06-21-2016, 11:22 AM
Ivan sat down with Cruz and Vega. There was some tension still in the air and the slight glassiness to Vega's eyes said that he'd had a few. It was understandable. Sometimes that edge was sharp and you needed something to sand it down.
They sat down and Vega's butler or man-servant or whatever scurried (buttled? Was that how they referred to it? A goofy word.) off to bring them food. Cruz did look better, Ivan was glad to see. And felt a small sense of pride. The guy wasn't gonna die of the sickness now that he knew what he was doing. It wasn't fighting monsters down in the tunnels or dealing with gopnik douchebags who decided to go nuclear for no reason, but it was still something.
Jeeves showed up with the food and Ivan was glad to dig in. And Vega offered to answer questions. In front of Cruz. He was serious about being open with everyone. Ivan appreciated that. The guy was trying.
He put his fork down and took a sip of his wine. Not his favorite drink, of course. Not even close. To frou-frou or high-brow. He'd much have preferred a beer. Or some vodka. But it was good enough, he supposed. He switched to interrogation mode. "Well...okay. Let's start from the beginning I guess. Tell about these people. Where they come from. Who they are. Why they do what they do."
He'd get to Vega's association with them later, of course. His association and what he had done in their service. But it would probably be easier if the man had abstract questions to answer rather than those about his specific actions.
They sat down and Vega's butler or man-servant or whatever scurried (buttled? Was that how they referred to it? A goofy word.) off to bring them food. Cruz did look better, Ivan was glad to see. And felt a small sense of pride. The guy wasn't gonna die of the sickness now that he knew what he was doing. It wasn't fighting monsters down in the tunnels or dealing with gopnik douchebags who decided to go nuclear for no reason, but it was still something.
Jeeves showed up with the food and Ivan was glad to dig in. And Vega offered to answer questions. In front of Cruz. He was serious about being open with everyone. Ivan appreciated that. The guy was trying.
He put his fork down and took a sip of his wine. Not his favorite drink, of course. Not even close. To frou-frou or high-brow. He'd much have preferred a beer. Or some vodka. But it was good enough, he supposed. He switched to interrogation mode. "Well...okay. Let's start from the beginning I guess. Tell about these people. Where they come from. Who they are. Why they do what they do."
He'd get to Vega's association with them later, of course. His association and what he had done in their service. But it would probably be easier if the man had abstract questions to answer rather than those about his specific actions.