Early Mornings and Talks (Feat. John Bishop, Lara Croft, Terry Sheridan, Jake McCarthy and Jackie Estacado)

The cell phone that John had given Lara a day or so before rings, and as soon as Lara picks up, John starts talking, "Don't talk, just listen. Go to the restaurant across the street, Ristorainte Belladora, go to the bar, order a scotch neat. The bartender will give you the drink and show you behind the bar, I'll be waiting there." hangs up and places his own phone on a steel table in the kitchen of the restaurant, downing the last few drops of his own scotch, he has quite the nervous look in his eye. John looks at his watch and scratches the layer of stubble on his face. He's wearing a suit, a nice one, or at least it used to be. had been in something of a scuffle that left his suit's jacket missing, some buttons torn from his shirt, and one of the sleeve torn off comepletely. John stands and removes the shirt, tossing it to a nearby man. He's now in his suit pants and a wife beater, awaiting Lara..

Detective Jake Mccarthy... going on 68 hours without sleep, and bieng on the last of all files in the stack of files he had been given on Sara Pezzini, his partner. He had shredded, ripped up, and just plain destroyed going on eighty pages from various documents. He was riski9ng his job, perhaps even his freedom doing this, but he felt that he was doing the right thing. "Finally finished," he exclaimed as he shut the final file folder. He had already placed the other files back in the records room, and he stood to do the same with this one. He hadn't destroyed all of the things, but it would look too suspicious if she came off totally clean. He left a borderline things out, things that weren't enough to fire her on any grounds, but it was something at least. He slid through the door, and quickly replaced the file. He turned and walked back out to his desk, and looked at the watch on his wrist, it was early. He rubbed his eyes hard, it was the lack of sleep catching up to him, and quickly. Somehow though, he had a feeling that he wasn't about to get any sleep just yet. He still had to send the findings up to I.A. and then he had his to report to the Captain, and he would most likely have to get right back to working on some case or another. He shook his head and placed all of his "findings" into a yellow manilla folder, seald it tightly, and and then handed it to a woman that had just walked out from the chief's office. "Take this to Boggs in I.A. Maria... thanks." He knocked on the door and slid into the Captian's office, "Alright Boss, I'm finally finished with I.A. What do you have for me now?" He flumped into the small chair and watched the captain quietly for a few moments, hopeing that he would tell him to go home and sleep. "I got something for you kid..." He tossed a small piece of paper his way. The young detective read it over, noteing that it was simply an address. "What is this?" It was a valid question, but it drew a cold stare from the captain, "Just get over there, Mccarthy, pronto." Jake stood and shook his head a bit but turned and walked out the door. No info, or anything... this was about to get real fun, or very boring.

Lara was still comfortable on the sofa, it was near early morning the sun just peeking over the horizon. The rain clouds had all but gone away now leaving the smell of rain coming in from the open sliding glass doors. The engraved Golden Desert Eagle was still within her slender fingers as she turned to find herself alone. Jackie had gone. Most of the night had been spent talking, them working out things. The Brit still felt like not much had been solved, the Hitman however did indeed. Something began ringing near Lara, she shifted slightly and rose," Bugger.." Lazily she itched at her braid, which had been left it all night long as she had talked then finally drifted off in Jackie's embrace. Her watched read almost six am, slowly she grabbed the cell; It was the one from John," Hm?" Came the English accent as she picked it up knowing obviously it was the Agent. She listened, her senses becoming very awake now. Once the man hung up she stood, tucking the GDE into the waist of her shorts and throwing her own black trench over her clothing before heading down into the world and across the street. Keen hazel orbs observed the resteraunt as she walked in, mysterious and shady. Go figure right up John's alley for early morning spurr of the moment meetings such as. Slowly she sat at the bar surpressing a yawn as the tender came over," Scotch neat."He nodded, then motioned for her to followed him, reluctently she did just that the scotch in hand which the Lady did drink at. The Tender didn't say much, nodded to Bishop as he showed Lara into the back then left. Idly the woman stretched, then fixed her gaze on John," You called?" Curiousty was nagging at her like Hillary at home reminding her not to leave clothing laying all over her room.*

Looks at Lara as she walks in, running a hand through his short hair, "Yes I di-who told you you could drink that?" He gets up and walks to her, taking the scotch from her, "That one's for me. I have partial ownership of this place, I just figured why not have you get the scotch instead of Roberto out there, he works hard as is."takes a gulp from the scotch and sits down, gesturing for Lara to sit across from him. John is handed a set of files by the other man in the room, the man looks very much like a street kid, can't be more than 17 years old. He slides the files across the table, they contain information on the top three members of the Yakuza operating in New York City, "Ouijima Suchio is their leader, the guy who put that hit out on you. Been after him for a couple days, very little sleep and a torn suit is all I got for it." He gets an expression as if he suddenly remembered something important, reaching into a pants pocket and drawing out a small souvenier coin of the Statue of Liberty on one side and the words 'I luv New York' on the other. "Got this for you." smiles and tosses it to Lara. John stands up, downing the rest of his scotch, "Get those to your pal in the department. But that can be for later, now, we go visit Suchio, the appointment's already set. We're kinda late, actually. Thought I'd let you sleep in."

Things from the night prior were going smoothly as the spy could have hoped in such a tight situation. He'd spent most of the night in the safe house styled apartment he set up for himself, new toys and gadgits scattered about while he lie asleep on the matters that had been placed on the floor. The monitors were still scanning over Iron's place and soon enough he'd have a tap in place. A beep from his computer stirred the Brit. and he shifted on the bed before lifting his face from the mattress. Rubbing a had against his face he moved pushing himself now from the floor mattress to the computer, eyes scanning over the file he'd been emailed. Shrugging his shoulders he turned now searching the ground for his discarded black shirt and pulled it back on. eyes moved to the watch and he muttered 6 am, he hated early mornings especially after long nights. The spy moved picking up the pack and placing his guns in their holsters and slipping out for another day of -work-. Walking he headed down to his newest toy, and baby and stopped a curse drawing from his breath "A bloody parking ticket!" he picked up the paper and the envelope cursing again "damned bobbies." He moved into the car putting the pack in the passenger seat and then a realization came to his mind, Sara's partner. Of course she had said to call him up should he need it, why not now..besides it would give him an opportunity to find out what the detectives partner knew about things. Starting the BMW he glanced about and moved onto the street, the morning traffic already becoming fuller. There was a scowl on his lips before he slipped into some alley ways and headed in and out of traffic. Time would have been cut in half had he the bike. But he didn't mind. Pulling up he parked the black M3 next to one of the police patrols and got out, tucking the ticket inside his front jacket pocket. Walking in the front an officer stopped him with a raised brow. "Can I help you." Sheridan's eyes moved towards the man but didn't move "Yea, I'm looking for a Jake McCarthy, bloke..'e around?"

He was on his way out, when from the side somewhere he heard his name. He figured it was porbably m ore of the "Turning his partner over to I.A. talk" and just kept walking. The officer said something to his back, but he just waved it off, literally. He stepped out the door as the officer pointed to his back and told the man there that was the guy he was looking for. He didn't smoke, or did he? He could care less right now, and bummed a smoke from a prostitute standing there, "Thanks lady..." he said. He really doubted she was a "Lady" but who cared? He puffed from the smoke and nearly choked. He flicked the thing away and shook his head, "Not my thing I guess..." he mumbled as he turned to head off to his beat up old clunker. He had work to do... more work than he wanted at the moment, and less information then he could hope for about it, whatever "It" was. He opened his door, he left it unlocked in hopes of someone stealing it and giving him a reason to ask for a raise, but noone ever did. Just his luck though... someone had slashed his tires, all four of them, and wrote "PIG" in large letters on the side in a dark red paint that stuck out on the powder blue and rust. Well this car wasn't gfonna be useful in a covert situation for a few weeks. He cursed, "Sonuvabitch! Now what the hell am I supposed to?" He kicked the left front tire and watched as the hubcap went rolling down the sidewalk. He was on so little sleep that he really did not feel like working tonight.. today.. whatever. "I do not need this... not today... damn it all to hell." He flopped down on the sidewalk next to his car, to think of a good way to get this "job" over and done without a car.

A brow arched," Bugger." Hazel orbs followed the glass as John removed it from her hands," I only got about two hours of sleep you know." You know? Of course He didn't know. She yawned this time and leaned against the wall, her senses indeed awake her body not as much. Arms folded as she perched her left foot back against the wall against which she leaned," I see, so you can spy on me at any point then." Lovely, another person with eyes on her almost all the time now. Oh, well all in the life of Lara Croft. A brow arched," Yes I know all about the group who put the hit on me and I know why." A sly sheepish grin pressed across her lips slowly at the thought. Brownish-green irises fell to the files he slide to her," I was about to comment you looked rough." The British accent amused in a sarcastic manner. Suddenly eyes went wide," We're going to do what?!?!" Oh now she was very awake," You're out of your bloody mind John Bishop." She was indeed armed, but not exactly with the gun she wanted to be using," I'm not very well prepaired to go walking into meet with a man who wants me dead to get at his worst enemy you know." She eyed coin as caught it," Thank you, now what is it for?" The brit studied it suspisiously then gaze at John steadily for a moment," I can't get these to Sara, but I can her partner Jake. Irons has Sara right now...long story." Arms remained folded as the woman turned the coin over and over in her hand.

Still the cop that stopped him and questioned. "And what business do you have with Detective McCarthy? Mister?" brows narrowed slightly and Sheridan turned to face the pudgy man more. "It's Sheridan and the business is my own, mate." The cop lifted a hand in his defence watching the spy move. "I'm sorry Mister Sheridan, but I'm going to need to see some type of identification from you." There was a look of frustration in dealing with the cop from Terry as he moved pulling out an old identification badge from when he worked for the British Government. "I'm British Intel. Anything more I can do for you...mate?" he drawled, his accent hung to his testy questioning.He'd caught someone moving out before the cop nodded "I..I'm sorry Sir..right. Detective McCarthy.." he turned some but the detective had clearly kept walking by. And the officer looked back up to Sheridan. "He was that man just leaving, Sir.." quickly he tucked the id card away and moved following after the blond man who looked as though he would be better fit on some beach in California than on the streets of New York. Shaking his head slightly he walked past the prostitute not before being come on to.Stopping just before the man slumped on the ground "Nice car, Mate. Your Detective Jake McCarthy?" a brow arched slightly before he crouched in front of the man resting against the beaten car. "Sara Pezzini's partner." His hand moved out "Look's like you could use some 'elp, mate..and I've a bit of questioning for you." Fingers moved into his jacket pocket and pulled out the parking ticket "And a favor to call in, getting rid of this nasty bugger. Come along, and I'll buy you a coffee."

Grins a little at her sarcasm, and her reaction to the idea of going to meet Suchio. John reaches down to the table and picks up the files, "Thought so." He hands them to the kid and nods to him, the kid exits with the files out a back entrance, "My man here will take care of this. Fast courier, best in the business." John walks behind an oven, his head still visible to Lara.. and he changes from his suit pants and shoes into some black cargo pants and combat boots. Walks back out around to Lara, picking up two Glock 9mm's from the table and a shoulder holster and putting them all on, he smiles to her, "Don't worry, Lara. I didn't think you, Lady Lara Croft, would be scared of a little old Japanese man over in Central Park. "He's alone, trust me, he feeds the pigeons." John smiles once more as he exits through the back door. Walking to a black custom Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle, he reaches into his pocket and draws out a pair of sunglasses and a necklace with a badge attached to it, an NYPD badge to be precise, and he says as he puts on the glasses, "My name's Frank Coppola, try to keep your words American-sounding." He chuckles.

The man had been talking, but Jake was sound asleep sitting there. He had fallen asleep nearly as soon as he sat against the car, sixty eight hours can do that to a guy you know. His eyes popped open at the mention of coffee, the only word he'd even caught, literally. "Coffee?" He blinked a few times, and then shook his head a bit. "Who are you?" He looked down at the parking ticket, "Uhh... you wanna talk to a desk jockey to pay that thing man. I'm a detective." If he'd been awake, he'd know that the man knew that, but he was, so he didn't. He stodd slowly, and it was clear, not only by the slowness of the movement, but the deep baggage his eyes were carrying around recently. He felt like it would take a month of sleep to get himself back up to par. He just wasn't used to sitting around and... reading. "God damn... Where the hell is Sara when a guy needs someone to cover for him?" It was a rhetorical question, accidently spoken aloud, but it was a valid one. He hadn't seen Pez since she'd been pulled from that case for a larcon gig. He shook his head once again and motioned for the man to lead the way. As quick as possible could wait, at least for a half an hour or so at least. He needed a pick-me-up. He blinked a few times, ran his hands through his ragged hair, and waited for the man to move before following shortly behind. "Sorry man... if ya can't tell it's been a looooooooong night... nearly a three day night to be exact." Just a little apology for sleeping through whatever the man might have said.

John." Brows furrowed," Don't start." Was Lara in a bad mood? No, just simply not a morning person. Never has been, never will be. Simple as that. Her words were crisp, her body righted into proper posture. It was as if someone had suddenly pumped her veins full of caffiene. There was a nod," I could do it myself you know." A shrug," But fine,fine." Hazel orbs stayed fixed on the kid until he dissapeared out the door," Bit of a young bloke don't you think?" Lady Croft quirked a curious brow. A bit of a cheeky grin manifested itself across her full lips as Mr CIA slipped behind the oven to change. Once he reappeared however it quickly dissapeared from her features innocently. She eyed his guns," Well. I am armed after a fashion." A slender hand spread her trench coat apart and showed the glinting shiney new engraved handle of her very recently aquired Golden Desert Eagle a gift from Jackie," Pretty isn't it ?" Lara seemed rather proud of it to say the least as an approving smile crossed her features. A scoff emitted from her lips slightly," The Yakuza know what I look like, they read the papers." Arms refolded allowing her trench coat to loosely hang on her form," Seem particularly fond of the gossip column." There was a snideness in the aristrocratic accent.She followed, her own combat boots silent against the floor a trick of the Tomb Raiding trade always keep light on your feet. Her gaze moved over the bike," Nice." But her tone hinted she had seen better and rode better aswell. She slipped on the bike behind me," Better yet how about I don't talk?" Sarcasm once more filled her tone," My American is simply horrid." With that she held on in the usual fashion one would.

There was a heavy sigh pulled from his lips after picking up the fact the blond haired detective had fallen asleep sitting there. But woken to the prospect of coffee. A hand was slapped against his face running down the length of it tucking the ticket away. He figured he might wait for the caffeine to kick in before attempting to re-explain who he was to Jake. Besides he could use a cup himself. Shifting his weight he stood once again pulling out the keys from his pocket and a small chirp sounded from the parked car which was only two spaces over. "Come on..up with you mate." His hand moved some helping the detective to his feet a bit quicker. A brow arched when the man spoke of Sara and shifted against his boots,"She's a bit preoccupied at the moment." He said simply and motioned "Come along..I'm this one." He had already started to move around from the junky car and past the black and white crusier before looking back. "I can understand mate..lets just 'ope a lil' coffee will 'elp ya out." He turned back around to face his own car while muttering under his breath 'and actually listen to what I say, than sawing logs..' he motioned the man to the passenger side door. "Its on the other side mate." He stepped to the right hand side of the car. The car was all black BMW M3, brought over from London thanks to a little help and was going to go back in for a few minor adjustments. He waited for Jake to get into the car before pulling out backwards into traffic. There were some honks before his tires spun while he shifted into gear. The car darted through a yellow, well more like orange/red light and he turned quickly another corner. Sheridan refrained from speaking for the idea that the sleep deprived detective might have dozed off the moment his bum hit the leather of the cush seats. Soon the car stopped parked infront of the nearest Starbucks and Terry looked over towards him. "Here mate.." opening the car door he stepped onto the sidewalk and headed in ordering his own coffee and motioning behind him "And I'll be paying for what ever 'es getting as well.." he leaned forwards against the counter "And make it the largest you've got."

Hops onto the bike and hands the only helmet, black with a mirrored black visor, back to Lara, "Keep this on and your coat closed." He enters a code into a keypad on the dash of the bike and revs the engine to life. He revs it a few times before taking off down the alley and onto a main street. Although it is early, the streets are still fairly crowded, John weaving in and around traffic. Arrives at Central Park and stops just inside an entrance, cutting the engine and getting off, "Stay here." He points down the path about a quarter mile, "He's there, feeding his pigeons. Let me go in first, if bad things happen, just wait here longer." John winks as he gets off the bike and walks around to the back, grabbing a zipper-equiped sweatshirt from a compartment and putting it on. Begins his walk down towards Ouijima Suchio, armed with two Glocks and a few extra magazines, and a plan in his head. His only hope is that Lara, for once, would stay put. He knows Ouijima is alone for sure, he has his sources, and of course that little ability of his, which is currently reading no immediate danger.

The Tomb Raider nodded," Alright." Amusement in her accent as she tucked her braid inside the helmet and pushed the visor onto her face. Hazel orbs payed close attention as they drove, sure enough at certain points through out the drive a man or even a woman would glance up and watch the bike go passed. Jackie was now keeping an eye on her even during the day. Very daring of him indeed esspecially since He knew very well she'd pick up on it. Once at the park she nodded," Yes sir." Mused the brit to the CIA Agent with a very smartassed tone indeed. A nod as John removed himself from the bike and she slipped forwad resting her arms across the handlebars," Good luck." She followed him with her eyes as he disspeared down the pathway and out of view with a sigh Lara removed the golden gun from her side and peered at it, inspecting the engravements once more before tucking it away again out of sight," Hm." Bored. She was a woman of a short attention span indeed as finger tips now drummed against the handles of the Bike.

He didn't fall asleep, but he was as close to it as one could possibly get. He revelled in the silence for a bit, and paid little to no attention to the way the man drove, though he noted it was a close match to his own driving style. He followed the Brittish man into the Starbucks, waited for his turn and ordered a a special thing that he was well known for, a triple espresso, no froth, with itty bitty mint chip thinggies in it. He took a small drink and his eyes shot open a bit. "Now that hit the spot!" He let the man pay, he wasn't about to turn down a free nine dollar cup of coffee. "Come on... lets have a bit of a chat." He was curious as to how, and why this man seemed to know something about Sara that he didn't... not that was anything new, really. When it came to Pez, he less than most, and it was mostly her own personal doing. He led the way to a table, and took a seat, followed by another drink from the large cup of coffee. "So tell me... it sounds like you know where Sara is. I tell you what, you fill me in, now, or I'll make that little ticket become a "big" problem." Ok... he could do that... but it would take a bit of time. He was the best bulffer at poker night with the guys, and he hoped it would pay off, even with his extreme lack of sleep. He was digging now. If Sara was in trouble, he'd have to work hard to and fast. Although, from everything he'd learned in the past, he checked his watch, sixty nine hours, it might not be that easy. The Mob, or something, mafia... some deep stuff was Pez involved in at stuff that was over his head. Over his head, out of his league, but not out of his hands. He'd do his damnedest, and that could be quite a bit. Just look at all he'd gone through, just to keep Sara out of some real trouble with Internal Affairs. He watched the man closely, and took another drink, scalding his mouth with the hot stuff, but merely letting out a soft whistle.

Walks up to Ouijima and smiles, bowing his head, speaking in Japanese with a perfect accent, "" John smiled politely and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, retrieving an unmarked package filled with cash. Ouijima nods and accepts the money as John hands it to him. He says to John, "" He smiles and bows his head to John, who returns the favor and bows back, "" John says as he turns and walks all the way back to Lara, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Grins a little, his fact then suddenly housing a more serious expression, his voice a more serious tone, "The code for the bike is 5-2-8-3-0. There's a cell phone in the back compartment, I'll contact you. Get rid of the other phone. Call the number in the phone to reach me. When a package is delivered to that penthouse you were at, call me immediately and do not open the package." Smiles once more and mock salutes Lara, "Always a pleasure. If the Yakuza give you any more problems, tell them you're a friend of the Coppolas, they'll back off. Show them the coin." He winks and walks on off down the sidewalk and out of the park, hopping in a cab and disappearing into the city.

Jackie simply sat in his meditative sitting position while in the confinements of his personal office located within the Dojo he owned. He was dressed for combat... in all black pants, the lower part of his full Gi, without the top matching with it though. He was exposed on the levels of upper body. It'd been a while since last he was here and he still had yet to hire some new loyal security officers. All the rest of the staffing was still there with exception to all the security guards that got killed by Ian. Nottingham was such a foolish man... a waste of Jackie's time and energy indeed... Let the fool try another crazy stunt like the one he had before. It'd be the last time he'd walk for the rest of his life span. Jackie's eyes remained closed for the time being as he sat there in total tranquility... no disturbances, for now anyways. All inside the dojo was peaceful and extremely quiet the silence itself was almost deafening to those unacquainted with it.

Head shook slightly watching the man as he fished out money from his pocket paying the tab.Taking his own coffee he moved to a table neatly tucked away in the back corner and waited for the Detective to have a few sips before he even bothered spending breath to talk. A brow arched over his eyes towards the man "Right then..you don't think you'll fall a sleep like last time do you, mate?" his own cup was set down on the table and he looked to the man. An idle threat. "Listen mate..I could be back in London with nothing to do about your American, parking violations, I just done like having things against me."Sheridan kept his cool rather well while watching the man. "I know quite a bit. It's what I do..and I'm fairly brilliant at it as well." He gave a shrug of his shoulder looking to him "But I'd say you'd need at least a full days worth of sleep before you get brought into this muck. Though I'm not sure Pezzini would be 'appy 'bout her partner joining up in this -game- with a former spy and a Tomb Raider." He left out Jackie, because where he was concerned.. that man wouldn't be working on any of the information the spy had. "But I figure you're a smart bloke, and will cooperate, 'specially if its on Sara's behalf." His fingers moved into his jacket putting the ticket on the table top between them. "Now 'ere's 'ow I see things. You take care of this. I let you in on the game" fingers moved around the cup picking it up to sip from it once more while watching the man. Lowering the cup some he paused. "But don't worry..I'm watching over her." He took another sip and set the cup down "Oh, where are my manners..Terry Sheridan. And seeing the state your car was in..you might just be needing my 'elp. After all, Detective Pezzini was partnered up with one Lara Croft, and taken from that serial killer case you two were working on while you out with your own little IA things." The spy gained a cheeky smirk looking at Jake. He'd done a bit of homework to find out what had been going on before Sara was pulled to work with Lara on that Book of the Dead case, and he was fairly sure that information wasn't that open especially around the NYPD offices.

Lara Scoffed," Right. It's not.." But before the Brit could say another word he was gone," Damned fast CIA." She muttered and started up the bike. Jackie would be interested about this one indeed. For a moment hazel orbs studied the pad on the bike," Hm. I wonder." Slender fingers pressed a few buttons and soon a map of New York City instantly came up on the screen of the bike. Her mind was full again, don't open the pakage, don't do this," He never lets me have any fun." Lara spoke to herself pouting beneath the helmet as she started revved the bike and took off," Now what was the name of that man's ruddy Dojo again?" She tore through New York weaving in and about the morning traffic with ease. The black trench coat she had place on herself as she left at six bloody am fanned out behind her like a cape almost as she rode the steel beast exposing the black essemble of shorts and a tank beneath. It wasn't a bad bike no, infact she hoped she could keep it while in New York. It felt good to ride something sleek and easily mauverable. A few horns honked impatiently as the British brat moved her way around them. Eyes flited a moment to the computer like screen as a small blinking red dot alerted her of where she was another blue dot alerted her she was close to destination. Once there she swerved the bike into a parking position, leaving a trail of burnt rubber behind the back tire as the kickstand went down. After leaving the helmet on the bike Lara slowly she entered the Dojo. A staff member looking at her a moment then finally got the nerve to speak," Excuse me...Lady Croft?" Of course, they knew who she was. The brit turned around," Yes?" The man nodded breifly," Mr Estacado is not expecting you...he's- -" However the british accent cut the man off," Just tell me where he is please. I'll be quiet as a mouse." She had a knack for openning any sort door quietly and this she did slowly slipping in and closing it behind her in the same fashion it had been openned. Not a sound. No boards creaking in the floor even her breathing was silent. Hazel irises fell on the man, half dressed. Slowly the Archeaologist allowed her tongue to graze across her lips at the sight she beheld.Carefully Lara leaned against the door, hands resting in her pockets and legs crossed at her ankles quite enjoying the view for now as she allowed him to finish his meditation. An amused look pressed slowly across her features as she betted against herself how quick he would take notice to not being alone in the room.

He listened intently to the brit, Terry was his name. Ok so he couldn't pull out a bluff, but it seemed he wouldn't need to. "A spy? I take it to be you, and I can only assume this Tomb Raider is the "Lady" and I use the term loosely, Lara Croft. I don't much about her, but it seems trouble has a certain afinity for her.. and if she's involved... god help me." He shook his head, and then took another look at the ticket as drained a bit more coffee. He gripped the thing and tore it up right there, "Taken care of. Now, care to fill me in?" Sure it was an easy out, but he'd take care of it officially later, for now that would do. Another drink of the "Hype-Juice" he drank on a regular basis, "Now for your end..." He leaned back and waited, he had caught his... oh... thirtieth second wind, and was no longer tired. He had a feeling he would, as the man said, want a good day's sleep before he actually got "involved." He had to know what the hell was going on around this place first of all. He waited, paitently, or as close to it as he could be. He took another scalding drink, and amazingly drained the rest of the steaming liquid adrenaline. He could feel the stuff working it's magic already, but knew it was a temporary thing, like a drug, it would fade quickly, and he'd want more. He wouldn't have it though, if he was going to need to sleep, that would be it.

A strong exhale came from within him and out into the world. He was just about finished with his mental training. He programmed himself sort of like a programmer would a machine. The machine being his own mind while he was the main programmer. Gradually, he would set both hands down to reach the ground. His arms flexed, huge biceps were configured with bulging muscle. Jackie was well trained and it had definitely been a little while since he was able to continue training. His blue colored pupils appeared as he gave a gaze to Lara. Both hands pushed down and with that he quickly undid the positioning of his legs from the cross. After doing this, he'd swiftly kick himself upwards with the momentum used in pushing himself up by hands. His body twisted with balance on the ground, supported by his right hand. His body was upside down for a quick 2 seconds till he turned and brought them heavily back down, hands at his sides and feet firmly placed onto the ground. He would then walk towards Lara, hands now placed behind his back, holding one another into place upon the area of his lower back. His eyes stared her down for a moment as he came to a stop directly in front of her... "Surprised you came to visit me here... didn't think you'd know I was even here. I could've been out chasing other females."... he said his comment very jokingly, wondering what she'd say in response to him. Everything was always done to simply see a reaction from another.

"You catch on quick..yes I'm former British Intelligence." He had already finished off his own coffee and gave a small nod "Were Lara's concerned..trouble always finds those working with her and this is no acceptation." There was a small chuckle. "Glad to see were on the same playing field." His hands now clasped together as he leaned against the table some lowering his British voice. "It's all started with this Egyptian Book of the Dead, and some other missing artifacts. Hence the Tomb Raiders involvement. She came over and got Sara to be re-assigned to the case, being that she's the savvy Detective she is, while you were away. My envelopment is more by chance than by planning. We 'ad a bit of a run it at the 'Isotory Museum with Nottingham who was stealing the book. Nottingham was working under one Kenneth Irons. I'm sure you've 'eard of 'im. And that's 'ow I got dragged in." form shifted and he glanced about before looking back to Jake. "to speed up the story..we 'ad a bit of a gun fight with one mafia man, Jackie Estacdo. Who is taken with Lara..bit of problems there cause assassinations were sent out after 'er for it. We all ended up injured and in different places. Nottingham ended up taking Sara to Irons place which is were she is now. But don't worry..this far she's safe and treated fairly well by the bloke. Being that I've got a few connections..i've been able to make two secret meetings with Sara given her a few toys or -Bond gadgits- as you Americans are so fond of that 007 shit from 'ow many movies of those you all 'ave. Anyway. Oh yes. She's got some things that will 'elp 'er out. And a direction contact to me. And I've been watching over Iron's things closely. That should bout bring you up to speed. Any questions?"

A brow arched. Took about the time she suspected. A slow sheepish grin expressed now, replacing the amusement at first. Hazel orbs took on an impressed sparkle about them and a nod of approval as he did his little display of physical power. Her expression became all the more sheepish again as thoughts pressed in and out and around her mind," Mm." Handes remained comfortably in her pockets as he walked over Lara remained against the door, brownish-green eyes fixed on the blue ones of Jackie," Impressive. I've never seen such a display in daylight."The tone was cheeky. Yes of course once a tease always a tease. Her full lips kept that amused feature to them as she listened too him," I took a lucky guess on your being here and I doubt considering we both know who has the faster gun that you would chase other women." Chuckle, chuckle. Now to business," I need to let you in on something else about me I'm not sure you are aware of." She paused a moment allowing that much to sink in before the 'Lady' continued ,"See, because the governments of the world think I'm too good of an archeaologist, tomb raider whatever you wish to call it. Well, they have hired a CIA Agent to keep an eye on me for them. His name is John Bishop, and he knows about my problem with your favorite Japaneze Mafia and is trying to help so if you see him aloft don't shoot him okay?"

He groaned audibly, "Yeah.. I'm gonna want to sleep for this one alright. Estacado... and Irons... shit man.... this is just not been my week." He shook his head and closed his eyes a second. He had no questions to ask.. this was all pretty cut and dry to him. He was no stupid surfer kid, he was actually more intelligent than half of the actual doctors in the state fo New York, but he rarely let on to that fact. He took a deep breath, "I would bet my left nut that just going and asking for him to let Pez go is out. And I'd bet my right that this is not a one man job..." He huffed a bit and mumbled something about frying pans and asses, and then stood slowly. "Well, I guess I better head home... and get that well suggested sleep. I have a feelin I'm about to need it." It was a long walk, but that would give time to formulate a plan, or some semblance of one at least. This was a task for the SWAT team, or the army or something, not a lone cop and spy. "Shit, and fans... I think that pretty well covers it all right now." He shook his head and stepped away from the table and out the door quickly. He made his way off and down the street, he lived about twelve blocks east, and really wanted to get some sleep, now.

A smirk contained the rest of his emotion, or for the matter was the only expression he thought suitable for her comments. She was always going to be just Lara Croft. The hottest new tease in his life. He didn't move for the most part, but just stood there listening to her words. A little chuckle escaping him, barely audible though... "Mmmhhmmm... Well, you haven't taken the time to get to know me physically... The Darkness isn't my source of power. You know I gotta stay in shape, just in case someone like you comes along and tries to shoot at my belt buckle and get my pants off."... he again laughed during the comment made, which of course signified that he wasn't gonna die by any other means but having someone take on his kids. He removed the grasp between his own hands then set himself into a lean by pressing a right hand onto the door behind her. He thought a moment on the name, John Bishop, he hadn't heard that one but he figured sooner or later the two would finally meet... "Well, I guess I'll ask for a name next time I get into trouble with someone. That way I don't kill him then find out who he is."

And that's how things were left and a brow arched watching the other leave in his bustle. A hand unclasped and moved up through his hair while he shifted once again in the seat before getting up himself. He only hoped that Sara wouldn't turn into Lara about the fact he involved Jake. After all who knew how much help they would need. And he refused to have Jackie be one of them. if he could he would have rather not dealt with the man at all, but he knew that was more that unlikely, it was practically impossible. But now it looked like Sheridan was on his one once again. Lone Spy. Tucking his hands into his pockets he headed out the doors of the coffee shop and towards the BMW. What could he do. He had to wait to check the systems if Sara got them in place. And then there was still Gabriel he could met and talk with, as he'd been informed the boy knew his shit and kept an ear to the ground. And then of course there was Lara. There was still plenty of questions that he hadn't gotten the chance to ask her about thanks to the arrival of Jackie. The chirp of the car once again and he slid inside against the leather seats. They also needed to start tying to come up with a plan. Shooting from the hip wasn't going to work against Irons. The car started and he shifted into gear and pulled away onto the street, his finger pressed a button on the cell phone he attached to a holder on the dash putting an ear piece in before his voice sounded in the car, "Call Lara Croft.". he was heading down towards Cheng's shop to have the few upgrades done that he requested. Moving out and into the freeway traffic he headed down towards Chinatown while a ring now started in his phone. Glancing over his shoulder he merged into another lane and them moved back into the other after passing another car. The black m3 moved in and out of the cars as if it was an ant scurrying around. He cut of a minivan as he was exiting and the ring sounded again in his ear and he muttered slightly, before turning down the street he needed.

Hazel orbs eyed the smirk, returning one back slowly as the corners of her mouth lifted just slightly. Rather more of a smirk then a grin so to speak," That so?" Sheepish was the expression that now came across her face. Slowly a slender hand slipped into the folds of her trench coat still present on her figure. A moment later a certain gun flashed it's golden hilt and twirled into her hand, the barrel pressing teasingly, dangerously against the waist of his pants. However, she did not click a bullet into place. Merely flirting, nothing more. Flirting with danger sure, but she got his jist of it all sure enough. Eyes followed his movements," Hm." Lara's clever, keen gaze fell on his arm a moment then returned to his face. The auburn braided head tilted off to one side coyly as the gun remained as it was," Good, because I don't think you killing a CIA Agent would look too good." Was she worried about him? Yes. But something told the Raider he probly had indeed killed a CIA or someone along the same lines before. Again her eyes drifted to his arm, it almost seemed like the Hitman was trying to box her in so to speak or at least keep her from leaving his office. She gazed about the room slowly, finding the decor apleasing indeed. Comfortable and relaxing, but worth to conduct business matters and even train in. Suddenly a ringing sound emitted," Bugger." Her free hand came to pull a small silver cell phone from her trench coat as she flipped it open and placed it to her ear," Lady Croft speaking." hazel orbs drifted to rest on Jackie a moment as if to say this should only take maybe a few minutes if even that.

He would place focus on the gun that was at his waist. She was something special alright and he knew this from the start. His eyes thwarted back up to once again take in her image... "Only you were ever bold enough to point one of my own weapons at me."... he placed a free hand on the barrel of the gun then slowly slid it upwards, taking the aim off of him and placing it to the ceiling. He thought about his past experience with assassinations and just chuckled slightly... "Well... I don't think me killing a CIA agent would look like anything... I'm on point with my Sniping skills. But that's a whole different subject."... He took his arm from off of the wall then replaced the setting of his hand to Lara's face. Gentle & smooth fingers along her cheek. He snuck in and stole a kiss from her lips, whether she expected it or not. He did so noting the phone's ringing. And with that he took some steps back and walked towards his desk, a row of shelves behind it... "Baby, I'm gonna go handle some other things... We'll talk later on. Call me whenever you get that urge."... with that he turned his attention away from Lara and to the shelves. One particular book stood out amongst the rest and that book would be the switch to his exit to the secret room along the walls of the Office. With this entry, he would be allowed to go anywhere in the dojo. The shelves moved towards him then parted ways to the left and right, forming a walkway for Jackie. He didn't leave just yet, awaiting Lara's response.

The car slowed as he turned pulling into the open garage of Chang's place when he heard the phone answer, he glanced into the rearview mirror after stopping the car and stepping out. Picking the phone that was still attached to the ear piece. "Didn't think you'd pick up love." He moved while Chang came out into the garage looking at him while whipping his greasy hands on a rag. His form moved from the car closing the door and he spoke again "Listen, meet me for lunch. Unless, you've plans with Mister Darkness." His form shifted walking past Cheng opening the office door as he walked slipping in side the air conditioned office like area of the shop, "You pick the place and the time, I'll be there. I've some questions." He looked over his shoulder to a few of Cheng's shop guys and then that was the end of his conversation hanging up the phone he took the piece from his ear. Pressing his back against the wall he waited while Cheng came back into the office. "Something wrong, Mister Sheridan?" terry looked over him "No, just thought I might as well get the modifications put in. while I've the time, before things get..busy." there was a nod from the asian man "Ah, I see. We get straight to work..all the parts are in and ready." A small smile pulled up from his lips "Wicked.." and he moved into the larger area of the office dropping into a chair kicking his boots up on top of an old Caddy hood. A few of the men watched him and whispered before going back to their work. Cheng came back over towards him "You planning to stay here, while it's being worked on?" a brow arched from the British man "No. I'm going to take the bike. If things go as planned I've a lunch. You can call me when it's finished." Cheng gave another nod then headed out to the car while Sheridan closed his eyes for a moment draping his arms across his chest.

There was an amused snicker from her lips as she placed the gun back to rest at the waist the shorts she wore still from last night," Of course Luv." Slyly Lara winked at him as her slender hand rested across the bottom of the cellphone while she spoke to Jackie. Idly she pondered who would be calling her, a few names came to mind. A brow arched tentively," I would assume you're sniping skills are well up to par if not beyond." Lara gave the man credit, he did have skills indeed and in more then just his quote prefession. Eyes briefly closed at the kiss, his touch thrilling as always. Something about a dangerous man, well this particular dangerous man seemed to get to a point with her. Possibly because he was making a valid effort then most did. Intruth she was not expecting the kiss, but it was indeed a nice surprize and she almost dropped her cellphone," Huh...oh Terry." The english accent sounded very distracted as the Brit struggled to regain at least some composure," Sure. No no plans He's got business to attend to." Hazel orbs swept a gaze at Jackie with a nod. Baby? He was the first to ever call her that, must be a New York thing," Seems I have plans aswell. Don't worry nothing to worry about." In her mind her words went on, of course people will be watching me for you. Naturally she expected it, esspecially with Terry," Hm. Lunch?" She thought a moment," There's a small sushi bar near Sara's precint meet me there. Bye." With that she hung up and looked to Jackie, before sauntering over a moment. For the hell of it and just to assure him she knew what was between them now, Lara's left hand came to rest a moment against the man's bare chest as she leaned forward placing a rather intense strong and passioned kiss apon his lips," Mm. Dare say that gets better everytime." her tone almost within a husky sense as she pulled back," Maybe later I'll call hm?" An oh so wicked grin flashed across her features," Be careful Jackie." With that she turned to walk away from him and towards the door," Don't worry about me, I'll be a good girl." A clever wink was given as she gazed at him over her shoulder," Promise." With that a little wave of slender fingers as she placed them on the door knob and started to slip out.

He stayed in place, allowing her to come to him. His eyes took full note of her reactions to his touch and kiss. His magical touch always helped him in the department where words weren't as easily spoken. He noticed that she almost dropped her cell phone, he would only grin and present a low chuckle. He stared her down as she came close to him, her hand pressed against his chest. Then her own gift of a kiss would be given to him. With their lips intertwined together, he could feel and sense that what they had was strong. Either way he trusted her judgement. With a light poke to her side he stepped back and started for his exit... "I'll be expecting your call then, till next we speak."... He looked at her as the shelves slowly resealed and placed back into their original place. He would watch her go to the door and wave, his own wave to counter her's. With that he disappeared from sight.

His eyes rolled for a moment he could tell the distraction in Lara's voice and his nose wrinkled slightly at the prospect of sushi, yet still he'd let her choose. His own fault. His jaw tightened slightly when she spoke and then of course he caught sound of the other voice from the phone. After the call ended he brought a mock tone to his voice " ..least 'es a real man..." eyes rolled once more when he saw one of the other men staring at him. "Whut?" he barked slightly and the guy turned going back to his work. Shaking his head some he rubbed the back of his neck before deciding to get up. "Just don't let it get under your skin, Terry.." he muttered to himself as he opened the door again picking up his black helmet from the wall were it was hung over the black Ducatti. "Sushi..blah."He pulled the helmet on and flipped down the visor of it. His boot moved against the kick start and the engine revved. Cheng looked out from the wind shield of the m3 where he was installing some new systems into the console. The back tire spun and smoked slightly before Sheridan tore out of the garage. The bike moved forwards gaining speed, now as he zipped up the on ramp to the freeway. Both black forms were as a blur moving past the windows of cars not really ever in one lane. Right, left, right. The bike shifted once again and he moved across three lanes of traffic to the exit. Leaning into the turn he straighten as he got to the street. There were stopped cars in front of him, clearly from a recent accident one car blocked most of the intersection while the other had t-boned the one. Brows narrowed slightly, there were other cars around blocking most of the intersection. Revving the engine the bike moved forwards and he pulled his weight back the bikes front tire moved up the trunk of the car that had been t-bone. Up and over. People on the street were shouting as he went. Once back on the street he was moving around slower cars back to where he had started his day. Now the bike moved onto the sidewalk as the sushi place came into his sights and he pulled the bike to a quick stop just close to it. Getting off his hands slid up removing the black helmet putting it on the bike while adjusting his jacket. There was a little bell ring as the door opened and he stepped inside.

Lara walked out the door after watching the mysterious Mr Estacado dissapear from view. A slight laugh escaped her full lips as she recalled his amusement in his effect over her. However, Jackie was not the only man with said effect. Afterall just last night hadn't Terry ended up making her drop the flowers with crashng results into the sink? So indeed he had. Lara left with little problem from the Dojo and returned to the Bike John had left in her she hoped perment care. Apon entering the code the beast roared to life and the kickstand came up and she was gone Back into traffic, and back into her mind's old habit. Jackie, Terry,Jackie Terry. The Brit almost found this distracting to her, but she would deal as it is impossible to shut off one's brain. What sort of questions did Terry have in mind? And could they keep this civil? Time would tell as she neared the sushi bar. Hazel orbs glanced from the side out the tinted helmet visor at Sara's precint as she passed by. Poor Sara, the Bombshell wondered how she was holding up. Prehaps Mr Sheridan would have news on that aswell. This gave Lara so hope of civilery between them at lunch as she pulled with screeching results to the curb before her place of destination.She saw no sign of Terry. Either he hadn't arrived yet or had and was inside. Removing her helmet Lara left it to rest on the seat and stroll inside," Lady Croft it's been long time since I see you last!" A short chinese older man bounded forward greating the tall Brit as she smiled," Yes it has been a long time Ming." He nodded," On the house anything you wish, have you brought Miss Pezzini with you?" Sadly Lara shook her head," No, but another friend." Hazel orbs fell on Terry," He's with me." Ming nodded," I see. Well sit down and I'll get you something yeah?" She smiled with a nod and looked to Terry again as she sat," Hello." Her tone wasn't friendly, but wasn't mean either. More like nice. Ming eagerly looked at the two,' So what you have?" Miss Tough as Nails thought a moment," Hm. For now some California Rolls. Lobster if you please and shrimp." Ming nodded, turning around and began prepairing Lara's order," To drink I feel like a scotch." Seeing as earlier she had gotten cheated out of finishing one. Hazel orbs then zeroed in on Terry," Let's get down to business shall we?"

Lara had arrived before he had and he took note of the other bike that had been out front. Form shifted when he had entered and found Lara easily. Now eyes moved to the man who was with here, clearly pleased to see the woman in his restaurant. A brow quirked slightly as he moved sitting across from Lara at the table. There was only a nod from him as he picked up a menu from the table. Eyes moved over the menu and still his nose wrinkled slightly, he wasn't the largest fan of raw fish and seaweed wrapped things. Finally he found something that looked as though it might be eadible. "Misou soup and a beer." Watching the man bustle away he looked up at Lara "Right then.." he ran a hand in his hair some before clasping his hands together on the table. "I already know about Gabriel from Sara. 'Ere 'es the kid to talk to for certain things. I've been watching Iron's and something defiantly up. Including the fact Sara's being treated so well. The opera, fine dinners, fancy dresses.. perfume 'ell even a fancy neckalace. Let 'er out for a short while to gather things from her apartment, few personal affects." There was a small nod of his head when the drinks arrived and he took a sip of his while watching Lara,"But problem is, we 'aven't got any sort of plan and still details are missing. I met up with Jake McCarthy..who'd been doing a little I.A. work when Sara was re-assigned to the book case." Form shifted while he watched her movements some before glancing out the window. "Iron's is keeping good watch of things. Being all 'good company' with Sara makes me wonder what 'es really got up 'is sleeve." Hands unclasped as his back leaned back against the chair and he rubbed his cheek slightly. He was being nothing but business, it was keeping his mind off other things. There was a pause as he thought some, looking away once again. "I don't want Jackie knowing anything about what I'm doing.I'm asking for your trust on this, Lara." His eyes looked back towards the Tomb Raider, while his accented voice held a warning tone in it. "You trust 'im as you please. But I'm not. Iron's got his finger over a dangerous button..with Jackie involved would make things worse. Risky. Its already bad enough with irons 'aving Sara, and Nottingham tossed in the mix." He stopped talking when the food arrived.

She listened intently, remaining silent for the most part. A nod here, a look there which conveyed her attention was placed on Terry indeed," I got to meet Mr Bowman, nice chap really." The Brit nodded to Ming as their drinks came and took a good solid long washing of her scotch down, figuring it might help her keep civil. Soon the food came," Thank you." She gave the man a respecting bow from her seated position, inwhich he kindly returned back," Anything you need lemme know Lady Croft." Lara nodded with a smile, before almost sharply turning her gaze onto Terry. His first big mistake of the afternoon already," For the sake of this I plan to hold my temper to a point."Hazel eyes narrowed promptly," Don't. Push. Me. However." Unknown to Terry the woman was indeed armed, but of course she was well aware in the likelyhood so was he," Problem being Jackie already knows to a point. He and I had a good talk last night and I was right about what I said." She left it at that, Terry would get her drift indeed," Don't make this petty Terry. And anyhow if we go at Irons at night, or even during the day Jackie could prove as an excellent distraction." Lara was falling back onto the orginal plan she had had going," Also I was intouch recently with another friend of Sara's a Miss Patience also known as The Magdalena, she seemed eager to lend her help in this if needed." Under the table Lara's long legs crossed as she inched out of the trench coat placing it too her side and removing the golden gun from her waist placing it within the folds of the coat as she once again looked to Terry," My plan was for you, myself and who else is around Ivan or Magdalena can get inside Irons' place while Jackie and or his guns and the Darklings provide us with a distraction." The Brit laughed a moment," Personally I would find it rather amusing to watch Nottingham try to deal with those insane annoying pestlings. Irons aswell." Lara paused to eat some of her ordered food. As always it was beyond good," Hm. But even during the day, you think I'm a mad woman with my weapons...Jackie is formitable to my par." The woman waited, waited for this to be shot down and torn apart by Terry now as she returned to eating and drinking in silence after ordering a second scotch.*

You enjoy making things difficult don't you Lara?" there was a definite sigh that pulled past his lips. The beer lifted as he took a swig setting the bottle down looking at her. "I'm not pushing anything.. all I asked was one simple thing." He turned his attentions to his soup and there was nothing but silence for his part. As it always seemed everything was turned against him. Shoulders moved some, petty now. Just as the woman he was armed, he always had a weapon on him. He put his tongue in his cheek from making comment upon her and Jackie sharing presenters with one another last night. He'd left and gotten to see Sara, and get her things that may just come in handy For the longest time he had said nothing at all, only eating his soup and once it was finished he took to his beer once more. Swallowing he set the bottle down "Fine, Lara.." he said simply lifting the bottle once again. "Nothings going to 'appen until, I know more about what's going on inside Iron's place. And that's my plan. Sara's taken care of..and she's a way to contact me directly." There was another pause once more from the spy "..But should she ever give me the word. The plans disbanded." He hated to have said it, but that's what Sara had told him. The detective didn't want friends put in graves because of her. But if he knew the Tomb Raider she wouldn't have given up that easy. Eyes looked towards her still as she ate, and then spoke of Jackie once again. There wasn't even a fake amused smile or twitch of his lips from her small amusement to the darklings. Nothing. Not even a twitch of his brow was issued towards it. Clearly he'd fallen back upon his training. "Well you never could miss your mark." Form shifted slightly as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket pulling out a twenty and setting it tucked between the sauce bottles on the table. Eyes shifted up as the man returned once again with another scotch for Lara and arms crossed against his chest some.