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Disclaimer: Weiss is not mine, Project Weiss and some other people have that honour. Not me. I do however own Anna and if you for any reason want to use her for your own work please ask me first – but if you don't at least credit me for her.
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 8
The man sat in the shadowy office alone. The other employees had long since left, but the man seemed not to notice. He was deep in thought.
The "business deal" he had sealed with a certain assassin over an hour ago, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease...it had gone well, too well. He knew that the American would see through his plan but he had expected more of a fight, and that made him nervous. Rosenkreuz had contacted him almost instantly after the girl was found to exist and be "at large" as they referred to her as.
They knew he had information so it was no use playing dumb, instead he played the game the only way he knew how.
"Pay me," he had said, "If you want information then you pay going market rate."
He had then swung into the second phase of his plan, having successfully cornered Rosenkreuz for the time being. He wasn't stupid enough to think he had permanently cornered them. He rang Brad Crawford, thinking that if he played his cards right he could get rid of Rosenkreuz completely by saying, honestly, that he had no idea where the girl was. He could also, if everything went according to plan, Schwarz would gain the much-needed tactical advantage against their enemies.
What disturbed the man most however, was that Schwarz had more enemies than they realised, and yet their leader had accepted the new recruit almost without hesitation.
This brough the other problem he was contemplating to mind. There was a reason he had chosen this dangerous path – he could have easily handed the girl over to Rosenkreuz, but he hadn't. He had given, possibly, the most wanted psychic on the planet to a group of mis-matched assassins, and they had accepted their rare gift without even knowing what it's true value was.
"Do you really understand what you've taken on, Crawford? Or are you walking blind-folded onto the battlefield?"
The man pulled an expensive Cuban cigar from the top pocket of his well cut charcoal suit and lit the end, taking a long drag of it's particularly potent fumes. He released the white cloud that had wormed it's way into his lungs and muttered,
"Not that you are alone..."
He say down, this though had not occurred to him. Perhaps that was why the usually formidable opponent that was Brad Crawford had been so easily coerced into agreement.
"Do you think you can take on what Rosenkreuz is planning with a child, a playful Telepath and a crazy man? Or do you honestly not know a thing? Blessed with Precognition as you are, do you honestly not know a thing?"
He took another long drag on the cigar, he was in a dangerous position, he seemed to be almost constantly there. However, this was probably the most dangerous place he had ever found himself in. His life was hanging in the balance – either side could and might kill him ruthlessly, but stubborn as he was, he refused to believe he had made the wrong choice. There was no other way.
A/N: Different, huh?
Disclaimer: Weiss is not mine, Project Weiss and some other people have that honour. Not me. I do however own Anna and if you for any reason want to use her for your own work please ask me first – but if you don't at least credit me for her.
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 8
The man sat in the shadowy office alone. The other employees had long since left, but the man seemed not to notice. He was deep in thought.
The "business deal" he had sealed with a certain assassin over an hour ago, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease...it had gone well, too well. He knew that the American would see through his plan but he had expected more of a fight, and that made him nervous. Rosenkreuz had contacted him almost instantly after the girl was found to exist and be "at large" as they referred to her as.
They knew he had information so it was no use playing dumb, instead he played the game the only way he knew how.
"Pay me," he had said, "If you want information then you pay going market rate."
He had then swung into the second phase of his plan, having successfully cornered Rosenkreuz for the time being. He wasn't stupid enough to think he had permanently cornered them. He rang Brad Crawford, thinking that if he played his cards right he could get rid of Rosenkreuz completely by saying, honestly, that he had no idea where the girl was. He could also, if everything went according to plan, Schwarz would gain the much-needed tactical advantage against their enemies.
What disturbed the man most however, was that Schwarz had more enemies than they realised, and yet their leader had accepted the new recruit almost without hesitation.
This brough the other problem he was contemplating to mind. There was a reason he had chosen this dangerous path – he could have easily handed the girl over to Rosenkreuz, but he hadn't. He had given, possibly, the most wanted psychic on the planet to a group of mis-matched assassins, and they had accepted their rare gift without even knowing what it's true value was.
"Do you really understand what you've taken on, Crawford? Or are you walking blind-folded onto the battlefield?"
The man pulled an expensive Cuban cigar from the top pocket of his well cut charcoal suit and lit the end, taking a long drag of it's particularly potent fumes. He released the white cloud that had wormed it's way into his lungs and muttered,
"Not that you are alone..."
He say down, this though had not occurred to him. Perhaps that was why the usually formidable opponent that was Brad Crawford had been so easily coerced into agreement.
"Do you think you can take on what Rosenkreuz is planning with a child, a playful Telepath and a crazy man? Or do you honestly not know a thing? Blessed with Precognition as you are, do you honestly not know a thing?"
He took another long drag on the cigar, he was in a dangerous position, he seemed to be almost constantly there. However, this was probably the most dangerous place he had ever found himself in. His life was hanging in the balance – either side could and might kill him ruthlessly, but stubborn as he was, he refused to believe he had made the wrong choice. There was no other way.
A/N: Different, huh?