Two days later.. she was sat on a plane with a blind gun-slinger heading for whatever the hell was his idea of fun down south of the border... she wondered at her own sanity at agreeing to this, not for the first time. Still she also felt the thrill of excitement as these doubts also lead to an adrenaline kick. She looked over at Sands.. he was dressed all in black, with his now standard black raybans on.. his hair hanging loose, long and slighty messy, his skin was still almost too pale and she was sure he couldn't have really got his strenght back already, but the doctors let him go.. if only to not have to hear him still trying to talk them into it.
She was still looking over at him as the stewardess came over and offered them drinks.. he 'glanced' over at the woman and ordered a tequila, Sara found herself doing the same.. when in Mexico, so to speak. She was really looking at the results of the surgery, she had recently seen photos of him prior to the blinding, and she had to admit the reconstructive surgery, was fantastic, he still had a little brusing around his 'eyes'.. not that they were real eyes, but they truly looked it. All that was lacking was sight. Which perhaps was why Sands mood had not seemed to improve, or maybe he was always like that.. either way the stewardess was smiling and batting her eyelashes at Sands as she was serving them their drinks.. "Your wasting your time Honey" Sara said. dryly to the womans flirting.. it wasn't like Sands could see her doing any of this.. she took both drinks and slipped one into Sands hand, the woman gave her a scathing glare, assuming Sara was referring to herself as the reason for her flirting, having zero affect..
"Who is wasting what?" he asked quietly leaning in closer to Sara, she could tell he felt tense and frustrated at not being able to know exactly what was going on. He was a man who liked control and even more playing people.. she could tell..
"The stewardess was flirting" Sara stated.. with a roll of her eyes.. not that the woman was showing any thing approaching bad taste, Sands was looking very good, better than good. Its just, he was totally unaware when anyone was watching him, whether they had good or bad intent. No that information, was her job to provide. She wondered if the job description involved passing on flirting .. she decided off her own back, it wasn't.. Sands tilted his head..
"She still around?" he said with a slight smile
"No I scared her off" Sara countered
"Not getting possessive are we, Honeybun?" he said half teasingly, he leaned closer to her, so she could feel his breath on her cheek "Cos you never know.. there might be enough of me to go around" he quipped
"I thought you were swearing off woman for a while" Sara countered
"What gave you that idea?" Sands said, with a hint of defensiveness.
"Oh a few things.. like things you mumbled when you came in, I mean its got to have a very real sting when your girlfriend wants you blinded.. " she said.. Sands had been fairly relaxed, but Sara could feel his body tense next to hers
"I wouldn't worry about Ajedrez, she is no longer a problem" he said, in a steely voice.. "I dealt with her" he stated coldly
"I read your file.. a shooting right?..killing her..Is that how you deal with your problems?" Sara asked. Sands shrugged
"Well if you mean Brunettes that blind me?.. sure.. why not" he said in a very casual voice, she had heard people sound more irrate at their car being blocked in when parked. 'Sound' was the operative word, it was phrased that way, because it amused him, she was sure of that. He gave the most casual glib response to the most serious of acts, killing a person. It was all about effect.. smoke and mirros, not lettign anyone see what was really going on. She was sure there was a lot more rage in Sands somewhere. She didn't really think she wanted to be around when it hit the surface.
However she also watched for every sign of it. She held his arm as they walked through the airport, together. A casual observer might think they were just a close coupe, staying romantically close. The truth was, he had insisted on walking around the hospital with her before being discharged to carry out this mission. He had got in tune with her, how she walked, reading that.. she glanced over as he got out his mobile phone.. he flipped it open. "Juan. my man.. Yes I am back in Mexico.. and you know you owe me" until then, Sands voice had been light and friendly, now there was a slightly ominous tone. "All those plans of mine, my dear friends all ready for that big dance number.. and you leave them without guns, I never leave a job half done Juan.. it makes me look bad.. if I look bad.. I am going to leave you looking even worse" Sands threatened conversationally. Sara was watching him intently by now... not hearing the other half of the conversation, only Sands part in it.. but it was easy to guess what had been said .. Sands paused "you heard that?" he said. "You have to remember my friend, these stories get embelished along the way.. I have eyeballs in my head.. " he stated.. technically true.. Sara had to admit, they were artificial ones, and he was blind, but Sands was creating an impression of truth.. he then sighed "Now by way of compensation for before.. I expect goods to at least match the value of the guns I paid handsomely for, to be forthcoming.. I will be in touch to tell you what I need and where you are to deliver said goods. "Sands said in business like tones, "Do not make the mistake of making me come find you.. that is not the way to get popular.. . and you most definitely will not like that" Sands said with a slightly cruel smile.. "Later" he said by way of a parting comment and shut the phone.. Sands tilted his head in Sara's direction.. "Lets go get a cab, go see the sights.. .. and maybe settle a few scores.. '' he smiled slightly in her direction. .