went inside.
Someone had covered the body with a tattered blanket, but Seifer could see the blood that had seeped through and left stains on it. He hesitated briefly before moving across the room.
Kneeling down Seifer pulled the blanket away from the dead man. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment as he gazed at Tucker's lifeless face. "Somebody's gonna pay," he said softly. Jaren stood silently behind his boss.
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Quistis stopped to listen. Nothing. Beating against the door once again she shouted, "Seifer, you can't leave me in here and ignore me! Do you hear me, you, you slimy son of…"
She jumped back when she heard the click of the door unlocking. "Well it's about time. I've…" A pair of amused green eyes peered at Quistis from behind the door. They were followed shortly by the rest of the man. He wasn't as tall as Seifer and he had more red then blond hair. But he was wearing a faint smile.
Startled, Quistis took a step back, "Who are you?" she asked growing nervous.
Harris heard Quistis shouting. He'd never heard anyone say the things about his boss that this woman was yelling. 'Not and live' he thought with a smile. He was curious to see for himself the woman that was tempting fate.
He opened the door and gazed at the face of one very angry woman. Then he looked at the rest of her. She was wearing a white ribbed tank and a short leather skirt. Her feet were bare; apparently she'd kicked off her shoes at some point and her long golden hair fell around her face, tousled from sleep. One word came to his mind 'beautiful.' He could see why his boss hadn't gotten rid of her.
He saw the shocked look pass across her face as she asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Harris," he answered still smiling.
Recovering herself, Quistis glared at him. "I don't know what is so funny, Mr. Harris, but I want to see Seifer…Right now!"
"Actually, it's Bentley, Harris Bentley, miss…" he looked at her questioningly.
"Quistis Trepe," she answered annoyed, "Now where is Seifer?"
"I'm afraid it wont be possible to see Mr. Almasy at the moment. He had to go out," Harris stated.
"What? How dare he leave me here?" Quistis asked indignantly "First he leaves me with that little Mole man and now you," she gestured at him.
Harris ignored her comment, " Would you like some breakfast?"
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A/N: I know you all want some Seiftis but I have to set up the story before we get to the good stuff. I promise Seifer wont leave Quistis alone for long. Thanks for the great reviews. All of you are wonderful.=0.0=
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"Oh hell, what have I done?" Seifer asked himself as he stood on the other side of the door. Shaking his head he turned and made his way through the dark penthouse to the large floor to ceiling windows that ran along one wall of the main living area.
He stopped, looking at the city laid out below him, but not really noticing as he contemplated the events of this night. 'This complicates things.' He sighed. Seifer ran his hand over his face and turned.
Walking quietly down the hall he entered his bedroom. Silently he took his gun out of the shoulder holster and laid it on the table next to his bed. Then off came the holster. He tossed it beside the gun, then unbuttoned his shirt and let it rest where it fell. 'I can't change my course of action now.' Seifer thought slipping out of the rest of his clothes.
Lying down on the bed, he slid under the satin sheets and closed his eyes trying to sleep but thoughts of Quistis down the hall intruded on the peace he had hoped to find. He was confused about his motives, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
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Quistis sat staring at the locked door. She hadn't moved since Seifer walked out. 'This cant be real,' she thought, 'Seifer.'
Then his words hit her, "Do you know where you'd be? Dead." 'Why did he care? It was a chance to get rid of her. Why didn't he take it?' Confusion clouded her already fuzzy mind and she ran a shaky hand over her face. There were no answers to her questions. At least not tonight.
Quistis laid her head down on the pillow and sighed. 'Whatever his reason. I'm alive and tomorrow I'll start looking for a way to get out of here.' With that thought she closed her eyes snuggling into the blankets and drifted off to sleep.
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The ringing of the phone pierced Seifer's restless sleep. He dragged open his eyes and looked at the offending object for a moment before reaching over and answering it. "What," he growled.
"It's Jaren. We have a problem. Tucker was found this morning…" the voice at the other end paused.
"Is he dead," Seifer asked gripping the phone as he sat up. He already knew the answer.
"Yes," was all Jaren said in answer.
"Where are you now?" Seifer asked. He listened for a moment, the anger building, before he replied, "I'll be there in 40." He let the receiver fall back in its cradle, then swung his feet out of the bed and onto the floor.
As he walked to his bathroom he remembered Quistis. "Damn," he swore softly. Turning around he reached for the phone once again and dialed. "Harris, I need you up here, now." Seifer listened to the reply at the other end then hung up.
Seifer methodically went through the motions, shower, shave, dress, all while trying not to think about the man he'd sent to die. With that done he grabbed his holster and gun and went downstairs.
Harris, who was waiting in the kitchen handed Seifer a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," Seifer said taking a sip before setting it down. "Tucker's dead," he told the other man as he strapped on his holster and checked his gun.
"What? How?" Harris asked, "I just saw him last night." Seifer could see he was shocked.
"I sent him to have a talk with Chaing." Seifer slammed a fist down on the table, "this should have never happened. They've gone too far this time. If Chaing wants a war…" Seifer stopped talking, lost in thought for a moment, then looked at Harris "I have to go, but I need you to stay here. I have a guest…our SeeD spy."
Harris raised his eyebrows at this comment, "Here… Alive?"
"Of course, alive. I need you to make sure she doesn't go anywhere while I'm gone," Seifer answered.
'She?' Harris thought, but replied "Sure, Boss."
"Don't underestimate her," Seifer warned as he headed for the door.
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Quistis opened her eyes groggily. 'Nope, not a dream, or rather nightmare.' She looked around, something she'd failed to do last night in her drug- induced stupor. "Damn that man," she said to herself.
She noticed one of the walls covered in drapes. "Ah ha" She leapt off the bed "A window. Not so smart, is he. I'll be out of here in a …" she said with a satisfied smirk as she pulled the cord to open them. The look of shock that followed would have been priceless had anybody been there to see it.
Quistis stood there with her mouth hanging open looking down at the surrounding city. "Damn, Damn, Damn…no escape there," she said, frustrated. Looking around once more, she noticed there were 2 doors. The one Seifer had left by and another.
Quistis first went over to the door Seifer had locked last night and put her ear against it, listening. No sound. 'Probably still asleep…Bum' she thought spitefully. Then she tried the knob. Still locked. 'It was worth a shot,' she shrugged. "Ok, next door."
This one led to a bathroom, which was a dead end as far as an escape went. Quistis sank down to the tile floor. She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought. 'Ok, no way out. Now what.' She looked around the bathroom from her position on the floor. Hopping up she examined all the drawers and cupboards. "Nothing," she sighed, balling her hands into fists.
"Enough," she said stalking out of the bathroom in a huff. Quistis marched up to the door and started pounding on it. She was fed up. Not only had he left her in here for the better part of the morning but also didn't even have the decency to bring her any coffee. "Damn you, Seifer, you lazy…" she yelled still pounding, "let me out of here."
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Seifer stepped out of his car and into the light rain of this gray morning with a grim look on his face. As he looked up he could see Jaren standing beside a grimy brick building, waiting.
"Mr. Almasy," Jaren greeted when Seifer reached him.
"Jaren," Seifer nodded. " Where is he?" he asked.
"This way." The other man led Seifer down a dirty alley and into a warehouse. Seifer saw men busy working but none of them even looked up as the two men passed by, "The foreman found him this morning when he came in, then called me."
Jaren turned as he spoke "I-I had him moved in here." Seifer followed the other man without comment. Jaren led him to the foreman's office and opened the door. A silent look was exchanged between the men before Seifer went inside.
Someone had covered the body with a tattered blanket, but Seifer could see the blood that had seeped through and left stains on it. He hesitated briefly before moving across the room.
Kneeling down Seifer pulled the blanket away from the dead man. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment as he gazed at Tucker's lifeless face. "Somebody's gonna pay," he said softly. Jaren stood silently behind his boss.
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Quistis stopped to listen. Nothing. Beating against the door once again she shouted, "Seifer, you can't leave me in here and ignore me! Do you hear me, you, you slimy son of…"
She jumped back when she heard the click of the door unlocking. "Well it's about time. I've…" A pair of amused green eyes peered at Quistis from behind the door. They were followed shortly by the rest of the man. He wasn't as tall as Seifer and he had more red then blond hair. But he was wearing a faint smile.
Startled, Quistis took a step back, "Who are you?" she asked growing nervous.
Harris heard Quistis shouting. He'd never heard anyone say the things about his boss that this woman was yelling. 'Not and live' he thought with a smile. He was curious to see for himself the woman that was tempting fate.
He opened the door and gazed at the face of one very angry woman. Then he looked at the rest of her. She was wearing a white ribbed tank and a short leather skirt. Her feet were bare; apparently she'd kicked off her shoes at some point and her long golden hair fell around her face, tousled from sleep. One word came to his mind 'beautiful.' He could see why his boss hadn't gotten rid of her.
He saw the shocked look pass across her face as she asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Harris," he answered still smiling.
Recovering herself, Quistis glared at him. "I don't know what is so funny, Mr. Harris, but I want to see Seifer…Right now!"
"Actually, it's Bentley, Harris Bentley, miss…" he looked at her questioningly.
"Quistis Trepe," she answered annoyed, "Now where is Seifer?"
"I'm afraid it wont be possible to see Mr. Almasy at the moment. He had to go out," Harris stated.
"What? How dare he leave me here?" Quistis asked indignantly "First he leaves me with that little Mole man and now you," she gestured at him.
Harris ignored her comment, " Would you like some breakfast?"
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A/N: I know you all want some Seiftis but I have to set up the story before we get to the good stuff. I promise Seifer wont leave Quistis alone for long. Thanks for the great reviews. All of you are wonderful.=0.0=
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