Lenaara
Dreaming of honey cakes.
“Eh. Big one, good beard. Heard he was strong or somethin`.” Cortez scratched his chin.
Lena had an urge to walk into a nearby wall.
The conversation had gotten very dull and slow since Cortez was called into the office. Lucas sat in his chair, leaning back and all, and was picking something from beneath one of his fingernails. It looked disgusting as he tried to chew on the nail but whatever grime was under the damn thing would not get out. So, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pocket knife. Lena had a fleeting thought that the knife had probably been in such places and people that it was most unsanitary to pick your own flesh with it. But Lucas didn’t care. It was him, after all, who ran this unsanitary establishment.
Cortez stood before her, Lucas sat behind her, and Cortez kept fidgeting as he spoke. She asked him to remember any Gifted entering the strip club the past week and Cortez’s replies were most unsatisfactory. Each time he answered he scratched his chin, temples, and nose, let his hands fall on top of his guns as if to check if they were still there, rubbed his head. It seemed that such intense thinking made him uncomfortable.
Well, it made Lena uncomfortable trying to understand what he is saying.
“Amazing. Where did you direct them?” Lena asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
For a moment Cortez had looked down at Lucas, as Lucas was sitting and even while standing he would still be barely reaching Cortez’s waist, and then back at Lena. Lena did not see what Lucas had done but it seemed like he gave his bodyguard some sort of a sign, maybe approval, that he could speak.
“Block 52 factory warehouses. I sent all six there when they paid up,” he scratched at the corner of his eye and then flicked his fingers to get rid of the grime, “ugh.”
From behind the door there was a faint rustling of beads heard and then voices. Cortez reacted first as he looked over his shoulder and let out a deep growl, one of his hands fell on top of his gun but he did not move yet. Lena heard Lucas fidgeting in his seat and open a drawer. Judging by a faint click he had reloaded a gun.
“Customers?” Lena asked calmly.
“Not expectin` any,” Lucas replied and put the gun over his lap, “Cortez?”
When Lena turned around to look at Lucas the man was paler than usual. He was a coward who boasted power that he did not have, so an attack within his own office would be most unpleasant for him. That’s why he kept Cortez outside. The cowardly man even shifted his seat in such a way that he was directly hiding behind Lena for what good it did.
Cortez, on the other hand, looked tense. His muscles budged at his arms and his lip rose in a sneer, also he kept snorting as if trying to get some bad smell out of his nostrils.
For a moment Lena thought of Stain and cursed under her breath. The man was still outside, as he was told, and would not risk going to Lucas’ office without a good reason and to avoid Lena snapping at him again. She hoped he did not die within the fifteen minutes of her not watching over him.
It was not Stain behind the door, she was sure of it, and it was not some local gang or the other trying to claim the place. There would be shooting otherwise.
Unlike Cortez Lena did not reach for her gun but kept standing still, her arms loosely crossed over her chest, but even so she was as tense as the bodyguard was and kept clenching her jaw.
The bodyguard moved towards the door and opened it, his body turned in such a way that if the need arose he would pull out one of his guns and aim.
Lena had an urge to walk into a nearby wall.
The conversation had gotten very dull and slow since Cortez was called into the office. Lucas sat in his chair, leaning back and all, and was picking something from beneath one of his fingernails. It looked disgusting as he tried to chew on the nail but whatever grime was under the damn thing would not get out. So, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pocket knife. Lena had a fleeting thought that the knife had probably been in such places and people that it was most unsanitary to pick your own flesh with it. But Lucas didn’t care. It was him, after all, who ran this unsanitary establishment.
Cortez stood before her, Lucas sat behind her, and Cortez kept fidgeting as he spoke. She asked him to remember any Gifted entering the strip club the past week and Cortez’s replies were most unsatisfactory. Each time he answered he scratched his chin, temples, and nose, let his hands fall on top of his guns as if to check if they were still there, rubbed his head. It seemed that such intense thinking made him uncomfortable.
Well, it made Lena uncomfortable trying to understand what he is saying.
“Amazing. Where did you direct them?” Lena asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
For a moment Cortez had looked down at Lucas, as Lucas was sitting and even while standing he would still be barely reaching Cortez’s waist, and then back at Lena. Lena did not see what Lucas had done but it seemed like he gave his bodyguard some sort of a sign, maybe approval, that he could speak.
“Block 52 factory warehouses. I sent all six there when they paid up,” he scratched at the corner of his eye and then flicked his fingers to get rid of the grime, “ugh.”
From behind the door there was a faint rustling of beads heard and then voices. Cortez reacted first as he looked over his shoulder and let out a deep growl, one of his hands fell on top of his gun but he did not move yet. Lena heard Lucas fidgeting in his seat and open a drawer. Judging by a faint click he had reloaded a gun.
“Customers?” Lena asked calmly.
“Not expectin` any,” Lucas replied and put the gun over his lap, “Cortez?”
When Lena turned around to look at Lucas the man was paler than usual. He was a coward who boasted power that he did not have, so an attack within his own office would be most unpleasant for him. That’s why he kept Cortez outside. The cowardly man even shifted his seat in such a way that he was directly hiding behind Lena for what good it did.
Cortez, on the other hand, looked tense. His muscles budged at his arms and his lip rose in a sneer, also he kept snorting as if trying to get some bad smell out of his nostrils.
For a moment Lena thought of Stain and cursed under her breath. The man was still outside, as he was told, and would not risk going to Lucas’ office without a good reason and to avoid Lena snapping at him again. She hoped he did not die within the fifteen minutes of her not watching over him.
It was not Stain behind the door, she was sure of it, and it was not some local gang or the other trying to claim the place. There would be shooting otherwise.
Unlike Cortez Lena did not reach for her gun but kept standing still, her arms loosely crossed over her chest, but even so she was as tense as the bodyguard was and kept clenching her jaw.
The bodyguard moved towards the door and opened it, his body turned in such a way that if the need arose he would pull out one of his guns and aim.