01-17-2014, 12:19 AM
Hood quietly counted his blessings that she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. She knew him only in the role of his old life, a life where coincidences simply did not happen, and where history meant nothing compared to the mission at hand. That Hood would have had few qualms using Spectra as an excuse to get close to the Ascendancy. The new Hood couldn't care about the man.
As Spectra was wrapped in expensive furs and silks to ward against the chill Russian air, Hood shrugged into a much more functional (if ridiculously expensive) coat of his own. The ensemble didn't feel right; she was starting to create an entirely uncomfortable precedent for him. Going out without a gun. Why did she have to exist in such lofty circles where people hired people to carry the guns for them? It was unseemly.
He wasn't sure what she thought to gain trophying him across the room, other then just to confuse everyone and keep them guessing. That was probably it; she was anything but predictable after all. It was part of the allure.
Her comment about 'someplace nice' was met with a quiet chuckle. The last place they had shared together had been one of the best suites in the house. A fan, with a working light, and running water (cold AND hot). Hell, the windows even had glass, not just wood storm shutters. They had both come a long way since then, albeit she had outpaced him by leaps and bounds, to no real surprise on his part.
"I have a quaint apartment near by?"
Of course, by quaint he meant a mostly unfurnished one bedroom dive safe house, and by near by he meant a few kilometers away. There were more firearms then major pieces of furniture, but it was certainly nicer then that slum motel.
He put that forward as a joke, of course. He wasn't about to take her to some upper-lower-middle-class apartment block. Hell, even he was too well dressed for something like that. "No. An acquaintance gave me the keys to one of his places a few blocks away. Very high end. You should be right at home."
Mr Talanov owned a few condos around the city, held in reserve for high profile guests, family, friends, or if he just didn't want to make the drive all the way home after a long day at the office. Not that he actually drove himself anywhere, of course. The man was generous to those who did him a service.
As Spectra was wrapped in expensive furs and silks to ward against the chill Russian air, Hood shrugged into a much more functional (if ridiculously expensive) coat of his own. The ensemble didn't feel right; she was starting to create an entirely uncomfortable precedent for him. Going out without a gun. Why did she have to exist in such lofty circles where people hired people to carry the guns for them? It was unseemly.
He wasn't sure what she thought to gain trophying him across the room, other then just to confuse everyone and keep them guessing. That was probably it; she was anything but predictable after all. It was part of the allure.
Her comment about 'someplace nice' was met with a quiet chuckle. The last place they had shared together had been one of the best suites in the house. A fan, with a working light, and running water (cold AND hot). Hell, the windows even had glass, not just wood storm shutters. They had both come a long way since then, albeit she had outpaced him by leaps and bounds, to no real surprise on his part.
"I have a quaint apartment near by?"
Of course, by quaint he meant a mostly unfurnished one bedroom dive safe house, and by near by he meant a few kilometers away. There were more firearms then major pieces of furniture, but it was certainly nicer then that slum motel.
He put that forward as a joke, of course. He wasn't about to take her to some upper-lower-middle-class apartment block. Hell, even he was too well dressed for something like that. "No. An acquaintance gave me the keys to one of his places a few blocks away. Very high end. You should be right at home."
Mr Talanov owned a few condos around the city, held in reserve for high profile guests, family, friends, or if he just didn't want to make the drive all the way home after a long day at the office. Not that he actually drove himself anywhere, of course. The man was generous to those who did him a service.