05-12-2014, 12:24 AM
High above the two women, two men stood in the darkened shadows of a large HVAC duct, silently observing the odd interaction unfolding below. It was as if Aria was as drunk as the reporter, and certainly as eager to get out of there as he had been. They left, and Takeo curiously looked to Jun, who in turn was studying the fallen dranaika splayed out on the cement like some forgotten plaything. No one wanted to play with her anymore.
Would Aria return? What would she do with that woman? Takeo pulled his wallet out and checked the time. He sighed. "Take care of it, and have Ren tail those two."
He met Jun's chilling blue eyes. "Discretely this time."
Jun nodded, turned to leave, and stopped. It was very quiet on the roof - just the wind, the city, and the quiet hum of the generator. Takeo waited.
"You should have let me kill her…" He sounded as depressed as he looked, and he looked as if some lifelong dream had escaped him tonight. Takeo was not the only one with Atharim issues.
"You're probably right,"
Takeo said, and he meant it. To leave one of her kind roaming about freely, knowing what Takeo knew. It was dangerous, but it was also his only contact with the Atharim at this point. If Aria dug deep enough, she might get herself killed, or, worse, misled by her Regus. Takeo would hate to have to regret his choice to keep her alive. Jun was talking into the air - giving orders to Ren and others nearby - so Takeo pulled up a map on his wallet. The Clinton was not far - just on the fringe of Cheapside.
With a nod, Takeo grabbed a handful of cash and surrendered his wallet to Jun. He gave the man a pat on the arm, and smiled when Jun finally turned away from his own plans and thoughts. "Stay alive,"
Takeo reminded him of their old adage, then he jogged off for the far end of the roof, leaving the situation, and the slain dranaika, in Jun's more than capable hands.
Would Aria return? What would she do with that woman? Takeo pulled his wallet out and checked the time. He sighed. "Take care of it, and have Ren tail those two."
He met Jun's chilling blue eyes. "Discretely this time."
Jun nodded, turned to leave, and stopped. It was very quiet on the roof - just the wind, the city, and the quiet hum of the generator. Takeo waited.
"You should have let me kill her…" He sounded as depressed as he looked, and he looked as if some lifelong dream had escaped him tonight. Takeo was not the only one with Atharim issues.
"You're probably right,"
Takeo said, and he meant it. To leave one of her kind roaming about freely, knowing what Takeo knew. It was dangerous, but it was also his only contact with the Atharim at this point. If Aria dug deep enough, she might get herself killed, or, worse, misled by her Regus. Takeo would hate to have to regret his choice to keep her alive. Jun was talking into the air - giving orders to Ren and others nearby - so Takeo pulled up a map on his wallet. The Clinton was not far - just on the fringe of Cheapside.
With a nod, Takeo grabbed a handful of cash and surrendered his wallet to Jun. He gave the man a pat on the arm, and smiled when Jun finally turned away from his own plans and thoughts. "Stay alive,"
Takeo reminded him of their old adage, then he jogged off for the far end of the roof, leaving the situation, and the slain dranaika, in Jun's more than capable hands.