Again, for Airlia. You've kept this little fic going. I'm sure you'll be proud of that… ;)
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The Inferno
Chapter 7: "Je vais t'arracher les yeux en passant par le narines"
The sun was spreading it's dying rays across the urban sky, making the mists glow as if they where alive. The air around Flame was thick and damp. Cooling as it entered his lungs. He glared at the setting sun. Damn Daybreakers, he thought, and glared some more. Below him some vermin ran about on unimportant business, strange silhouettes in the fading light. He sighed, his exhaled breath swirling the air around his face.
Standing on the roof, his hand gripped the safety rail. It was as rotten and mouldering as the rest of the district. His fingers dug into the wood so his almost perfect knuckles went white.
Damn those Daybreakers. He'd send them to Hell personally, but first he had to ring his… employer. Let im know of the current goings on. Under Flames' tightening fingers the rail started to crumble into a sodden mess, falling from his digits to the oily puddles below. Flat roofs, what an igneous idea.
Almost fastidiously Flame shook the clinging, damp wood splinters from his long fingers. Smoothly he pulled his sleek cell phone from his pocket. Vermin technology did have its uses. He leaned against the wall, heedless of the dirt and listened to the phone ringing. Sudden silence was the only indicator that the phone had been answered. "There's going to be a… delay." He said carefully.
"Really?" The voice was cold and sarcastic.
"Damn interfering Daybreakers." He said mildly.
"You let some hippies distract you?" The tone was pleasant. "You're slipping." Flame clenched his teeth as 'tsk tsk' came across the receiver into his ear. "Don't clench your teeth Flame, it'll ruin what little image you have." At the patronising tone Flame took a deep breath and put a false brightness in his voice. "Oh daddy, is that a compliment?" He was aware that his face was still as cold and calculating as ever, and hadn't moved a single muscle.
"Considering how much you're being paid. You're taking your time Flame. And it does not amuse." The voice had gone back to being overly pleasant.
Flame sighed, careful to avoid the phone. He wasn't the only one hating the Daybreakers. "You'll get the information." He told his employer, full of confidence. "Better late than never, non?"
"Je vais t'arracher les yeux en passant par le narines"
Flames laugh barked out. "That's a new one. Glad to know you're extending your vocab in you old age. And that's quite a feat, considering. Pulling my eyeballs out through my nose. He started laughing again.
"You know I can deliver on it, mon ami."
"Don't you always deliver." Flame grinned.
"Your mhumour wears thin, for one who has failed."
"I'll get the info. Don't sweat it gramps. Why do you want it anyway?"
"Why should you care?"
Flame rolled his eyes. "Because I feel a trip to said enclave coming on."
"You should know that I who't divulage my reasons until I'm ready."
"Worth a try." Flaem looked up, rain had started to fall. It pattered gently down on him, genteel on his skin. The sun was starting to vanish. Beneath him a rusted weark of a car pulle dout and drove away. Flam enarrowed his eyes at it.
"Don't you have something to do?" He employer said mildly.
"I'm staling. I figure that making you wait will make getting the information more gratifying." He grinned, a trickle of dirty rain water foul on his tongue.
"Flame." The voice was warm, calm and nice.
Bingo. "See you in two days." Laughing he hung up.
