A/N: Now I know this is kind of a slow chapter, but everything will start to pick up speed soon, in the mean time Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Small talk with Sands
The painting was really beautiful with mostly light colouring, strong lining and soft shading. A stranger wouldn't remember the face in the painting to be mine, but with the pink pajamas it obviously was. I liked it though, I even looked better in the painting than I did in real life. I smiled at the artist and said as much. The details were amazing and I went on praising the painting for a full two minutes until the artist pushed the painting in my hands. I looked up confused, did he want me to buy the painting? I told him I had no money with me, but he just put the painting down next to me shook his head.
"You're just going to give it to me?" I asked, but he refused to answer. I was moved by his generosity, nobody had ever just given me something just like that. If it turned out this wasn't really a dream, this would be the first thing I owned besides the pajamas I was wearing. It wasn't even something I'd bought with Morra's money. Just that made it even more valuable to me. I got distracted by a black expensive-looking car with shaded windows that came riding on the intersection to park next to the red bus. Before he was about to walk away I called out to the artist to wait. I carefully put the painting that was the size of around A3 on the bench and quickly walked up to the black car.
When I got close to the car the drivers side window was lowered and the familiar face of Sands appeared. Feeling assertive and still a bit obligated to at least give the young artist something for his work, I spoke up.
"Good to see you Sands, quickly give me a few hundreds. I'm sure you have a bit of cash with you."
"Miss Pink-Pajamas, I see now. You're indeed hard to miss."
"I know right. Now hurry and give the money before he leaves."
"What on earth are you talking about?" But despite the fact that he had ignored my command earlier he was taking out his wallet.
"I want to buy a painting, but the artist is leaving."
"Looks to me he already left you the painting."
"That painting is worth too much to take for free, now give me the money already, I'm sure you can get it reimbursed from you boss if you tell him. He did agree to give me money to spend."
"Yes, I was informed." He said with condescension, but he gave me a few notes of fifties regardless.
"Alright, I'll be right back then." I said ignoring his tone and I dashed off after the artist, who was now clearing his stuff and easel to head somewhere else. When I caught up with him, I called out. He stopped and looked back, but he still refused to say anything.
"I know you were going to give me the painting, but it's so beautiful I can't take if for free, here it's not much but take these." I said as I tried to put the notes in his hands, but he just kept shaking his head. I don't know why he wouldn't talk, but I though of something then.
"Please, don't see it as payment then, see it as a commission so I can see your next work? Use the money to make more wonderful paintings." After I said this he seemed to hesitate for a bit, but he took the money in the end. Satisfied I smiled at him and wished him well and good luck on his next painting.
I turned around and walked back to bench to get the painting before going to the car. Closing in I saw Sands, who had stepped out of the car by now, size me up. Even though I was familiar with him on screen it was a whole different story in person. I'm not even all that small with 5,8 ft, yet the guy was still towering over me. I estimated he was a good 6,4 ft and it finally made sense that he always seemed so much taller than Finch, especially in the shirt scene.
"Well, thanks for picking me up, but before we go to the hotel I want to go buy a few things first; namely some toiletries and clothes, that includes underwear just so you know." I said with some cheek.
"After lunch I want to go to the hotel to shower and then get a haircut afterwards. I want to be at the hotel for dinner and rest before meeting Mr. Morra. I don't plan to cause you too much trouble Mr. Sands, so as long as you make sure neither my painting nor I get damaged, we'll both have a peaceful and pleasant day."
I could see the astonishment on his face and I had to stifle a chuckle to avoid aggravating his temper too much. I didn't want this forced collaboration starting off too stale. I knew that Sands wasn't exactly a good guy, but he wasn't without redeeming qualities either. I have some morals, but I am certainly not the epitome of goodness either, so frankly I didn't hate him. I guess that was why I liked both Sen. Morra in the series and could see the point in his methods. But I also did applaud Brian for his stubbornness to stay on the moral high ground. And stubbornness I had, I stuck to my own rules, it was just that those rules were just a bit more questionable than Brian's. To come right out, I usually didn't judge, because most of the time I simply didn't care, only caring about what I gained from most relationships. Call me materialistic or sociopathic, but sometimes simply gaining someone to talk to was already enough for me to call someone a friend. However the point stayed, that I used people too, the only difference in being, what for. In that sense I felt some affinity with the man, since he was just as amoral and brusque in dealing with everything as me, maybe even more so. At least in Sands case, he was honest about it. Even going so far to become the villain.
Even though I was used to using people, being able outright boss them around was rare. And I liked every second of it. The funny thing was that Sands was used to being bossed around too, only I knew from the show he liked it far less than he showed. I guess that was why he decided to break off from Sen. Morra later on. So I tried to at least keep the demanding attitude to a minimum. After I carefully put the painting on the back seat I looked back at Sands. He'd schooled his features back to his neutral face, but he said nothing.
I walked past him to the other side of the car and got into the front seat, passenger side. I could see him pause, but then got in himself. He stepped on the gas and we drove around for a while. I looked out the window and lazily enjoyed the sights of New York I had never in person seen before. It was amazing to see the city become so alive right before me. The amount of cars driving around was staggering and the blazing of horns and bells was overwhelming. I was trying to make some idle conversation, but Sands remained stoic and quiet. I didn't mind talking by myself for a while though, but I soon grew tired of it. I was about to reach for the radio to turn on some music when things took a drastic turn. From his left side he suddenly drew a gun on me.
I pulled back my hands in shocked reflex. But forced myself to relax right after, counting backwards from 5 to calm myself.
"Time to tell, little miss. Where did you get your information from? Who are you working for?"
I inhaled deeply, 3... and exhaled 2... and when I reached zero I put on a smile... Again he seemed startled. But he had asked a question.
"Now, now Mr. Sands no need for that. I am working for none other than myself." I faced him head on forcing my nerves down by force. "As for how I know, now that would be telling. It seems to me you should be more concerned about what I will do with said info, rather than how I got it." I couldn't stop myself from winking in a playful manner.
"You seem awfully calm, you do know I could kill you right now, right?"
"Funny, Mr. Morra said much the same thing." I said my smile widening. "I know you're not ordered to kill me Sands, he's more careful than that, since you don't know if something unexpected will happen if you kill me."
"What unexpected things?" His tone even more threatening than before, but I refused to relent.
"You think I would dare do this, without any safeguards in place? I'm sure an anonymous message to the right people about this drug and our dear Senator-to-be would, at the very least, sink his political career. Now how about you put that thing away, it serves no purpose, I'd rather you focus on driving or we'll never get anywhere."
If it was possible he seemed even more grumpy after that, but he did as he was told and put the gun away.
"Alright then, where to first?" He grumbled.
"The first department store is fine. I really need some clothes and a hairbrush and a toothbrush."
Whether the day passed slow or quick, it was hard to tell. I was looking anxiously forward to the evening, but I was enjoying everything as well. Despite initially being uncomfortable in the first department store as I had to go and pick everything out while still being stared at for being in my Pajamas. After changing into some comfy jeans and a loose top with a black leather jacket it only got better. After buying mostly casual clothing and all the daily necessities like the aforementioned hairbrush and toothbrush I went on to make-up and hair-products. Naturally I had taken a bathroom-break to clean myself up a little after the first stop, so I no longer looked like someone who just rolled out of bed. I had a lot of fun buying everything that took my fancy. I'm sure I bought at least 4 pair shoes right there and then.
Before I knew it I started to get extremely hungry and I realized I had skipped breakfast and it was already lunch-time. I looked to the back-seat of the car that was full of shopping-bags by now. I felt the fluttery feeling of excitement in my stomach I'd never felt this worry-free before. I could could get anything I wanted right now, I bet if I wanted to buy a sports-car or maybe even a house I could probably do it. I wondered if it would get a rise out of Sands though. He'd been completely quiet the whole time after that thing with the gun. Not that I minded much though, he paid for all the stuff I asked for. He even carried the bags if I told him to, not that I did so unless my own hands were full though. He drove me where I wanted and he let me put on the radio now. He mostly stayed out of my way while I was shopping not hovering all too close, but I knew he was keeping a careful eye on me as I could feel his gaze follow me everywhere except when I was in the changing rooms.
His gaze intensified every time I came out though, but I ignored it all. A few times when I was just coming out of the changing rooms I could tell he was on the phone, although he hung up every time I came too close to overhear. It was part of his job though, so I just pretended I was some really rich lady and that he was just my body-guard. Because in simple terms at this moment it was true. It was so fun I wondered if I would ever be able to give this up. After all I did intent to change the dynamics a bit after tonight, but if all went to plan it shouldn't become any worse than this.
We were in the car again, and for the first time since this morning he spoke first, even if it was blunt and curt.
"Where to?"
I didn't know where I wanted to go now to be honest. Which in turn made me realize something else; I still didn't have a phone. Smirking I thought of the lady this morning, Latest model huh..
"I want a phone. You can prepare it, I want the IPhone 6 plus." I'd never thought I'd see him so surprised this many times today, but I did.
"It's not out yet."
At first I didn't understand what he meant, when I finally realized why the woman had looked so smug this morning when she showed me her new phone. This would be the perfect way to test my new-found power I thought, smirking.
"Right? I'm sure you can get me one though. You're Morra's best guy, I'm sure you have your resources."
For a short while it seemed like neither of us was sure what he would do now. He looked dubious, probably doubting between whether to feel validated or used. His usual stoic mask soon took it's place though.
"Fine."
"Fantastic! So you'll get me one then? Hmm, then for now let's go for lunch, just park somewhere and we'll walk until we find somewhere with a great view to sit down and eat."
He didn't bother responding, but I was used to that by now. A few minutes later he'd parked and we were walking from the underground garage to a busy street with a lot of vendors and shops. I must have been looking around a bit too much as he asked:
"Your first time in New York?"
I don't know what mercurial mood had come over him, but I eagerly jumped at the chance to lighten up the mood, however slim that chance was.
"Yes, it is indeed my first time in NYC." First time it the US actually. But I knew better than to say that second part out loud.
"I'm quite liking it so far, the fact I don't have to worry about how much I spend helps too." I said with a wink. "But how about you, do you like New York, compared to Kent?"
"How do you know I'm from Kent?"
"Well obvious reasons aside, I know a lot of things."
"Hmm."
"Like how you were MI6 before and that you and your colleagues had funny nicknames, like... Peckinpah was it, right?"
Maybe I had taken it a step too far, for the next thing I knew I was being held in an arm-lock and being pushed into an alley. It didn't hurt exactly, it was more a uncomfortable kind of pressure, but I also knew better than to struggle against it.
"How do you know that name?" He said with a low growl in his voice.
"Are we really going over this again? You're not going to kill me."
"No, but I could just break your arm so you'll spill the beans." He said as he moved my arm to be more painful to empathize the threat. I swallowed a groan and forced my voice to remain steady despite the pain.
"Do you think that will solve your problem? A bit of torture? Do it then! Mr. Morra agreed to a meeting and promised my safety until then. Would he appreciate you going around him like that, hmm?" I said smiling but with a dark tone on par with his.
He kept holding me purposely making me feel the pain. I was forced to admit once again, that whether this was a dream or not, I was playing a dangerous game, it gave me the chills. Chills of excitement that was. The adrenaline flowed and despite the pain I was enjoying every second of it. I looked straight at Sands, who looked very much like he was trying very hard not to start strangling me.
"Time to let go now, Peckinpah. You can't kill me, you can't hurt me, so the only thing you can do is live with me. Nevertheless as long as you remember to play nice, so will I." It took all of my self-control to not continue mocking him. After all, seeing the man with those funny face were the best part of the day so far.
I couldn't help but look slightly smug when he let go of my arm, but I decided not to push his limits too much, for now. I rubbed my painful shoulder as I walked back to the main street we just came from. I hadn't noticed before but it was getting awfully bright out, opting to ignore Sands for a bit I walked around a bit looking for a shop that sold sunglasses. I quickly found one and walked in. I looked around a bit, before a shopkeeper came to help me. In the end I had a hard time choosing between 2 pairs from different brands, one from Dolce & Gabbana and a Gucci. I was about to do an eeny-meeny-miny-mo before I realized I could just buy both.
I asked the shopkeeper to wrap them up while I went looking for Sands, I found him right outside the shop on the phone. He saw me coming but unlike the other times I'd tried to get close he didn't rush to end his call this time.
"Yeah, just do it all right. Yeah, leaving it at the reception is fine."
"I doesn't matter all right... Fine... Fine... I'll ask."
I wondered what that was about, but I guessed I could at least have a bit of patience to let him finish up, so I went to an isle with some perfume to try out a few, not caring that the prizes ranged from 20 dollar to 500. I just took the ones that sounded nice or had stylish bottles. By the time I saw Sands come in the shop, his phone still in his hand I'd had found 3 bottles with nice enough aroma's to actually buy. I picked them up to walk to the shopkeeper when Sands grabbed my shoulder to stop me. I looked at him questioningly.
"The rimming, do you want silver, gold or pink?" It took me a second to understand what he meant, until I realized it was about the phone I'd asked for earlier. I took a second to recall what colour the women from this morning had. It had, had the golden rimming. It was pretty, but it didn't suit me all that much. I thought about the pink colour I'd seen before in my own world. But too be fair I wasn't even all that into pink. It really had been coincidence I was teleported here on the off chance while wearing my pink pajamas, I only had one pink while the rest was all blue or black.
"Silver then."
"Silver. Now get to it." He told the person on the phone with an irritated voice.
After hanging up right after, he walked with me to the counter where I put the perfume bottles next to the sunglasses and told the shopkeeper he could add those.
"That'll be 1200 dollars total then." I was startled by the high price, I'd never spend that much money on myself in a day, let alone one purchase. However going by what I'd bought already, I knew I should've already spend around another 2000 on the clothes, shoes and toiletries. And I finally realized I'd never even asked what the limit was, but I did hope Sands would tell me if I came close.
When we were outside the shop, I took out the Gucci sunglasses to put on. I felt like a super-model again. Because I'd lagged behind a little I was finally in a position behind Sands, remembering the pain in my shoulder earlier I just couldn't help myself, and kicked him hard in the back of his leg. One would say that kicking the shins would've been more effective, but usually for martial artists the nerves there would be kind of dead, thus lessening the effect.
It was obvious it had the intended effect, as he groaned in pain and limped for a few steps. I walked past him to the corner of the street. Deciding where to go now. Opting to go in the direction of a park with view of the river. There were several food-stands and even a food-truck was parked close by. I looked back at Sands who was looking outright murderous again.
"Payback for earlier, but now we're even." I said and walked up to the food-truck.
I ordered a iced tea and a crepe with strawberry and cream, I looked back at Sands who was standing a few feet away. His stoic mask in place. I thought about what he would do if I ordered him a crepe as well. The thought made me smile, but I didn't take him for the sweet tooth. Thinking that he deserved some consideration, even if I did just kick him in the Achilles.
I ordered him a Royal Club and toast with cheese and bacon, which he took surprisingly graceful. I walked to the small park with benches on the other side and we both sat down.
"In the end you never answered my question back there? Do you like New York?" He looked at me thoughtfully, before he answered.
"It's fine."
"Hmm." I realized he probably didn't care much for the city and rather choose it because his son was here. But I wasn't about to tell him that I knew that. At least not yet. While I was contemplating the thought he surprised me by asking another question first.
"So where you from then? You have a mostly American accent but the way you talk is more British, there's other stuff mixed in that makes me quite sure you're not actually American."
"Not bad. Take your best shot." I said interested in what he would say.
"You're not British are you?" I remained silent, just smiling.
"God no. You're from one of those little shitholes like Weymouth, aren't you?"
"Who's from Dorset, Hampshire if you please." I said basically lying through my teeth. My accents were from all the place, all the places I'd lived before. Not even people from my own country could guess it, since my accent didn't sound like it at all. I had to admit that he had a good ear though.
"Bournemouth then, all you Hampshirites sound the same."
"Portsmouth, and also that's wrong, that's for New Hampshire."
"Fine bacon face" He scoffed as if any opinion hardly mattered regardless.
"Oh get off it, Yellow tail! and that's Pompeyite, thank you very much."
"Fine. How old are you?"
"Is this a interview or what? I don't mind giving you answers. But a one sided conversation is hardly interesting for me. How about a deal; The more interesting your responses the better my answers. That sound fair to you?"
Guessed he agreed as he nodded his head.
"Alright my turn first. How long has it been since you stopped working for Tanner? It's been a few years right?"
"Yes, it's been 7 years now, but if you know about the nicknames you should already know that."
"That's right, I did. I was just wondering if you'd answer or not.. Oh, and take a guess first this is fun."
I actually didn't know that, in the tv-show he said it'd been 8. I asked that question just to establish a time-line without tipping you off. So if I'm right, I'm some time before the start of the tv-show. Like I thought, now I just have a better idea of how much. Which in turn, might make it very much possible to still be able to save Rebecca's father and Piper's boyfriend. If I can do this I might be able to avoid a lot of trouble for both Brian and the Senator. If I manage to control Sands's actions it should be doable. Maybe I should blackmail him with the knowledge of his son?
"It's hard to say, you have quite the dark circles around your eyes, but without them you would look really young, so either you're chronic sleep-deprived and in your early twenties, or they're a sign of ageing and you're in your early thirties."
"Good to know... I'm in my late twenties, because you're half right, the answer is both."
Without the consciously noticing we had both finished our food and drinks and we had started walking back to the car. I'd even stopped along the way a few times to look at some jewellery shops and had 3 more shopping bags by the time we arrived back at the car when we finished our conversation.
"To the hotel now, I want to take a shower."
The ride to the hotel was uneventful and not very long. By the time we arrived at the hotel I found myself wondering how I was going to get the painting and all the shopping bags to the room and I came to the conclusion I would have to make at least 4 runs to get everything. But I forgot I was enjoying life like a rich person now. Because when we arrived at the hotel, and Sands got out he gave the key to a porter and 2 bellboys came running to help me carry all the bags. However I didn't have the extra set of hands to carry the painting too, forcing Sands to carry it. He looked annoyed but I gave him a gesture to the bags as if to ask if he'd rather carry those. Seems the answer was no, since he took off to the front desk carrying the painting. I nearly had to run to keep up with him. Annoyed I couldn't help myself.
"If you chip that painting I'll make sure Mr. Morra will have someone clean you up, like you usually clean up others." I whispered in his ear when I came close to his side while we approached the clerk.
After that I didn't even try to keep up with him, letting him deal with the clerk. Though I heard him say that he had a reservation for his own name and I wondered when he did that. Probably one of the phone calls this morning I thought.
When he got the keys I followed him to the elevator the bellboys trailing behind us. The room was on the 4th floor room 17B. The room wasn't as big as I had expected from such a high end hotel, with just one king-sized bed, a closet, a small desk and chair, and nightstand on either side of the bed. Pretty standard all in all, so I guessed that this was a somewhat cheaper room for 1 person. It did come with a decent sized bathroom though, it even had a bathtub with jacuzzi-function
I told the bellboys to put the shopping bags on the bed after I dumped my own there as well. They did so and bid us a good stay, before leaving. When they'd closed the door I took the painting from Sands. There were already stylish paintings in the room, but I liked having my own painting on the wall more. I took one off the wall and put up my Pink-Pajamas painting in its stead.
It was only a faint glance but I noticed a small black thingy on the back of the previous painting. Great, the room is completely bugged. Not that I expected anything else... Time to say goodbye to my privacy now. I gave the other painting to Sands.
"You can put the mic somewhere else if you want." I said casually motioning to the painting I handed him.
"Wait, you actually want me to bug your room?" He said as he looked at me strangely.
"No, I like my privacy, but it's not like I will get any anyway, so might as well cooperate. I actually thought I would've had less while shopping, you've been less obnoxious in that regard then I expected you to be."
"..."
"I would like you to go now though, I want to clean up all this and then take a shower." I said pointing at the shopping bags.
"One moment.. Here." He said holding out a small box. When I opened it I found my new IPhone 6. I turned it on:
2:00 pm, 25th of September, 2015.
I looked at what was already on it, but at least there was no obvious Spyware on it. It seemed to be just any normal empty phone. The only contact in it was: This Phone.
"Cool and all that I have a phone now, but it's not worth much if I can't use it to contact you. Put in your number so I can call you when I finish showering. Oh and by the minimal off chance that something happens to you, put in Mr. Morra's number as well."
Surprisingly he did as I asked and even put in Morra's name without any protest. Only glaring with a warning, when he handed it back, I had 3 contacts:
Mr. Morra
Sands
This phone
It still looked kind of sad, but at least it was better than one. I would be able to add more contacts at my own leisure later, I was in no hurry. After that Sands left the room and I started unpacking the contents of the bags, picking out what I wanted to wear after the shower and put the toiletries in the bathroom. Everything else I either put in the closet or on the desk. I even discarded the shoe-boxes and the leftover bags in the trash. With at least half of the bags unpacked and got everything I needed. I went into the bathroom to shower.
After the shower I felt quite refreshed, but I didn't feel like going on another shopping quest right away. To be honest I really wanted a nap, I was tired from walking and my feet hurt. Glad to have my new phone, I put in a alarm and after putting the rest of the shopping bags on the floor or chair I dropped myself onto the bed.
When the alarm went off I felt dazed, honestly I'd half expected to wake up in my own bed with my pink pajamas on again. But I didn't I was in the hotel-room with all my new expensive stuff. Gathering my motivation, I got up and got properly dressed again. After all I'd only bought casual clothes so far. I still needed a cocktail-dress, a haircut and a manicure, and that all before dinner.
Dressed mostly in the same style as before, jeans and a blouse. The biggest changes being mostly my shoes and added jewellery. I called Sands to him I was going down to the lobby, but I didn't get much response, only a curt, 'wait there for me.' I was barely down the elevator when I saw him coming to the entrance though. He got the car driven to front by another porter while he asked me where to go now. I hadn't really thought about it, though. This time I could actually do something about it as I took out the phone and quickly Googled a good place to shop for the kind of dress I wanted.
Time flew by as I was able unexpectedly able to quickly chose a good dress in a matter of minutes. A nice black dress, with a slightly longer than mini-skirt, with diamond rimming on the front and a halfway v-cut. Since I liked it, I decided to buy an altered version with long skirt in blue as well.
After that time rushed by as I sat at the hairdresser and manicure afterwards. Both mostly just for maintenance, with only a few highlights for my hair and simple polish for the nails. I kept it mostly all neutral to avoid it standing out to much on its own. Even if first impressions were important, the star of tonight show, was still my brain. With everything done and my hair pinned up to a nicely styled in bun with a braid. By the time everything was finished it was already 6 pm.
I don't know what was with Sands after we left the hotel, but he'd been in a sour mood the whole time and barely said more than a word. Not even any more questions about who I was. It didn't stop me from talking to him though. They were mostly things like; "Make me an appointment with the dentist for tomorrow 11 am," and "Have a laptop arranged for me by tomorrow too."
Even if didn't know how tonight would go, I felt optimistic enough to think I would, at the very least, be able to continue living rich like today.
We returned to the hotel and dropped the new bags with the dresses and hair-products in the room before heading to the restaurant. Even by then Sands mood still hadn't improved and it was starting to annoy me a little. Coming up with a plan to force him to talk. When we took our seats, my musings were interrupted by the waiter that came to bring the menu's. Sitting in this high class restaurant made me a bit nervous. Not trusting myself to make a good choice anyway, I did as a friend had once taught me.
"Your best sweet white wine, and the chefs speciality please."
"Are you sure? You haven't even looked at the menu."
"Yes very sure I appriciate the surprise, one of my friends used to tell me; not to judge a chef but on their very best dish."
"Alright, what about an appetizer?"
"I'll leave it up to your discretion."
"And you sir?"
But Sands hadn't even opened his menu either and when he was not forthcoming with a response the waiter looked helplessly back at me. Unable to ignore the silent plea of the waiter, I took the word again.
"I'm sure he'll appreciate some Scotch Whisky. As for dinner I'm guessing he's one to go for a medium-rare steak." He looked me oddly, that I just dared assume someone else's taste seemed to offend him a little. Despite that Sands who had just been observing everything, with what I could only call mild contempt, simply nodded.
"If I'm off target, you are allowed to speak for yourself you know."
But he still remained quiet. I told the waiter it was okay like this and he left to go prepare the orders. Not much later I was sipping on my wine and a plate with artichoke salad with shaved parmesan was served. Sands, despite his apparent stoic indifference, did start to eat to when his appetizer arrived.
"Hey, I'm not asking you to be all nice and fuzzy, or even that you trust me, but you could tone down the open hostility? I'm not even asking you to like me, but is a bit of conversation really to much to ask for?"
"And exactly what would we talk about then... Miss Pink-Pajamas?" He said with even more hostility than when he'd actually openly threatened me with the gun earlier that day. Though the Pink-Pajamas made me lose all the seriousness of the moment, as I could barely contain my laughter at how he'd said that name in a, what was supposed to be a threat.
"..."
"I know that you don't like me, but what is it? Did your request to just kill me get denied by Mr. Morra?"
Now that got a rise out of him and it seemed like he was about to deny it when we were interrupted by the waiter bringing the main dishes, when he left earshot I continued on first.
"Oh please Sands, you're far less hard to read then you think you are. Also I think that's very insulting. I'm not even a real enemy, since I wasn't even planning to blackmail you. After all, only scum would use a child to coerce his parent."
A/N: Alright that was it for this chapter folks, hope you enjoyed it
A/N 2: I've been to many parts of the world, and I know more than just my own small corner of the world where I originally hail from, but I that doesn't mean I'm always 100% accurate. Let me know if I failed in portraying something in the chapter anywhere.
A/N 3: Yellow-tail, is a traditional name for people from Kent and Bacon face and Pompeyite for people from Hampshire in case you didn't quite get that.
