ANOTHER QUICKY
The flight over from Hawaii to Heathrow was quiet. the fifty men traveing with them loaded their ammo clips and stripped and cleaned their guns.
Lara sat, holding the ruby, staring at it.
Rene left a private cabin, and entered the main cabin of the redesigned 757, and sat opposite her. "Sam is ok. watching 'Tombstone'... for the third time."
"Himiko,"Lara responded, "She's feeding this...," she held up the ruby, turned off the overhead light, "with her hatred." The ruby bathed them both in blood red light.
He frowned.
"Still... a good movie... especialy for feeding a need for payback." She grinned at him sadly. "I better go in; relieve Evan." She strode down to the door. Jean and Serge stood flanking it.
"Just listening to the soundtrack," the huge man said with a grin.
"Fucking love this movie," the Frenchmen whispered, then blushed and snickered.
Lara looked at the two men in bewilderment.
"She's been ratting on your ass all night to Carter," Jean whisped, then giggled.
The door opened. Carter stood, smirking at her.
"Rhiannon?" he asked.
"Doppy?," she retaliated
"Your child... if you can keep alive," Himiko inserted, "Now ask the warmonger if he's happy he had a daughter."
Rene pushed between the two lovers, drawing inches from her face, "Till my last breath... HAG."
"As you should...," she stared into his eyes, "'begged them for death'... she whispered."
"WHAT," He sighed back.
"What you said she did... 'begged them for death'" she gestured to Lara, "I hear all that she says and hears through Hoshi who is bound to me, and bound to the sylph."
"The elemental,"Lara responded.
"Sam doesn't know your language, so neither do I... what does this mean, " Sam opened her mouth wide, and out came the enraged voice of a young French woman.
Rene almost fainted.
''Regardez votre dernier sur une femme a votre pitie. La prochaine femme que vous verrez sera l'ange de la mort!"
"look your last on a woman at your mercy," The arms dealer sighed as his tears fell.
"the next woman you see..."Serge continued softly.
"...will be the angel of death." Carter concluded.
Lara placed her hand on Rene's shoulder. He kissed it once more.
Himiko turned to Lara, "She didn't beg them for death... she begged you."
...
"He - Caligula - is beholden to volcanus," Himiko sighed, "the fire spirit. It has shredded his mind. He is his own punisher. Volcanus feeds on terror, lust, rage, loss, guilt... war, and the injuries it inflicts on the mind. You fought a slave to it... and won."
"The werewolf," Lara said softly.
Himiko smiled, "yes... a legit... in your Ripper's legion."
"How do you know?"
Himiko learned in, "I met him... when he accompanied Caligula... sixteen centuries ago."
"He... was... " the brunette stammered.
"A Roman officer... in the Ninth Legion. Congratulations countess, you killed the unkillable."