Post by Xavier Darnai on Mar 13, 2014 0:33:27 GMT
Xavier Darnai: Ramifications of the gallery and its intentions were still weighing on him, but not as heavily as the conflict he was in the middle of with who used to be his largest competition. Calling it a cold war would have been both remarkably accurate and surprisingly kind. Hostilities were present, and the last time he had faced such hostilities it had cost him dearly. Without anything to distract him from the problems but work, he poured over the details of upcoming operations, trying to narrow down exactly what it was he was going to require and where, as well as the eventual costs. For the most part things were well in hand, but with the threat looming of someone looking to take a tax of his business by force, it was difficult to say exactly how much freedom he was going to have financially in the coming days. Still, Xavier would cut back as needed, that would not be a problem. It was something he had done more than once. Dossiers and statements were laid out in front of him on the table as he stroked at his jaw, stirring the glass of Scotch around in his left hand idly while his mind made the necessary connections between the visual and mathematical maze in front of him.
Kathova Daleth: Kat had found the White Rose without issue and had taken most of the day to select what she would be taking on the trip. It wasn't the clothes that were a concern, it was the armament. By the time she'd gotten done packing, the first time around, she had enough hardware to take over a small country. She downsized, twice, and all the while she told her self to keep it simple. Keep it subtle. Keep the back ups small, easily hidden and placed where they'd be least likely to be found. Which for a woman wasn't as easy it was for a man. A man giving another man a pat down isn't as likely to get as close to his crotch as he would a woman. Best to have the obvious available, and a less obvious locale for back up to the back up. Which still had her carrying a lot of crap, but it was in her mind, necessary. Good thing she wasn't a girly girl, or she'd have baggage issues. When she rolled out of the lot at the white rose, she was carrying light. It didn't take long and she was pulling in at the diner.
Strange Hex: If anything, Alexandra was glad to have the gallery event done and over with and be closer to home, even if only for a short while. Though concerns and thoughts still loomed, even for her, she did her best to set them aside and try to piece them together separately. A hot bath and a few shots of her chosen vodka, all pieces of the puzzle she had were mentally laid out and put into order. That was the first night back. Francia had done a keen job of interrupting what sleep she had, filled with further attempts of making sense of things that just didn't have all the information that was needed. A lengthy conversation, some brief bickering and drop of potentially important things later, Francia was on another sort of mission and Alexandra was soon to arrive at the dinner. Back to her two toned fringed hair and normal black attire, the F450 pulled up in the lot of the Belyi. Once out, it was locked up and armed with the most obnoxious alarm she could have possibly installed, she was making her way into the diner with a nod to Natasha and pass of dark eyes around the interior to find the man who'd come to expect his space being invaded by a woman nicknamed for bad luck issued by another. Perhaps it was the Gods way of warning people. In one hand she held a manilla envelope, office sized, the other stuffed her keys into the pocket of her leather bomber jacket.
Xavier Darnai: Alexandra's F450 was hard to miss crossing the main window of the diner from where he sat in the corner of the common eating area, even out of the corner of his eye. Lifting his head for a moment, he brought the glass to his lips for another sip, taking just a slight twitch in his lip as the burn settled in. It wasn't the most expensive of their collection, but tonight he was not in a mood to burn through exceptionally good Scotch. After all, there was a special place in hell, he had been told. Xavier had been there, though, and he had not seen it. Perhaps it was just the sentiment that was important. Setting the glass down on the table again, he leaned back in his seat and brought his right ankle up over his knee with a muted thunk, letting it rest there calmly. With another slide of his right hand, he brushed down the red tie loosely hanging around his neck and undid the button of his light grey suit jacket. Something told him that tonight was going to be business he desired comfort during, and so he began to roll up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt to his elbows, leaving the bandages around his left arm that much more obvious.
Kathova Daleth: Kat watched as the woman pulled in and headed into the diner as she swung the door shut on that tomato red '69 GTX. She headed inside, two fingers held up to the girl that she hoped remembered that she liked Patron, as she headed for Xavier's table. Last night's long coat was forsaken for a short leather one that, reached her hips and was just long enough to cover the piece at the small of her back. She stood at the side of the table, her gaze going from Xavier to the woman in black. Kat had a fondness for the color herself, but her one concession to color tonight was the red blouse she wore beneath the black leather. She waited to sit until the other woman settled and then she would slid in opposite of her, even if it meant crowding the boss a bit.
Strange Hex: Xavier should have fully expected that Alexandra would be there. Too many things on the plate coming soon and there was still plenty to be worked on. that and she had a delivery to make. Speaking of which, the manila envelope was dropped on the table for him. "Care of Francia." The contents being a file on every name they'd come across in Spain, and whatever other information Francia could dig up about them. Photos included. Shoulders rolled to drop the leather bomber into awaiting hands, it was hung over the back of her usual seat --the one across from him-- before dropping her backside into it. Only then did she seem to notice the woman who'd come in after her. The slightest rise of her brow beneath the uneven hedge of bangs that hung almost in her eyes, Alexandra watched as she choose the seat next to Xavier. Short manicured nails tapped in succession, just once, on the surface of the table and dark eyes returned to her employer with a blatantly amused expression. "Glutton." Might become her new pet name for him.
Xavier Darnai: Looking up at Kat as she came in, he nodded to the woman before he found himself being offered a manila envelope. Picking it up, he opened it carefully before staring into it briefly enough to determine that his assumption of its contents was more or less accurate. Closing it up again, he set it down on top of one of the more sensitive stacks of paperwork. Giving Hex a look at her little jab, he thought better about responding and just picked up his Scotch again and took a long sip, nearly draining the remaining contents. Oh how he longed for a drink... With the glass down on the table again, he motioned to the woman with the blue highlights. "This'd be the pilot. Hex, this's Kathova, she'll be overseeing the truck running from Sudan."
Kathova Daleth: Kat nodded and offered her hand out to the woman. "Good to meet you. What time do you want me on the tarmac on Friday?" She addressed the last to Xavier, as her tequila arrived at the table. She smiled her thanks and once the formalities of meeting were over, she picked up the first shot and knocked it back, the glass was set to the table and she leaned back to regard the two.
Strange Hex: He should have come to expect her good humored jabs. Even if neither of them were in good spirits. It was just a Hex thing. As introductions were given, her attention turned almost solely to Kat. No one ever got the whole of her attention, she always had an eye or ear out around her. "I see." A studiously appraising look given the woman. Not necessarily sizing her up. Or...rather not only sizing her up. "Should be interesting. Up for a good time? It's always a party when in our company." Grin dawned, but she looked to the waitress requesting a glass of iced tea.
Xavier Darnai: Xavier had a wide variety of tools in his stable, and indirect replies were among them. Watching Hex wait on the straight forward answer, he sat back and reached around behind Kat to flag down one of the waitresses. He wanted another drink at the very least. Catching her attention, he took his glass and backed the remainder, handing it off to her to exchange it for a fresh one. "Anyone else drinking, or just me."
Kathova Daleth: Not everyone liked to touch, and some had peculiar quirks about shaking hands. Kat didn't think much of it, as she rested her hand back on the table. When Hex requested her tea, Kat asked for a glass of water as well and another pair of shots - yes she still had one on the table that was untouched, but she liked to be prepared - before looking back at Hex. "I'm always ready for a good time."
Strange Hex: Hex was listening for the moment.
Xavier Darnai: "Brilliant. I've been told drinking alone makes me look like an alcoholic." Pot to kettle, however. It was hard to complain about looking like an alcoholic when he was one. Leaning to the side a moment, he planted his chin in the palm of his right hand, glancing from Hex who had gone into her typical silent observation and back to Kat. "Wheels up'll be somewhere around dawn, but that'd be at the true discretion've the pilot." He motioned to Hex again with his left briefly before letting it rest on the table with a thump.
Kathova Daleth: "I wouldn't worry about people who think drinking alone makes you look like an alcoholic. Odds are they're projecting." She shrugged, a slight smirk given as she regarded him. She then reached out and gave a light tug to the bandages on his arm. "Are you my mummy?"
Strange Hex: Her answer would come soon enough. She was busy observing the new girl. Alexandra was starting to notice a pattern of brunette women in Xavier's light. A near silent scoff, she shook her head. "I want everyone at the tarmac an hour before first light." For a few reasons, which Xavier should be more than familiar with. Drinks delivered a nod of thanks was given to the waitress, and a drink of tea was taken.
Xavier Darnai: Raising a brow slowly as he watched her move for his arm, he remained perfectly still. They were very well wrapped, minimal give and fine elasticity, snapping back into place against his arm when she let go. Whomever had done the wrapping had practice at this particular process, and lots of it. "I imagine that'd be difficult for a number've reasons. The least've which being I'm neither embalmed, Egyptian royalty, or birthed you." Taking the glass in his left, he brought it to his nose for a slow sniff, tilting it back just enough to take a portion of the Scotch again before he started to stir it around in the tumbler.
Kathova Daleth: "How many times do you get smart assed comments like that?" She took up the second shot, from the first round, and knocked it back, then set the glass back down. She then curled her hand around the glass of water, leaving the two shots from the second round to sit for now.
Xavier Darnai: "About the bandages, or in general." He eyed Hex for a moment.
Strange Hex: Don't look at her. She was just amused and watching and sipping her tea.
Kathova Daleth: "Both." May as well be thorough. She lifted her glass and took a drink of her water, then sat it back down and let her thumb brush over the side of the glass absently.
Xavier Darnai: "It's safe to say I've got a good cut've'em, smart asses on my payroll seem to flourish." The last bit was muttered a little bit as he took another sip of the Scotch, setting it down. "But so does competence." That, however, came through plenty clear, with proper infliction and emphasis. "I may not be your mummy, but Hex'd be the closest I've got to a field commander as well."
Strange Hex: "Maybe now I won't have to work so hard to give you shit." Kat seemed to be doing a fine job of it, and was likely to get better and feel more comfortable dishing it out over time. A darling grin cast to the woman. "You'll get used to his sense of humor over time. Some claim he doesn't have one, but that's not true. More than he sometimes forgets to bring it with him." She made a heart with her hands to Xavier.
Kathova Daleth: Kat grinned back. She had seven older brothers. She had to learn to give as good as she got at an early age. She chuckled at the gesture. "I get the feeling he will regret throwing us together."
Xavier Darnai: "...oh bloody hell." Despite everything, he swore he could feel the start of a headache coming on. Reaching up with his right hand, he gripped the bridge of his nose to apply pressure for a moment, secretly hoping it might actually cut off all the pressure to his brain and perhaps give him a stroke. That could be a refreshing change of pace. Dropping his hand again, he took another sip of the Scotch with closed eyes. Sweet alcohol, how I miss you.
Strange Hex: "Well, he damned himself by taking me on. I think he just doubled his sentence by bringing you into the mix." Slight tilt of her head, she looked back to Xavier after his remark and grinning. "Don't pretend that you don't like it. If you didn't, you'd know better."
Phoenix Saga: It was nice to go out and do a little exploring for a change. Recent events had tied up all of her free time until now. Through some of her more recent contacts, she has come to hear mention of a diner in passing. Tonight was as good as any to take a look and see things for herself. Her arrival to the diner had been swift with no apparent vehicle in sight to have brought her here.A mere glance was taken of the outside exterior before she made entry and a short glance was taken of the inside and it's occupants.
Kathova Daleth: There was a reason she had been dubbed incorrigible. And she lived up to it. She blamed her parents, really for having her last after seven boys. Too, her father's indulgence of her early on didn't help. It wasn't until she hit puberty that they realized their error.
Xavier Darnai: "When you've got an opening that needs to be filled and quickly you tend not to worry about things like how similar the new recruit is to your already long string of worthwhile employees in personality. If anything that tends to be a reason to expedite the hiring process." Turning the glass in his fingers as he let it rest on the table, his eyes opened and he glanced at Hex for a moment before catching the newest entrant at the door by Natasha and the hostess station. She looked familiar, but there was an unfortunate amount of that going around as of late. Bouncing his eyes around the rest of the diner, he returned to the verbal squash game between Kat and Hex. In which he remained the wall. Wonderful.
Kathova Daleth: Kat picked up a shot of tequila and knocked it back, gaze going to the woman who entered, watching her a long moment before she looked back at Xavier and Hex. "When we touch down, we won't be landing where Customs will be an issue." Statement, as much as a question, but she didn't really think they'd be landing where anyone would be questioning them or poking through their bags.
Strange Hex: Opting leave Xavier to roll out of the court without further commentary, she settled for nothing more than a smirk that faded with rise of her glass for a drink of its contents, and brief glance cast to the female who'd entered. In ever traditional fashion, an appraising once over was given before Kat's statement-rather-than question was posed. "No customs. Private tarmac." Another drink of the tea taken, the glass was set down.
Phoenix Saga: She wore a simple midnight blue suit jacket over an equally darker blouse along with a black dress skirt and black heels with ice blue designs along the outer edges. Her golden blond hair trailed down her shoulders and parts of her hair were streaked ice blue. A look she had taken a liking to and help set her apart from the other blond, blue eyed women she had the recent displeasure of working with. A polite smile was given to the hostess as she asked for a seat by the window. Once seated, a order of ice water and strawberry vanilla sundae would be asked. She wanted to begin things with a cold desert. It would give her time to focus on the menu she was given and a long look was given to the daily special as she ran a single digit along the words as if decoding it in her own fashion.
Kathova Daleth: Kat nodded to the information, hand turning the water glass round and round on the table top. She had entirely too much energy built up. Maybe she'd find a gym and hit the bag. Maybe see if she could find a sparring partner.
Xavier Darnai: "Having your own jet's got it's advantages." Tacking it on to the end of Alexandra's explanation, he lift his glass again and gave a long pull of the Scotch, letting it hang down by his side after. Still, for a moment his eyes glanced to the surface of the window, watching the woman as she looked over the menu. Pausing for a moment, he kept very keen eyes on the review, watching slightly to the side of her reflection to avoid the appearance of watching her. Bouncing his brows once, he took a deep breath, turning his attention to Kat again. "On the surface the arrival flight'll be easy to ignore, and your departure a few days after'll be in the same frame've mind."
Strange Hex: A simple nod confirmed what Xavier said, though it was totally unnecessary. She was again observing Kat. Head tilted a bit. "Seems you've got a bit on your mind. You haven't even started yet."
Kathova Daleth: "Just want to make sure I won't have an issue with the toys I'm bringing to the party." She shrugged. "Better to know ahead of time, then to be surprised later."
Phoenix Saga: When the hostess came back with her cold treat. A long exhaled was given by Dominique which would cause a slight shiver to the hostess as if a cold chill had just brush past her. She looked to the hostess with cold, steely, ice blue eyes and would inquire about the daily special. Even going as far as to ask if she may put in her own request to the menu. As she was new to the place, she thought it proper to ask before making any assumptions.
Strange Hex: "No reason anyone should have qualms with them." The tone of voice said that she'd likely be bringing along quite a few of her own. That was just a given, though. Alexandra liked to be prepared for anything if it was at all possible.
Xavier Darnai: Natasha was more than familiar with cold weather, if anything it likely reminded her of home, but a new customer asking for a request pad on the Daily Specials was unusual. As always the woman was ready to serve her post and handed over a request pad and pen before returning to her station. The exchange hadn't gone unnoticed and Xavier looked to the new woman again for a brief moment with a raised brow. Still, he didn't disengage himself wholly from the discussion he was sitting in the middle of. "Quite. Considering some've the toys that're going out with the rest've the passengers, it'd be quite the disappointment if someone'll've put a restriction on the party favors."
Kathova Daleth: Kat knew first hand that weapons could be found anywhere, any time and used to great efficiency. Still, a blade in hand was better than none. A sidearm or two, or a rifle was even more so. Kat's gaze slid to the new arrival and lingered for a moment, before she looked back at Hex and then Xavier. A nod was given. "Good, because I hate it when someone harshes my party."
Strange Hex: Alexandra heard the request for the Daily Special as well and turned her attention to Xavier with a slight rise of her brow. Of course, nothing was said on the subject. She lifted her glass, "Who doesn't like party favors." Not at all a question. Looking to Kat she nodded. "Party harshing will be one sided." Our side was implied.
Phoenix Saga: Ever the polite one when need be. She thanked her hostess and took a sip of her ice water before taking to the pen and pad. Taking a moment to decide how to best word her request and what she wanted to put on the request pad. She kept a focus look while writing down the pertinent details. Making sure she had everything she wished to say and giving the request a once over. When the hostess returned to her booth. She handed her the request pad for the Daily Special back to her hostess with a polite word of thanks. Now that was handed in, she could take the time to enjoy her desert before whatever else the night would bring came flowing her way.
Xavier Darnai: Something could be said about the company that Xavier kept. His network was building rapidly, and there were still some additional positions to fill. Often considering himself to be a fairly good judge of talent, he was looking forward to clearing the plates on his table to see where the fat needed to be thrown to the dogs. Initial impressions though seemed to indicate that they were already very lean meals. Tilting his glass side to side, he glanced to the window again, watching as Natasha took the request back to the hostess stand to begin working it into a proper menu listing for a Daily Special. Business never stopped.
Kathova Daleth: There was always something that needed to be done, thankfully. Kat was looking forward to Friday. It was one of those things that simply whet the appetite. She'd been cut out of the family trade back home simply due to her gender. Nevermind that she could hold her own with most men, or that she had a keen tactical mind. She was a woman and therefore had been expected to raise babies. A fact that hadn't set well with her, at all. Which of course had led to more than a fair share of trouble. It was hard to believe that it had been nine years since she'd run off to sign on with a ship, dressed as a lad. She pulled her mind out of the past, a slow blink of sloe eyes given as she reached for her last shot of tequila. She knocked it back and set the glass down, then motioned for another round.
Strange Hex: "Well my darlings. It's been real and it's been fun. However, it's time for me to go. Lots to do and very little time." Dipping a hand into her pocket she pulled out enough to pay for the drink then stood and pulled her coat on. A card left on the table for Kat. "Just in case you need something. I don't do girl talk, though." Fair warning. No boo-hooing over boy friends to Hex. Digging her keys from the bomber pocket, out she went for the lovely, run over anything F450.
Xavier Darnai: Hex got a nod as she stood from the table and left her card. Watching her go by the window, he spoke quietly enough. "Charming, no." Taking up his glass, he drained out the last of the Scotch before setting it back down near the various dossiers and equipment listings in all manner of forms. Lightly he tapped his bandaged fingers against the side of the empty glass as he contemplated having a third.
Strange Hex: Hex could charm eskimos into buying ice!
Kathova Daleth: Kat didn't boo hoo over boyfriends, ex or otherwise. Generally she just got stabby and moved on. "Have a good night." She nodded and then took up the card, slipping it into her jacket pocket before she looked at Xavier. "Has anyone told you, that you look like you could use some serious R&R?"
Phoenix Saga: Her eyes did take notice of those around her and looked to the patron that had just vacated the building. She appeared to be at ease while enjoying her desert. It was a pleasant night and new scenarios to explore could provide a longer interest. She had the time to kill and seldom like having idle hands, the devil's playground and all.
Xavier Darnai: "It'd be a common recommendation, yes." Offering a slight smirk, his fingers continued to tap out the four-beat against the side of the empty tumbler. Even as he sat there and contemplated the addict's decision, he reached into his suit and took out his cigarettes, setting them down on the table along with his lighter. The sleight of hand that went back and forth between the pack and lighter before pinning one between his lips could have made a card dealer proud, but eventually his left hand pulled away from the glass to sweep up his lighter and snap it to life. He stared for a moment, watching the flame as he took the first hit before shaking the lighter out again. "Though I've found that my relaxation tends not to go well for others."
Kathova Daleth: "You're the one whose walk in the woods helps you relax and release tension, and the fact that you're dragging a body is entirely irrelevant." She nodded. "I can relate."
Xavier Darnai: Pulling the cigarette away as he exhaled, he reached out for the nearby tray to draw it closer. Flicking the initial burn off into the tray, he raised his brows and closed his eyes in silent acceptance of her assessment. It wasn't terribly far off, though catching him with a body typically required very specific circumstances. After all, he'd been hiring these people whom Hex had accurately pointed out all seemed to be young brunette women-- by sheer luck of the draw --with the express purpose of pulling himself out of field. "Never use the woods, the wildlife'll catch the scent."
Phoenix Saga: The desert was to die for. She licked her lips and looked a slight bit disappointed that her frozen treat was all gone now. Well she could always order more while debating if she wanted to order actual food or more frozen goodies. Always was good to broaden her horizons and venture to new places. She already had the habit of extensive traveling so it only made sense to learn what she could from any place she was currently residing.
Kathova Daleth: "Swamps are good. Old mine shafts. Desert will mummify things before it has a chance to deteriorate." Hell she'd heard of living people becoming mummified in the heat of desert sands. "Shark bait."
Xavier Darnai: "Pig farms." Watching as Natasha disappeared into the back for a moment and came out with an updated menu to set in front of the new customer and wait for approval, he hesitantly lift his glass and signaled for one more. She caught the signal of course, and he lowered the glass again. "Though to be honest I've always found it's best to leave the body. Fewer questions about what happened with'em that way."
Phoenix Saga: The blond with blue streaks, French/German Dominique would look over the updated menu and paid close attention to her written request. A smile broke that Ice demeanor of hers and she glanced up to Natasha. Speaking in her native French accent with mix undertones of German. "I am very please with the menu. You have my sincere thanks and the frozen desert was to delicious. " Always polite she was unless needed to be otherwise or in her own native setting. She would request one more frozen desert to top off the night for her.
Kathova Daleth: "Excellent choice." She nodded. "An MIA causes many people to look a little deeper, whereas a stiff in an alley... not so much." She shrugged. Or someone who had caught a rock to the head. Course the fact that his dick was out made it harder to explain away as an accidental fall. Good thing he was never found. She plucked up a shot of tequila and knocked it back. She should probably think about some food, but wasn't much in the mood for it.
Xavier Darnai: Natasha would nod and explain that it would be in rotation by the end of the evening, but of course responses could take longer. As she disappeared, he raised a brow for a moment, wondering what had been put in to the rotation, but he would find out soon enough. "No, nice messy answers're better than a very clean question." When the waitress came by and dropped off his glass, he offered her his empty tumbler and took the replacement with a nod of thanks.
Kathova Daleth: "People are mugged every day. Sad, but it happens. Does make it convenient for some." It was a harsh fact of life. Bad things happened to good people and sometimes, if you were lucky, bad things happened to bad people. It wasn't anyone's fault. Karma was a bitch.
Phoenix Saga: She thanked Natasha again. She was fine with waiting, hell she had all the time in the world practically. She was content to enjoy the rest of the evening before she would eventually leave to retire for the night.
Xavier Darnai: Lowering his foot off his knee to the floor, he sat back again and stirred the glass in his hand before bringing it up to take a first sip of the Scotch. It would be his last for the evening likely, so he took his time with it, rather enjoying the complexity of the Triple Wood. It was a wonderful bottle, but likely to be drained soon if his count had been right. "So long as they're not such a twat they don't leave you the option."
Kathova Daleth: "Back home it wasn't uncommon to find people, just suddenly dead of unnatural causes. Generally they were complete douchebags, who just happened to piss someone off who had the coin to do something about it." And then there were those who made the mistake of calling the wrong man's honor into question. That never ended well for the douche.
Phoenix Saga: Once she was done with everything. She would ask for the check and leave a generous tip for her delightful hostess. She rose up from her booth and would slowly proceed to the exit. She now had a new place to come visit beside the Grumpy Gator place. Though possible future endeavors would give her more reason and incentive to return here. She gave one last look around before stepping out into the wonderful cool air and was gone for the night.
Xavier Darnai: "Can't say it was ever an issue've coin where I grew up, but there were plenty've reasons for a sod to go'n get themselves slagged." A quick bounce of both eyebrows was offered as he took another sip of the Scotch, shaking his head once after while he looked at the various bits of intel on the table in front of him. "The organization you'd been with that went pear shaped, have any noteworthy enemies about, or're all your affairs in order."
Kathova Daleth: "I'm sure they did, but nothing so much as to make me even a blip on the radar. I was just one of many cogs in the wheel. Fell under disciplinary action when I ... accidently crushed a target between two vehicles. Made a pretty good mess. Got suspended. I was eventually allowed back to duty but I was thoroughly chastised."
Xavier Darnai: He smirked, nodding slowly in appreciation. Xavier's own record was hardly what one could be considered clean. Most of it was covered with black bars and marker. What could be seen of it tended to be unpleasant. A brief stint working for Redcastle after having run a successful security firm, and finally a very public assassination. "Been grounded myself, it's the sort've thing that you tend to take pride in when you've done it right. Have to say that pinning someone between a pair've vehicles would be a right bloody mess though."
Kathova Daleth: "In my defense a building had just blown up and the debris and resulting dust cloud rather obscured things..." She shrugged and took up her last shot, knocking it back and then setting the glass down firmly. She cradled her water glass in hand after that. "Bastard should have stayed in the car and he would have only been taken, rather than turned into a cream sauce."
Xavier Darnai: "Can't fault the carrier when the package has gone sideways've their own doing." Nodding once, he tilted his glass to look into the Scotch. "Though I'd never been on mail duty, wasn't my particular area." Bringing the glass forward to take another sip.
Kathova Daleth: "Collins was all but foaming at the mouth. He was so pissed." She shrugged. "I don't know what pissed him off more, the fact that I turned the guy into a cream sauce or the fact that I was calm and didn't argue with him."
Xavier Darnai: "Collins." He paused for a moment, looking to Kat from behind his glass. Sure, it was a small world, and a smaller industry, but if they knew the same Collins it would be good to know.
Kathova Daleth: "Yeah. Sean Collins. I was under him in C.I.F.R. It kind of fizzled." One shoulder rose and fell as her thumb brushed the side of her glass. "I kind of bumped heads with a few. One, really. Annoying little twit."
Xavier Darnai: "...oh bloody hell."
Kathova Daleth: Kat had found the White Rose without issue and had taken most of the day to select what she would be taking on the trip. It wasn't the clothes that were a concern, it was the armament. By the time she'd gotten done packing, the first time around, she had enough hardware to take over a small country. She downsized, twice, and all the while she told her self to keep it simple. Keep it subtle. Keep the back ups small, easily hidden and placed where they'd be least likely to be found. Which for a woman wasn't as easy it was for a man. A man giving another man a pat down isn't as likely to get as close to his crotch as he would a woman. Best to have the obvious available, and a less obvious locale for back up to the back up. Which still had her carrying a lot of crap, but it was in her mind, necessary. Good thing she wasn't a girly girl, or she'd have baggage issues. When she rolled out of the lot at the white rose, she was carrying light. It didn't take long and she was pulling in at the diner.
Strange Hex: If anything, Alexandra was glad to have the gallery event done and over with and be closer to home, even if only for a short while. Though concerns and thoughts still loomed, even for her, she did her best to set them aside and try to piece them together separately. A hot bath and a few shots of her chosen vodka, all pieces of the puzzle she had were mentally laid out and put into order. That was the first night back. Francia had done a keen job of interrupting what sleep she had, filled with further attempts of making sense of things that just didn't have all the information that was needed. A lengthy conversation, some brief bickering and drop of potentially important things later, Francia was on another sort of mission and Alexandra was soon to arrive at the dinner. Back to her two toned fringed hair and normal black attire, the F450 pulled up in the lot of the Belyi. Once out, it was locked up and armed with the most obnoxious alarm she could have possibly installed, she was making her way into the diner with a nod to Natasha and pass of dark eyes around the interior to find the man who'd come to expect his space being invaded by a woman nicknamed for bad luck issued by another. Perhaps it was the Gods way of warning people. In one hand she held a manilla envelope, office sized, the other stuffed her keys into the pocket of her leather bomber jacket.
Xavier Darnai: Alexandra's F450 was hard to miss crossing the main window of the diner from where he sat in the corner of the common eating area, even out of the corner of his eye. Lifting his head for a moment, he brought the glass to his lips for another sip, taking just a slight twitch in his lip as the burn settled in. It wasn't the most expensive of their collection, but tonight he was not in a mood to burn through exceptionally good Scotch. After all, there was a special place in hell, he had been told. Xavier had been there, though, and he had not seen it. Perhaps it was just the sentiment that was important. Setting the glass down on the table again, he leaned back in his seat and brought his right ankle up over his knee with a muted thunk, letting it rest there calmly. With another slide of his right hand, he brushed down the red tie loosely hanging around his neck and undid the button of his light grey suit jacket. Something told him that tonight was going to be business he desired comfort during, and so he began to roll up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt to his elbows, leaving the bandages around his left arm that much more obvious.
Kathova Daleth: Kat watched as the woman pulled in and headed into the diner as she swung the door shut on that tomato red '69 GTX. She headed inside, two fingers held up to the girl that she hoped remembered that she liked Patron, as she headed for Xavier's table. Last night's long coat was forsaken for a short leather one that, reached her hips and was just long enough to cover the piece at the small of her back. She stood at the side of the table, her gaze going from Xavier to the woman in black. Kat had a fondness for the color herself, but her one concession to color tonight was the red blouse she wore beneath the black leather. She waited to sit until the other woman settled and then she would slid in opposite of her, even if it meant crowding the boss a bit.
Strange Hex: Xavier should have fully expected that Alexandra would be there. Too many things on the plate coming soon and there was still plenty to be worked on. that and she had a delivery to make. Speaking of which, the manila envelope was dropped on the table for him. "Care of Francia." The contents being a file on every name they'd come across in Spain, and whatever other information Francia could dig up about them. Photos included. Shoulders rolled to drop the leather bomber into awaiting hands, it was hung over the back of her usual seat --the one across from him-- before dropping her backside into it. Only then did she seem to notice the woman who'd come in after her. The slightest rise of her brow beneath the uneven hedge of bangs that hung almost in her eyes, Alexandra watched as she choose the seat next to Xavier. Short manicured nails tapped in succession, just once, on the surface of the table and dark eyes returned to her employer with a blatantly amused expression. "Glutton." Might become her new pet name for him.
Xavier Darnai: Looking up at Kat as she came in, he nodded to the woman before he found himself being offered a manila envelope. Picking it up, he opened it carefully before staring into it briefly enough to determine that his assumption of its contents was more or less accurate. Closing it up again, he set it down on top of one of the more sensitive stacks of paperwork. Giving Hex a look at her little jab, he thought better about responding and just picked up his Scotch again and took a long sip, nearly draining the remaining contents. Oh how he longed for a drink... With the glass down on the table again, he motioned to the woman with the blue highlights. "This'd be the pilot. Hex, this's Kathova, she'll be overseeing the truck running from Sudan."
Kathova Daleth: Kat nodded and offered her hand out to the woman. "Good to meet you. What time do you want me on the tarmac on Friday?" She addressed the last to Xavier, as her tequila arrived at the table. She smiled her thanks and once the formalities of meeting were over, she picked up the first shot and knocked it back, the glass was set to the table and she leaned back to regard the two.
Strange Hex: He should have come to expect her good humored jabs. Even if neither of them were in good spirits. It was just a Hex thing. As introductions were given, her attention turned almost solely to Kat. No one ever got the whole of her attention, she always had an eye or ear out around her. "I see." A studiously appraising look given the woman. Not necessarily sizing her up. Or...rather not only sizing her up. "Should be interesting. Up for a good time? It's always a party when in our company." Grin dawned, but she looked to the waitress requesting a glass of iced tea.
Xavier Darnai: Xavier had a wide variety of tools in his stable, and indirect replies were among them. Watching Hex wait on the straight forward answer, he sat back and reached around behind Kat to flag down one of the waitresses. He wanted another drink at the very least. Catching her attention, he took his glass and backed the remainder, handing it off to her to exchange it for a fresh one. "Anyone else drinking, or just me."
Kathova Daleth: Not everyone liked to touch, and some had peculiar quirks about shaking hands. Kat didn't think much of it, as she rested her hand back on the table. When Hex requested her tea, Kat asked for a glass of water as well and another pair of shots - yes she still had one on the table that was untouched, but she liked to be prepared - before looking back at Hex. "I'm always ready for a good time."
Strange Hex: Hex was listening for the moment.
Xavier Darnai: "Brilliant. I've been told drinking alone makes me look like an alcoholic." Pot to kettle, however. It was hard to complain about looking like an alcoholic when he was one. Leaning to the side a moment, he planted his chin in the palm of his right hand, glancing from Hex who had gone into her typical silent observation and back to Kat. "Wheels up'll be somewhere around dawn, but that'd be at the true discretion've the pilot." He motioned to Hex again with his left briefly before letting it rest on the table with a thump.
Kathova Daleth: "I wouldn't worry about people who think drinking alone makes you look like an alcoholic. Odds are they're projecting." She shrugged, a slight smirk given as she regarded him. She then reached out and gave a light tug to the bandages on his arm. "Are you my mummy?"
Strange Hex: Her answer would come soon enough. She was busy observing the new girl. Alexandra was starting to notice a pattern of brunette women in Xavier's light. A near silent scoff, she shook her head. "I want everyone at the tarmac an hour before first light." For a few reasons, which Xavier should be more than familiar with. Drinks delivered a nod of thanks was given to the waitress, and a drink of tea was taken.
Xavier Darnai: Raising a brow slowly as he watched her move for his arm, he remained perfectly still. They were very well wrapped, minimal give and fine elasticity, snapping back into place against his arm when she let go. Whomever had done the wrapping had practice at this particular process, and lots of it. "I imagine that'd be difficult for a number've reasons. The least've which being I'm neither embalmed, Egyptian royalty, or birthed you." Taking the glass in his left, he brought it to his nose for a slow sniff, tilting it back just enough to take a portion of the Scotch again before he started to stir it around in the tumbler.
Kathova Daleth: "How many times do you get smart assed comments like that?" She took up the second shot, from the first round, and knocked it back, then set the glass back down. She then curled her hand around the glass of water, leaving the two shots from the second round to sit for now.
Xavier Darnai: "About the bandages, or in general." He eyed Hex for a moment.
Strange Hex: Don't look at her. She was just amused and watching and sipping her tea.
Kathova Daleth: "Both." May as well be thorough. She lifted her glass and took a drink of her water, then sat it back down and let her thumb brush over the side of the glass absently.
Xavier Darnai: "It's safe to say I've got a good cut've'em, smart asses on my payroll seem to flourish." The last bit was muttered a little bit as he took another sip of the Scotch, setting it down. "But so does competence." That, however, came through plenty clear, with proper infliction and emphasis. "I may not be your mummy, but Hex'd be the closest I've got to a field commander as well."
Strange Hex: "Maybe now I won't have to work so hard to give you shit." Kat seemed to be doing a fine job of it, and was likely to get better and feel more comfortable dishing it out over time. A darling grin cast to the woman. "You'll get used to his sense of humor over time. Some claim he doesn't have one, but that's not true. More than he sometimes forgets to bring it with him." She made a heart with her hands to Xavier.
Kathova Daleth: Kat grinned back. She had seven older brothers. She had to learn to give as good as she got at an early age. She chuckled at the gesture. "I get the feeling he will regret throwing us together."
Xavier Darnai: "...oh bloody hell." Despite everything, he swore he could feel the start of a headache coming on. Reaching up with his right hand, he gripped the bridge of his nose to apply pressure for a moment, secretly hoping it might actually cut off all the pressure to his brain and perhaps give him a stroke. That could be a refreshing change of pace. Dropping his hand again, he took another sip of the Scotch with closed eyes. Sweet alcohol, how I miss you.
Strange Hex: "Well, he damned himself by taking me on. I think he just doubled his sentence by bringing you into the mix." Slight tilt of her head, she looked back to Xavier after his remark and grinning. "Don't pretend that you don't like it. If you didn't, you'd know better."
Phoenix Saga: It was nice to go out and do a little exploring for a change. Recent events had tied up all of her free time until now. Through some of her more recent contacts, she has come to hear mention of a diner in passing. Tonight was as good as any to take a look and see things for herself. Her arrival to the diner had been swift with no apparent vehicle in sight to have brought her here.A mere glance was taken of the outside exterior before she made entry and a short glance was taken of the inside and it's occupants.
Kathova Daleth: There was a reason she had been dubbed incorrigible. And she lived up to it. She blamed her parents, really for having her last after seven boys. Too, her father's indulgence of her early on didn't help. It wasn't until she hit puberty that they realized their error.
Xavier Darnai: "When you've got an opening that needs to be filled and quickly you tend not to worry about things like how similar the new recruit is to your already long string of worthwhile employees in personality. If anything that tends to be a reason to expedite the hiring process." Turning the glass in his fingers as he let it rest on the table, his eyes opened and he glanced at Hex for a moment before catching the newest entrant at the door by Natasha and the hostess station. She looked familiar, but there was an unfortunate amount of that going around as of late. Bouncing his eyes around the rest of the diner, he returned to the verbal squash game between Kat and Hex. In which he remained the wall. Wonderful.
Kathova Daleth: Kat picked up a shot of tequila and knocked it back, gaze going to the woman who entered, watching her a long moment before she looked back at Xavier and Hex. "When we touch down, we won't be landing where Customs will be an issue." Statement, as much as a question, but she didn't really think they'd be landing where anyone would be questioning them or poking through their bags.
Strange Hex: Opting leave Xavier to roll out of the court without further commentary, she settled for nothing more than a smirk that faded with rise of her glass for a drink of its contents, and brief glance cast to the female who'd entered. In ever traditional fashion, an appraising once over was given before Kat's statement-rather-than question was posed. "No customs. Private tarmac." Another drink of the tea taken, the glass was set down.
Phoenix Saga: She wore a simple midnight blue suit jacket over an equally darker blouse along with a black dress skirt and black heels with ice blue designs along the outer edges. Her golden blond hair trailed down her shoulders and parts of her hair were streaked ice blue. A look she had taken a liking to and help set her apart from the other blond, blue eyed women she had the recent displeasure of working with. A polite smile was given to the hostess as she asked for a seat by the window. Once seated, a order of ice water and strawberry vanilla sundae would be asked. She wanted to begin things with a cold desert. It would give her time to focus on the menu she was given and a long look was given to the daily special as she ran a single digit along the words as if decoding it in her own fashion.
Kathova Daleth: Kat nodded to the information, hand turning the water glass round and round on the table top. She had entirely too much energy built up. Maybe she'd find a gym and hit the bag. Maybe see if she could find a sparring partner.
Xavier Darnai: "Having your own jet's got it's advantages." Tacking it on to the end of Alexandra's explanation, he lift his glass again and gave a long pull of the Scotch, letting it hang down by his side after. Still, for a moment his eyes glanced to the surface of the window, watching the woman as she looked over the menu. Pausing for a moment, he kept very keen eyes on the review, watching slightly to the side of her reflection to avoid the appearance of watching her. Bouncing his brows once, he took a deep breath, turning his attention to Kat again. "On the surface the arrival flight'll be easy to ignore, and your departure a few days after'll be in the same frame've mind."
Strange Hex: A simple nod confirmed what Xavier said, though it was totally unnecessary. She was again observing Kat. Head tilted a bit. "Seems you've got a bit on your mind. You haven't even started yet."
Kathova Daleth: "Just want to make sure I won't have an issue with the toys I'm bringing to the party." She shrugged. "Better to know ahead of time, then to be surprised later."
Phoenix Saga: When the hostess came back with her cold treat. A long exhaled was given by Dominique which would cause a slight shiver to the hostess as if a cold chill had just brush past her. She looked to the hostess with cold, steely, ice blue eyes and would inquire about the daily special. Even going as far as to ask if she may put in her own request to the menu. As she was new to the place, she thought it proper to ask before making any assumptions.
Strange Hex: "No reason anyone should have qualms with them." The tone of voice said that she'd likely be bringing along quite a few of her own. That was just a given, though. Alexandra liked to be prepared for anything if it was at all possible.
Xavier Darnai: Natasha was more than familiar with cold weather, if anything it likely reminded her of home, but a new customer asking for a request pad on the Daily Specials was unusual. As always the woman was ready to serve her post and handed over a request pad and pen before returning to her station. The exchange hadn't gone unnoticed and Xavier looked to the new woman again for a brief moment with a raised brow. Still, he didn't disengage himself wholly from the discussion he was sitting in the middle of. "Quite. Considering some've the toys that're going out with the rest've the passengers, it'd be quite the disappointment if someone'll've put a restriction on the party favors."
Kathova Daleth: Kat knew first hand that weapons could be found anywhere, any time and used to great efficiency. Still, a blade in hand was better than none. A sidearm or two, or a rifle was even more so. Kat's gaze slid to the new arrival and lingered for a moment, before she looked back at Hex and then Xavier. A nod was given. "Good, because I hate it when someone harshes my party."
Strange Hex: Alexandra heard the request for the Daily Special as well and turned her attention to Xavier with a slight rise of her brow. Of course, nothing was said on the subject. She lifted her glass, "Who doesn't like party favors." Not at all a question. Looking to Kat she nodded. "Party harshing will be one sided." Our side was implied.
Phoenix Saga: Ever the polite one when need be. She thanked her hostess and took a sip of her ice water before taking to the pen and pad. Taking a moment to decide how to best word her request and what she wanted to put on the request pad. She kept a focus look while writing down the pertinent details. Making sure she had everything she wished to say and giving the request a once over. When the hostess returned to her booth. She handed her the request pad for the Daily Special back to her hostess with a polite word of thanks. Now that was handed in, she could take the time to enjoy her desert before whatever else the night would bring came flowing her way.
Xavier Darnai: Something could be said about the company that Xavier kept. His network was building rapidly, and there were still some additional positions to fill. Often considering himself to be a fairly good judge of talent, he was looking forward to clearing the plates on his table to see where the fat needed to be thrown to the dogs. Initial impressions though seemed to indicate that they were already very lean meals. Tilting his glass side to side, he glanced to the window again, watching as Natasha took the request back to the hostess stand to begin working it into a proper menu listing for a Daily Special. Business never stopped.
Kathova Daleth: There was always something that needed to be done, thankfully. Kat was looking forward to Friday. It was one of those things that simply whet the appetite. She'd been cut out of the family trade back home simply due to her gender. Nevermind that she could hold her own with most men, or that she had a keen tactical mind. She was a woman and therefore had been expected to raise babies. A fact that hadn't set well with her, at all. Which of course had led to more than a fair share of trouble. It was hard to believe that it had been nine years since she'd run off to sign on with a ship, dressed as a lad. She pulled her mind out of the past, a slow blink of sloe eyes given as she reached for her last shot of tequila. She knocked it back and set the glass down, then motioned for another round.
Strange Hex: "Well my darlings. It's been real and it's been fun. However, it's time for me to go. Lots to do and very little time." Dipping a hand into her pocket she pulled out enough to pay for the drink then stood and pulled her coat on. A card left on the table for Kat. "Just in case you need something. I don't do girl talk, though." Fair warning. No boo-hooing over boy friends to Hex. Digging her keys from the bomber pocket, out she went for the lovely, run over anything F450.
Xavier Darnai: Hex got a nod as she stood from the table and left her card. Watching her go by the window, he spoke quietly enough. "Charming, no." Taking up his glass, he drained out the last of the Scotch before setting it back down near the various dossiers and equipment listings in all manner of forms. Lightly he tapped his bandaged fingers against the side of the empty glass as he contemplated having a third.
Strange Hex: Hex could charm eskimos into buying ice!
Kathova Daleth: Kat didn't boo hoo over boyfriends, ex or otherwise. Generally she just got stabby and moved on. "Have a good night." She nodded and then took up the card, slipping it into her jacket pocket before she looked at Xavier. "Has anyone told you, that you look like you could use some serious R&R?"
Phoenix Saga: Her eyes did take notice of those around her and looked to the patron that had just vacated the building. She appeared to be at ease while enjoying her desert. It was a pleasant night and new scenarios to explore could provide a longer interest. She had the time to kill and seldom like having idle hands, the devil's playground and all.
Xavier Darnai: "It'd be a common recommendation, yes." Offering a slight smirk, his fingers continued to tap out the four-beat against the side of the empty tumbler. Even as he sat there and contemplated the addict's decision, he reached into his suit and took out his cigarettes, setting them down on the table along with his lighter. The sleight of hand that went back and forth between the pack and lighter before pinning one between his lips could have made a card dealer proud, but eventually his left hand pulled away from the glass to sweep up his lighter and snap it to life. He stared for a moment, watching the flame as he took the first hit before shaking the lighter out again. "Though I've found that my relaxation tends not to go well for others."
Kathova Daleth: "You're the one whose walk in the woods helps you relax and release tension, and the fact that you're dragging a body is entirely irrelevant." She nodded. "I can relate."
Xavier Darnai: Pulling the cigarette away as he exhaled, he reached out for the nearby tray to draw it closer. Flicking the initial burn off into the tray, he raised his brows and closed his eyes in silent acceptance of her assessment. It wasn't terribly far off, though catching him with a body typically required very specific circumstances. After all, he'd been hiring these people whom Hex had accurately pointed out all seemed to be young brunette women-- by sheer luck of the draw --with the express purpose of pulling himself out of field. "Never use the woods, the wildlife'll catch the scent."
Phoenix Saga: The desert was to die for. She licked her lips and looked a slight bit disappointed that her frozen treat was all gone now. Well she could always order more while debating if she wanted to order actual food or more frozen goodies. Always was good to broaden her horizons and venture to new places. She already had the habit of extensive traveling so it only made sense to learn what she could from any place she was currently residing.
Kathova Daleth: "Swamps are good. Old mine shafts. Desert will mummify things before it has a chance to deteriorate." Hell she'd heard of living people becoming mummified in the heat of desert sands. "Shark bait."
Xavier Darnai: "Pig farms." Watching as Natasha disappeared into the back for a moment and came out with an updated menu to set in front of the new customer and wait for approval, he hesitantly lift his glass and signaled for one more. She caught the signal of course, and he lowered the glass again. "Though to be honest I've always found it's best to leave the body. Fewer questions about what happened with'em that way."
Phoenix Saga: The blond with blue streaks, French/German Dominique would look over the updated menu and paid close attention to her written request. A smile broke that Ice demeanor of hers and she glanced up to Natasha. Speaking in her native French accent with mix undertones of German. "I am very please with the menu. You have my sincere thanks and the frozen desert was to delicious. " Always polite she was unless needed to be otherwise or in her own native setting. She would request one more frozen desert to top off the night for her.
Kathova Daleth: "Excellent choice." She nodded. "An MIA causes many people to look a little deeper, whereas a stiff in an alley... not so much." She shrugged. Or someone who had caught a rock to the head. Course the fact that his dick was out made it harder to explain away as an accidental fall. Good thing he was never found. She plucked up a shot of tequila and knocked it back. She should probably think about some food, but wasn't much in the mood for it.
Xavier Darnai: Natasha would nod and explain that it would be in rotation by the end of the evening, but of course responses could take longer. As she disappeared, he raised a brow for a moment, wondering what had been put in to the rotation, but he would find out soon enough. "No, nice messy answers're better than a very clean question." When the waitress came by and dropped off his glass, he offered her his empty tumbler and took the replacement with a nod of thanks.
Kathova Daleth: "People are mugged every day. Sad, but it happens. Does make it convenient for some." It was a harsh fact of life. Bad things happened to good people and sometimes, if you were lucky, bad things happened to bad people. It wasn't anyone's fault. Karma was a bitch.
Phoenix Saga: She thanked Natasha again. She was fine with waiting, hell she had all the time in the world practically. She was content to enjoy the rest of the evening before she would eventually leave to retire for the night.
Xavier Darnai: Lowering his foot off his knee to the floor, he sat back again and stirred the glass in his hand before bringing it up to take a first sip of the Scotch. It would be his last for the evening likely, so he took his time with it, rather enjoying the complexity of the Triple Wood. It was a wonderful bottle, but likely to be drained soon if his count had been right. "So long as they're not such a twat they don't leave you the option."
Kathova Daleth: "Back home it wasn't uncommon to find people, just suddenly dead of unnatural causes. Generally they were complete douchebags, who just happened to piss someone off who had the coin to do something about it." And then there were those who made the mistake of calling the wrong man's honor into question. That never ended well for the douche.
Phoenix Saga: Once she was done with everything. She would ask for the check and leave a generous tip for her delightful hostess. She rose up from her booth and would slowly proceed to the exit. She now had a new place to come visit beside the Grumpy Gator place. Though possible future endeavors would give her more reason and incentive to return here. She gave one last look around before stepping out into the wonderful cool air and was gone for the night.
Xavier Darnai: "Can't say it was ever an issue've coin where I grew up, but there were plenty've reasons for a sod to go'n get themselves slagged." A quick bounce of both eyebrows was offered as he took another sip of the Scotch, shaking his head once after while he looked at the various bits of intel on the table in front of him. "The organization you'd been with that went pear shaped, have any noteworthy enemies about, or're all your affairs in order."
Kathova Daleth: "I'm sure they did, but nothing so much as to make me even a blip on the radar. I was just one of many cogs in the wheel. Fell under disciplinary action when I ... accidently crushed a target between two vehicles. Made a pretty good mess. Got suspended. I was eventually allowed back to duty but I was thoroughly chastised."
Xavier Darnai: He smirked, nodding slowly in appreciation. Xavier's own record was hardly what one could be considered clean. Most of it was covered with black bars and marker. What could be seen of it tended to be unpleasant. A brief stint working for Redcastle after having run a successful security firm, and finally a very public assassination. "Been grounded myself, it's the sort've thing that you tend to take pride in when you've done it right. Have to say that pinning someone between a pair've vehicles would be a right bloody mess though."
Kathova Daleth: "In my defense a building had just blown up and the debris and resulting dust cloud rather obscured things..." She shrugged and took up her last shot, knocking it back and then setting the glass down firmly. She cradled her water glass in hand after that. "Bastard should have stayed in the car and he would have only been taken, rather than turned into a cream sauce."
Xavier Darnai: "Can't fault the carrier when the package has gone sideways've their own doing." Nodding once, he tilted his glass to look into the Scotch. "Though I'd never been on mail duty, wasn't my particular area." Bringing the glass forward to take another sip.
Kathova Daleth: "Collins was all but foaming at the mouth. He was so pissed." She shrugged. "I don't know what pissed him off more, the fact that I turned the guy into a cream sauce or the fact that I was calm and didn't argue with him."
Xavier Darnai: "Collins." He paused for a moment, looking to Kat from behind his glass. Sure, it was a small world, and a smaller industry, but if they knew the same Collins it would be good to know.
Kathova Daleth: "Yeah. Sean Collins. I was under him in C.I.F.R. It kind of fizzled." One shoulder rose and fell as her thumb brushed the side of her glass. "I kind of bumped heads with a few. One, really. Annoying little twit."
Xavier Darnai: "...oh bloody hell."
