01-14-2011, 07:59 AM
Fuming, that's what she was doing. It was a feeling Victoria knew well. She couldn't understand her own feelings, nor, the feelings that people were obviously feeling toward her. The girl had paced the sidewalk outside of the dingy apartment for what felt like hours. Fingers curled in against her palms to bite the soft flesh, in and out, angry, and fuming. Her eyes lifted to the sky. The radio show had gone well, so well, that she found herself almost hypothesized by Roy Munin's words. He was a revolutionary like none other. If not for his lack of strength and power, he would have made a formidable adviser within the Company. They always did need smooth talkers, silver-tongued and smartly dressed. If anything, Roy was just as much to be feared for what he could say to stir the hearts of the listeners as they should fear the hunter that idolized him.
Think, think, she let her thoughts wander and her anger simmer. Sigfried got under her skin. The guy was on to her. It didn't take a genius to see that look in his eyes. Victoria was a skilled hunter, but espionage wasn't her strongest point. Somehow, somewhere, she had slipped up. What did it matter, she wondered? Sigfried wasn't important, he was just...some kid.
A fist slammed into the side of the brick wall, crumbling the hard surface and making it crack like glass. Shards fell to the ground. Any harder and the building would have begun to shake. Victoria walked away from the apartment and disappeared into the crowd.
“This is...pretty amazing,” she breathed. Bright cobalt hues flicked from the wave of people to the podium where Roy stood with his gleaming smile and sharp suit.
Victoria had joined the event moments ago, having been preoccupied in her hotel dealing with an irate boss. There was much to be said of Victoria's lack of communication. She asked herself, time and again, what was she doing? The girl knew very little about the world's politics. She knew very little about romance and wine. All she knew, all she had grown up believing, was that she was a tool. She was a weapon, but, this wasn't what a weapon did. Her teeth sunk into the sugary surface of the cookie. Hunters didn't dress up and nibble cookies.
“I'm pretty amazed myself, I didn't think that this many people would show up, I should have made more,” the young woman said beside her. She tucked a strand of brown hair just behind her ear, and her lips flickered a smile. It was as if the girl couldn't decide whether to smile over how well her cookies and goods were being recieved, or frown at the fact that they were nearly all gone.
“I don't think any of us realized Roy would have such an impact.” Victoria's eyes went down to the cement. The road had been blocked off for the event, the people were teeming along the streets, their words hushed as the man preached to them. Victoria had only taken one cookie, she wasn't greedy.
Jarka was an unknown entity to the hunter. There were only two women that Victoria had ever really socialized with. Olivia, her superior's lover and now wife, and Mary...the local would-be doctor on the Zone. This was unfamiliar territory for the cherry haired femme fatal.
“So how did you end up joining the Earth’s Combined Militia?” her melodic voice lifted up from the soft murmurs of the men, women, and children beyond the table where the two stood.
Victoria turned to face the shorter girl, only by two inches, but she was overall smaller in stature. She offered a small smile. This was unusual for her, but she tried her best. “I heard Roy on the street, talking to the people, but no one would listen. I found myself wanting to help, so I found myself believing. I went up to Roy and told him that I believe him, and that was it. We went on the streets and continued to spread the word, and then, the mayor's office...” her voice trailed off. Victoria's eyes glanced to the man at the podium.
“It's a miracle you two made it out alive.” Jarka let concern shimmer in her eyes. The girl was a caring soul, that much could be seen. It took compassion, a sense of knowing and feeling to be able to cook, and Victoria couldn't even touch on that.
“I don't think that he...” the hunter paused, a pale hand touching the collar of her blouse for a moment. She had worn a black skirt and a white shirt today, nothing special. Sometimes she didn't want too much attention on herself. It wasn't right, at all, how she had been acting these last two weeks. Not right at all. “I can do things that would probably scare him, scare anyone. I'm afraid to tell them the truth. Not just for what they might do, but, for my own circumstances. I don't even know why I'm telling you this.” Her brows furrowed and she turned away for a moment.
Jarka shook her head with a friendly smile and touched Victoria's shoulder gently. “Sometimes we need someone to talk to. I don't mind lending an ear.”
The hunter didn't move away, but she let her gaze flick to the side at Jarka. She was already in deep shit as it was. Victoria had gotten in too deep. Fraternizing, using her powers in public, and slacking off. There was much to be ashamed about. These things, they hurt her the most, and she couldn't breathe a word. “I'm sure things will work themselves out, but thanks Jarka, I feel a little better. I'm just not used to feeling this way about someone, not someone like Roy,” Victoria whispered.
“You must really like him.”
“I do, and, that scares me.”
It was an amazing turn of events. The people at the rally were filled with new motivation, new ideas, a fire bursting in their spirit. Victoria had seen very little of Roy, aside from the most shy smiles ever given to the man and a quick exchange of words. She had to go. For how long, she wasn't sure. Victoria would be back, she had to come back, she needed this. It wasn't just about her feelings, but she did find his words inspiring even if they made little sense to her sheltered mind. Before he could protest her things were packed and she was gone, the hotel room empty.
Roy Munin had to ask himself. Who was Victoria, and how did she worm her way into his heart?
“What?!”
A slam was heard, a fist against the desk. Jeremy stood over the smooth surface, his eyes ablaze. His fingers curled tight against the wood and he straightened once more. Fingers lifted to adjust his green silken tie before those fingers smoothed through his raven lochs. This entire mission had gone awry without him even knowing. He thought that Victoria would be loyal. To the Company, to him, to herself. This was beyond her. It was too late.
“You saw the video footage, what else can I say?”
Victoria had received the phone call to return a day after the rally, that was why she had left. There was no ignoring direct orders, no matter how far in she had gotten. The hunter had no other calling. Now her eyes were filled with guilt, with pain, flicking to the side to avoid his gaze. What they had had...it was all on the line. Jeremy made this happen, it was his own undoing. “The government is going to be changed, one way or another, and I don't think there's anything we can do to stop it.”
“The invaders aren't here, Victoria,” Jeremy spat in anger and walked around his desk. His hands lifted to either side of her face to force her to look up at him. “You forgot who you were out there. This was an important mission and you failed.”
Her hands lifted to pry his fingers away. Anger burned in her eyes like embers long forgotten. Those eyes...he knew them well. “Fuck you, Jeremy, I did my job. I went in, I watched, and I reported. The fucking alien was there, twice! I almost caught him, and then he came back...hell if I know whether or not it was even the same one!” she hollered at him, her fists tight at her sides.
“You can't tell me that Roy is just some average guy off the street,” he retorted. Shoes clicked on the marble floor and he turned the computer monitor. There on the screen the suited politician stood at his podium during the rally, talking to the people. “He went from nothing to this. Look at how he's manipulated the people of Central City. It's going to spread. Where are the invaders? They should be attacking, they aren't even in the sky.”
“You don't know anything, Jeremy, I was there!”
“It's a ruse!”
“I believe him!”
Smack!
Victoria grew silent, her face turned hard to one side and her hand to her red cheek. It had been a long time since he had done that. Tears welled up within her eyes and she fought the urge to sob. How did things get like this? Her eyelids shut tight causing the tears to slide down her cheeks.
Warmth surrounded her and her superior held her. In doing so, he collected the glimpse of memories in her blouse. So, that's how it is... his thoughts mused as he held her against his chest. Now he could understand what had happened to his poor, sweet, Victoria. His fingers moved slowly from around her body, the other arm surrounding her. Tips grasped her chin gently and tilted her pretty face up to face him.
“You know that you can't have that, love,” he whispered.
“You...” she bit back the words. The hunter knew of his ability to see memories. There was no arguing with the man. He had watched her, raised her, trained her. The love he had for her went beyond romance, beyond kisses in the shadows. She knew that he had played some small part in Joal's departure from Earth to Vegeta. Victoria had seen him nearly kill Richard for touching her.
“We have to do something about this.”
“No, don't,” she pulled his hand away from her face. It would have taken one touch for him to remove all of her memories of the events. “There's something to be gained from this,” she whispered and wiped at the tears in her eyes. “Hear me out.”
His mahogany irises glinted in the soft lamp light. She might have had an idea, a scheme, to serve them in the end. Victoria would always be his, there was little anyone could do. Even if he had Olivia on his arm already, that would end, and he would have Victoria. It would just take something big...something ground breaking. Yes, in fact, this could be just what he needed.
“Go on.”
Nestled against his chest, eyes wavering, she set her brow to his chest and let her lips become wet by her tongue quickly. “The government is changing, but what do we care about that? They have no affect on the clients really...except themselves. I'm sure that by keeping me close, if Roy does get in, we could stay in contact and remain on his roster. Think about it...if he's in power, he'll know to ask Zone Five for what he might need, through me. Aside from that, the invaders, they have to be real...didn't our contacts confirm?”
“Yes, there are wars breaking out on the other planets. Earth hasn't seen any activity aside from the two hits you mentioned.”
“Let me talk with Sigfried. I can't say whether or not this entire thing is a ruse, it could be, but that's not our concern. The shift in government power will benefit us in the end. There might even be more targets than before. We keep close, and we'll see money, we're on the winning side. When the fighting happens...I'll be there. Show them what they have on their side.”
“They'll see how strong you are, and know what they're dealing with, won't they?” a suave smile painted his lips.
Victoria looked up at him with a small smile. “I'm going to tell Sigfried who I am. I have a feeling that he's the one pulling the strings. I don't know about Roy.”
“Stop what you're doing with Roy Munin.”
“Jeremy,” she breathed his name, and slowly, her hands lifted up to cup his cheeks. “You always were an old fool. My acting must be better than I give myself credit for. She tilted up on her toes, much like that night in Roy's clean room, in his dirty apartment. Sweet pink lips graced her mentor's mouth in a sensual kiss that had him all but melting in her fingertips. Her mouth pulled away a fraction, tongue flicking out to tease his divided lips. “I always belonged to you.”
The bathroom had no cameras, unlike her bedroom. Jeremy had replaced the camera that she had ripped out. Now she leaned over the sink, wetness splattered into the basin from her cheeks. It was a lot to bare. It was too much to handle. Feelings weren't meant to be involved. She had involved them in her plot. Tears were evidence of her lies and her schemes. What's real anymore? It was hard being a pawn. It was hard falling in love.
The leather felt at home on her body, perfect, like a second skin. She smoothed out the fabric of the slit skirt and adjusted the fastens on her vest. Guns were holstered at her hips, and a smaller one fastened to the ankle of her right boot. Long hair was swept back over her shoulders, a headset against her head, long bangs flowing out like molten bubblegum. Her fingers snapped, static igniting and dispersing, a small smile lighting her features with half a smirk.
We need to talk. In private. Meet me at Aaron Park Hotel at six o'clock. My room number will be 15.
She had sent the message to Sigfried directly. His eyes only. It had been two days since she had last seen Roy, and before she saw him again, she would need to talk to the younger male.
It was a simple plan, and, it would be the best for both parties. Victoria had successfully convinced Jeremy that in the end, her actions would show their power and their influence. Zone Five was Earth's number one hunter collective on Earth. She had to inform Sigfried that they were suspicious, but, equal cooperation would benefit them both. It wasn't as if the entire would would be falling apart...no, proper structure would be in place. With the Company involved, their hands would be in the new governments pockets. Any forth-coming wars would be given the aid of their number one hunter; Victoria. A fair deal...
Her figure stood in the balcony entrance, right on the threshold. As if she could jump, or she could fall back. There was no way to change the events surrounding her, but she could avoid one thing...one detail. She would have to hope that Sigfried would be an understanding individual. Secrets were piling up like a pile of pancakes. It only made her want to cry.
A knock rang out and she snapped her body sidelong, gazing at the door. Sure, she could just not answer it. She could run away, flee to Namek or Vegeta, catch a cruise on a spacecraft going nowhere. No...she couldn't. Victoria walked over to the door and opened it slowly.
“New outfit?” he mused cooly and walked into the room. A quick cursory glance was cast against her figure, outfit. The girl shut the door and moved toward two chairs with a small table between them.
“There might be a lot of secrets going on between both of us. To be honest, I don't care what your secrets are. I don't care what happened between then, and now,” she said as she sat with perfect posture on the chair, one leg over the other. “I'm here to tell you what my employers have to offer.”
He was silent for a time, as if taking this in, news that he didn't know of...“I'm listening,” Sigfried sat down with a slump in the other chair, hardly one for manners. Victoria eyed him for a moment before she took a breath. Her eyes settled on his youthful features obscured by the hood over his head.
“I work for an organization that is highly trained and skilled. We take jobs, we fulfill them, and we don't fuck around doing them. We believe that, in some way, you have a hand in what's going on in the government. My employers are offering a deal. If, for example, you or Mr. Munin have influence on the new structure of Earth's government as we assume you're planning to...It would be asked that you leave the organization to continue their missions, and, call upon them first and foremost. In exchange I will be helping with the efforts, they're effectively going to make me your subordinate in whatever endeavors we proceed with. They believe that you will succeed with your plans and are willing to back you up so long as you continue to do business with them hereon.”
“There's a lot of assumption going on,” he replied and shifted in his seat.
“You know what I can do, don't you?” there was a tinge of curiosity in her voice. She had a feeling that somehow he knew, for some time. Victoria had no idea who Sigfried was. She didn't know what he had done, or that the aliens didn't really exist on Earth. His mind was a book she couldn't read. All she could do was what she as asked, and, hope for something...
“Maybe."
“I don't know much about the government. My job is my life, and you know that I'm strong, so that's not a lie. I'm loyal to a fault. I will help you, and I'll do whatever you need me to do, but you need to trust me and show me that I can trust you.”
“I'm going to have to think about it,” he stood up and tucked his hands into his pockets.
Victoria stood, and frowned softly. Any number of things could have been going through the male's head. Perhaps it was just a ploy to make her nervous. Well, if that were the case, she would have to...stop him from spreading word of what she had just told him. Victoria didn't want to hurt him.
“Just don't tell Roy.”
She thought she saw a smirk, but she blinked, and it was gone. “What?” Sigfried replied.
“Don't tell Roy about this, any of it, please. This isn't something that I want him to know about. This life of mine...it's complicated, and I just...with him, I forget. Alright? Can you just not tell him?” she could have been begging as her voice nearly wavered. The hunter sat back down and ever so timidly twirled a length of her hair. “We all need something to distract us from the truth. Roy makes me feel normal, and alive. So, take as much time as you need, but this needs to stay between us.” Her eyes lifted to lock to his, in the depth of the shadows. That stare could scare soldiers. She was serious, and that was never something to toy with.
Think, think, she let her thoughts wander and her anger simmer. Sigfried got under her skin. The guy was on to her. It didn't take a genius to see that look in his eyes. Victoria was a skilled hunter, but espionage wasn't her strongest point. Somehow, somewhere, she had slipped up. What did it matter, she wondered? Sigfried wasn't important, he was just...some kid.
A fist slammed into the side of the brick wall, crumbling the hard surface and making it crack like glass. Shards fell to the ground. Any harder and the building would have begun to shake. Victoria walked away from the apartment and disappeared into the crowd.
--
“This is...pretty amazing,” she breathed. Bright cobalt hues flicked from the wave of people to the podium where Roy stood with his gleaming smile and sharp suit.
Victoria had joined the event moments ago, having been preoccupied in her hotel dealing with an irate boss. There was much to be said of Victoria's lack of communication. She asked herself, time and again, what was she doing? The girl knew very little about the world's politics. She knew very little about romance and wine. All she knew, all she had grown up believing, was that she was a tool. She was a weapon, but, this wasn't what a weapon did. Her teeth sunk into the sugary surface of the cookie. Hunters didn't dress up and nibble cookies.
“I'm pretty amazed myself, I didn't think that this many people would show up, I should have made more,” the young woman said beside her. She tucked a strand of brown hair just behind her ear, and her lips flickered a smile. It was as if the girl couldn't decide whether to smile over how well her cookies and goods were being recieved, or frown at the fact that they were nearly all gone.
“I don't think any of us realized Roy would have such an impact.” Victoria's eyes went down to the cement. The road had been blocked off for the event, the people were teeming along the streets, their words hushed as the man preached to them. Victoria had only taken one cookie, she wasn't greedy.
Jarka was an unknown entity to the hunter. There were only two women that Victoria had ever really socialized with. Olivia, her superior's lover and now wife, and Mary...the local would-be doctor on the Zone. This was unfamiliar territory for the cherry haired femme fatal.
“So how did you end up joining the Earth’s Combined Militia?” her melodic voice lifted up from the soft murmurs of the men, women, and children beyond the table where the two stood.
Victoria turned to face the shorter girl, only by two inches, but she was overall smaller in stature. She offered a small smile. This was unusual for her, but she tried her best. “I heard Roy on the street, talking to the people, but no one would listen. I found myself wanting to help, so I found myself believing. I went up to Roy and told him that I believe him, and that was it. We went on the streets and continued to spread the word, and then, the mayor's office...” her voice trailed off. Victoria's eyes glanced to the man at the podium.
“It's a miracle you two made it out alive.” Jarka let concern shimmer in her eyes. The girl was a caring soul, that much could be seen. It took compassion, a sense of knowing and feeling to be able to cook, and Victoria couldn't even touch on that.
“I don't think that he...” the hunter paused, a pale hand touching the collar of her blouse for a moment. She had worn a black skirt and a white shirt today, nothing special. Sometimes she didn't want too much attention on herself. It wasn't right, at all, how she had been acting these last two weeks. Not right at all. “I can do things that would probably scare him, scare anyone. I'm afraid to tell them the truth. Not just for what they might do, but, for my own circumstances. I don't even know why I'm telling you this.” Her brows furrowed and she turned away for a moment.
Jarka shook her head with a friendly smile and touched Victoria's shoulder gently. “Sometimes we need someone to talk to. I don't mind lending an ear.”
The hunter didn't move away, but she let her gaze flick to the side at Jarka. She was already in deep shit as it was. Victoria had gotten in too deep. Fraternizing, using her powers in public, and slacking off. There was much to be ashamed about. These things, they hurt her the most, and she couldn't breathe a word. “I'm sure things will work themselves out, but thanks Jarka, I feel a little better. I'm just not used to feeling this way about someone, not someone like Roy,” Victoria whispered.
“You must really like him.”
“I do, and, that scares me.”
--
It was an amazing turn of events. The people at the rally were filled with new motivation, new ideas, a fire bursting in their spirit. Victoria had seen very little of Roy, aside from the most shy smiles ever given to the man and a quick exchange of words. She had to go. For how long, she wasn't sure. Victoria would be back, she had to come back, she needed this. It wasn't just about her feelings, but she did find his words inspiring even if they made little sense to her sheltered mind. Before he could protest her things were packed and she was gone, the hotel room empty.
Roy Munin had to ask himself. Who was Victoria, and how did she worm her way into his heart?
--
“What?!”
A slam was heard, a fist against the desk. Jeremy stood over the smooth surface, his eyes ablaze. His fingers curled tight against the wood and he straightened once more. Fingers lifted to adjust his green silken tie before those fingers smoothed through his raven lochs. This entire mission had gone awry without him even knowing. He thought that Victoria would be loyal. To the Company, to him, to herself. This was beyond her. It was too late.
“You saw the video footage, what else can I say?”
Victoria had received the phone call to return a day after the rally, that was why she had left. There was no ignoring direct orders, no matter how far in she had gotten. The hunter had no other calling. Now her eyes were filled with guilt, with pain, flicking to the side to avoid his gaze. What they had had...it was all on the line. Jeremy made this happen, it was his own undoing. “The government is going to be changed, one way or another, and I don't think there's anything we can do to stop it.”
“The invaders aren't here, Victoria,” Jeremy spat in anger and walked around his desk. His hands lifted to either side of her face to force her to look up at him. “You forgot who you were out there. This was an important mission and you failed.”
Her hands lifted to pry his fingers away. Anger burned in her eyes like embers long forgotten. Those eyes...he knew them well. “Fuck you, Jeremy, I did my job. I went in, I watched, and I reported. The fucking alien was there, twice! I almost caught him, and then he came back...hell if I know whether or not it was even the same one!” she hollered at him, her fists tight at her sides.
“You can't tell me that Roy is just some average guy off the street,” he retorted. Shoes clicked on the marble floor and he turned the computer monitor. There on the screen the suited politician stood at his podium during the rally, talking to the people. “He went from nothing to this. Look at how he's manipulated the people of Central City. It's going to spread. Where are the invaders? They should be attacking, they aren't even in the sky.”
“You don't know anything, Jeremy, I was there!”
“It's a ruse!”
“I believe him!”
Smack!
Victoria grew silent, her face turned hard to one side and her hand to her red cheek. It had been a long time since he had done that. Tears welled up within her eyes and she fought the urge to sob. How did things get like this? Her eyelids shut tight causing the tears to slide down her cheeks.
Warmth surrounded her and her superior held her. In doing so, he collected the glimpse of memories in her blouse. So, that's how it is... his thoughts mused as he held her against his chest. Now he could understand what had happened to his poor, sweet, Victoria. His fingers moved slowly from around her body, the other arm surrounding her. Tips grasped her chin gently and tilted her pretty face up to face him.
“You know that you can't have that, love,” he whispered.
“You...” she bit back the words. The hunter knew of his ability to see memories. There was no arguing with the man. He had watched her, raised her, trained her. The love he had for her went beyond romance, beyond kisses in the shadows. She knew that he had played some small part in Joal's departure from Earth to Vegeta. Victoria had seen him nearly kill Richard for touching her.
“We have to do something about this.”
“No, don't,” she pulled his hand away from her face. It would have taken one touch for him to remove all of her memories of the events. “There's something to be gained from this,” she whispered and wiped at the tears in her eyes. “Hear me out.”
His mahogany irises glinted in the soft lamp light. She might have had an idea, a scheme, to serve them in the end. Victoria would always be his, there was little anyone could do. Even if he had Olivia on his arm already, that would end, and he would have Victoria. It would just take something big...something ground breaking. Yes, in fact, this could be just what he needed.
“Go on.”
Nestled against his chest, eyes wavering, she set her brow to his chest and let her lips become wet by her tongue quickly. “The government is changing, but what do we care about that? They have no affect on the clients really...except themselves. I'm sure that by keeping me close, if Roy does get in, we could stay in contact and remain on his roster. Think about it...if he's in power, he'll know to ask Zone Five for what he might need, through me. Aside from that, the invaders, they have to be real...didn't our contacts confirm?”
“Yes, there are wars breaking out on the other planets. Earth hasn't seen any activity aside from the two hits you mentioned.”
“Let me talk with Sigfried. I can't say whether or not this entire thing is a ruse, it could be, but that's not our concern. The shift in government power will benefit us in the end. There might even be more targets than before. We keep close, and we'll see money, we're on the winning side. When the fighting happens...I'll be there. Show them what they have on their side.”
“They'll see how strong you are, and know what they're dealing with, won't they?” a suave smile painted his lips.
Victoria looked up at him with a small smile. “I'm going to tell Sigfried who I am. I have a feeling that he's the one pulling the strings. I don't know about Roy.”
“Stop what you're doing with Roy Munin.”
“Jeremy,” she breathed his name, and slowly, her hands lifted up to cup his cheeks. “You always were an old fool. My acting must be better than I give myself credit for. She tilted up on her toes, much like that night in Roy's clean room, in his dirty apartment. Sweet pink lips graced her mentor's mouth in a sensual kiss that had him all but melting in her fingertips. Her mouth pulled away a fraction, tongue flicking out to tease his divided lips. “I always belonged to you.”
--
The bathroom had no cameras, unlike her bedroom. Jeremy had replaced the camera that she had ripped out. Now she leaned over the sink, wetness splattered into the basin from her cheeks. It was a lot to bare. It was too much to handle. Feelings weren't meant to be involved. She had involved them in her plot. Tears were evidence of her lies and her schemes. What's real anymore? It was hard being a pawn. It was hard falling in love.
--
The leather felt at home on her body, perfect, like a second skin. She smoothed out the fabric of the slit skirt and adjusted the fastens on her vest. Guns were holstered at her hips, and a smaller one fastened to the ankle of her right boot. Long hair was swept back over her shoulders, a headset against her head, long bangs flowing out like molten bubblegum. Her fingers snapped, static igniting and dispersing, a small smile lighting her features with half a smirk.
We need to talk. In private. Meet me at Aaron Park Hotel at six o'clock. My room number will be 15.
She had sent the message to Sigfried directly. His eyes only. It had been two days since she had last seen Roy, and before she saw him again, she would need to talk to the younger male.
It was a simple plan, and, it would be the best for both parties. Victoria had successfully convinced Jeremy that in the end, her actions would show their power and their influence. Zone Five was Earth's number one hunter collective on Earth. She had to inform Sigfried that they were suspicious, but, equal cooperation would benefit them both. It wasn't as if the entire would would be falling apart...no, proper structure would be in place. With the Company involved, their hands would be in the new governments pockets. Any forth-coming wars would be given the aid of their number one hunter; Victoria. A fair deal...
Her figure stood in the balcony entrance, right on the threshold. As if she could jump, or she could fall back. There was no way to change the events surrounding her, but she could avoid one thing...one detail. She would have to hope that Sigfried would be an understanding individual. Secrets were piling up like a pile of pancakes. It only made her want to cry.
A knock rang out and she snapped her body sidelong, gazing at the door. Sure, she could just not answer it. She could run away, flee to Namek or Vegeta, catch a cruise on a spacecraft going nowhere. No...she couldn't. Victoria walked over to the door and opened it slowly.
“New outfit?” he mused cooly and walked into the room. A quick cursory glance was cast against her figure, outfit. The girl shut the door and moved toward two chairs with a small table between them.
“There might be a lot of secrets going on between both of us. To be honest, I don't care what your secrets are. I don't care what happened between then, and now,” she said as she sat with perfect posture on the chair, one leg over the other. “I'm here to tell you what my employers have to offer.”
He was silent for a time, as if taking this in, news that he didn't know of...“I'm listening,” Sigfried sat down with a slump in the other chair, hardly one for manners. Victoria eyed him for a moment before she took a breath. Her eyes settled on his youthful features obscured by the hood over his head.
“I work for an organization that is highly trained and skilled. We take jobs, we fulfill them, and we don't fuck around doing them. We believe that, in some way, you have a hand in what's going on in the government. My employers are offering a deal. If, for example, you or Mr. Munin have influence on the new structure of Earth's government as we assume you're planning to...It would be asked that you leave the organization to continue their missions, and, call upon them first and foremost. In exchange I will be helping with the efforts, they're effectively going to make me your subordinate in whatever endeavors we proceed with. They believe that you will succeed with your plans and are willing to back you up so long as you continue to do business with them hereon.”
“There's a lot of assumption going on,” he replied and shifted in his seat.
“You know what I can do, don't you?” there was a tinge of curiosity in her voice. She had a feeling that somehow he knew, for some time. Victoria had no idea who Sigfried was. She didn't know what he had done, or that the aliens didn't really exist on Earth. His mind was a book she couldn't read. All she could do was what she as asked, and, hope for something...
“Maybe."
“I don't know much about the government. My job is my life, and you know that I'm strong, so that's not a lie. I'm loyal to a fault. I will help you, and I'll do whatever you need me to do, but you need to trust me and show me that I can trust you.”
“I'm going to have to think about it,” he stood up and tucked his hands into his pockets.
Victoria stood, and frowned softly. Any number of things could have been going through the male's head. Perhaps it was just a ploy to make her nervous. Well, if that were the case, she would have to...stop him from spreading word of what she had just told him. Victoria didn't want to hurt him.
“Just don't tell Roy.”
She thought she saw a smirk, but she blinked, and it was gone. “What?” Sigfried replied.
“Don't tell Roy about this, any of it, please. This isn't something that I want him to know about. This life of mine...it's complicated, and I just...with him, I forget. Alright? Can you just not tell him?” she could have been begging as her voice nearly wavered. The hunter sat back down and ever so timidly twirled a length of her hair. “We all need something to distract us from the truth. Roy makes me feel normal, and alive. So, take as much time as you need, but this needs to stay between us.” Her eyes lifted to lock to his, in the depth of the shadows. That stare could scare soldiers. She was serious, and that was never something to toy with.
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