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Sutor placed both feet back up on the table as she relaxed. The kiddo hadn’t even been gone a few hours before the office got a call, and as she took a sidelong glance at Dexter the frog, she gave a grin. “That’s a bit quicker than I expected, eh, Dexter?”
The Goddess incarnate got up with a casual smile. All business, she figured, but it left her a little pressed; she was just getting the briefcase ready and a few files on the transportation project cleaned up when she got the call.
“V… Sutor? You got a visitor.”
“Yes, I know, Flavia. Giovanni?” Sutor asked with an amused grin. She was happy to meet up with him, but she hoped it wasn’t to re-negotiate a contract. Or, worse, that his daddy had found out and sent him back with his tail between his legs. Although, then again that had opportunities of its own-
“Nah, it’s… Garret you said, right?”
Sutor raised an eyebrow at that. What in the world was Garrett needing her for. Had he been pressured by the mafia to give a better offer? Or was this unrelated. He’d been very quick to let Sutor know he was more than capable of handling most things on his own, so if he needed to talk with her, something very off-the-rails - pardon her own pun - was going on.
“...Sure, send him in, then.” Sutor sighed. She hoped this wasn’t going to be linked, but two people showing up unannounced at the same time rarely wasn’t in stories like this. The assassin put their superhuman skills into hiding the briefcase she had ready and tidying the desk of unnecessary project files before the man walked in. Wouldn’t do to spoil the surprise for Garrett early, after all!
The fusion had just managed to regain a casual air of boredom and flippantry as Garret opened the door. The speed with which the engineer forced the door open, along with the visible beads of sweat along his face, almost caused Sutor to break character. Man had been spooked, and Sutor’d already figured out that wasn’t an easy feat when it came to Garret of Vro.
“We got problems!”
“What, looking for more money? What happened? Wheel broke? Did you get robbed? Were the girl scout cookies more fattening than you thought?” Sutor taunted, knowing this might be her last moment to get a jab in before the conversation got serious.
“S’not a money thing. We got some underground tunnels hit.”
“Oh. And that doesn’t make this easier?” Sutor asked. “What are we talking, giant scorpions?”
“Try black cloaks and old magic.” Garrett managed, swearing. “One of ‘em came at me. Kept punchin’ em, but he kept yelling something and trying to drive this…”
A knife was slid over across the desk, covered in dried blood.
“Some o’ that’s mine. Not all.” Garrett explained with his eyebrows stuck together.
“Okay. You have my attention.” Sutor managed, shifting her elbows onto the desk as a hawkish look came over. “So cultists, you said? They got any clue you got one of their own?”
“Nah, slit his throat before he could give us away. I… I had to.”
“-Of course ya did! Don’t feel bad for protecting your own life! But I’m guessin’ that means you had some disposal to do?” Sutor asked.
“He’s bagged up at my place, but…”
“Say no more. Next time though, crush their windpipe with those giant hands of yours, less blood to clean ok?” Sutor responded. “Don’t worry, I know how to get rid o’ one of those. We’ll go do that after I deal with another problem.” She’d add.
“What about the cultists still in there?”
Sutor would give an exaggerated shrug. “I can let Sigmund know and make sure they pay homage to the proper gods but right now, they’re not actively threatening us. And once I clean up our little friend, they won’t have anything to say.”
The big man’s face lit up like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “They came at me with a knife!”
“If we go after every group that utilizes crazy, badly-dressed men with knives, it’ll be years before we can finish the job. If this ends up being a bigger problem than some Demon-worshipping LARPers, we’ll worry about it then.”
“So you’re not even going to look into it?”
“I didn’t say that - but right now, you’ve got other tunnels to work on. I’m busy getting our cash flow ready, our stabby little friends can wait. Once I’ve got the time I’ll go pay ‘em a visit myself. Or a beating, really depends on how they wanna play it-.”
“Three more men are here to see you.”
Sutor gave a look to Garrett. “Alright, we’ll talk afterwards-”
“Are you trying to get rid-”
“Garrett, you’re nervous, you’re out of it, and with what we’ll be doing later, we’ll have plenty of time to chat without tipping someone off to your little accident. We’ll go handle it once I’m done with this set of morons. Now go..” Sutor added with an affectionate smirk.
“...Fine! Call me when you’re done! I have work to do.” Garrett yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
“Perfect! We’ll meet at the Warm Sunlight Cafe.”
Garrett looked back with a look of confusion, raising an eyebrow high
Sutor gave a chuckle and a shrug. “If I pick a pub, everyone will assume we’re up to some kind of no-good. People tend to forget the malice of tea drinkers pretty fast. Well, at least in one of our experiences.” Sutor would add, cocking her head. “Now shoo! Go! Scoot~”
Garrett was quick to head out, raising his hand to give a casual wave behind him as goodbye.
Sutor took a deep breath, already readying herself for whatever nonsense Giovanni had planned. In truth, Garrett’s words concerned her greatly, but she’d much rather the man be annoyed than devastated. She’d made it clear that it wasn’t a big worry, at least, for her, and the hopes were that his mind was currently on other tasks right now. Comforting the big guy was more a ‘later, maybe’ thing. Once they’d dealt with the issue.
Sutor leaned back in her chair and let out a deep sigh, feeling an uncomfortable tenseness in her usually relaxed shoulders.
The tranquility lasted only for a moment, before raw, voiceless information blasted through her ears.
The Half-god stifled a scream with no small effort as her head slammed forward, impacting straight into the desk. The assassin gripped onto the desk as she was assaulted by sudden knowledge, hidden truths becoming plain as day and the barest grasp of something greater brushing against their consciousness.
Darkseid. His cult. His danger. His role against the planet - against all planets! Sutor resisted biting her own tongue - not that their healing factor would really let that cause much damage - and took a deep breath.
“...Helluva hangover.” Sutor muttered, as the information crashed through her head. Suwako had been used to sudden information dumps - her worshippers often shared bits and pieces of themselves with her, after all - but this was a step above the norm. The last time Sutor recalled anything like this hitting either of her pieces…
The image of a wind goddess floated through her mind, bringing a certain melancholy with it, and Sutor forced that train of thought to a grinding halt. This wasn’t the time or the genre.
As the mixture of understandings ground to a halt, Sutor rubbed her temples, badly wishing for a moment to sort this all out.
“Miss Sutor!”
The fused assassin looked up at the newest entrant and gave a short sigh as she realized she wasn’t getting that second for a little while yet. “Hey, Giovanni. Can I help you? You haven’t spent it all in one place already, have you? I-”
The fusion started blinking, her eyes suddenly dry and scratchy. Sutor’s senses aligned as she immediately noticed how… off the whole room was. Something between her enhanced senses and the innate divinity in her being was giving off alarm bells about the two guys with Giovanni. The two looked human, outwardly, if built like trucks. Their shades were unassuming and the suits were immaculate, but the body language was absolutely all wrong.
There was a stillness to a well-trained bodyguard -a calm confidence that was exuded through their body. The result was a relaxed posture built off of years of training to be a fighting machine. They might pose to make someone understand to leave their client alone, but they didn’t try to go out of their way to be scary - they were simply scary, and they knew it.
At a glance, this was not the stillness Sutor saw. The breathing was too uniform, the body far too still, the eyes not staring forward with confidence, but glazed over behind those sunglasses. Whatever happened to these ones, they were lacking any confidence or lack thereof. The souls within those bodies didn’t resemble a humans in the slightest!
She suppressed the instinct to simply deal with the two right now - looking across the two bodyguards, they didn’t pose immediate danger to her by themselves. No, it’d be better to wait and see where this conversation was going. Her own instincts encouraged to see how deep this disease had spread, before treating it.
“I’ll cut straight to the point. My father’s taken a very sudden interest in you and… what we’re doing here.” Giovanni would add. His voice was higher, faster than before.
Sutor followed every movement, every twitch as she tried to read just what Giovanni wasn’t saying. Luckily for her, he wasn’t interested in hiding it from her, either.
Sutor had a few questions, such as how daddy dearest found out, but dad clearly wasn’t giving junior a good position to talk, what with these two big, burly gorillas, so she kept her questions restricted to what worked.
“Positive, I assume?”
“You could say that.” Giovanni would add. “He has sent me here to invite you to his office, and make a very large deal. One that could be incredibly profitable, for both of us, as long as it’s done right.”
Sutor quirked an eyebrow at that. The kid was squirming in his seat. Something was making him very nervous, and she figured it had to do with daddy dearest. She was essentially being asked for help here - though it looked like her neck had suddenly entered the market, too.
“Alright, I’m listening… name the time and the place.” Sutor breathed out, purposefully giving out an annoyed air.
“Oh, he wants us to head directly there, if you catch my meaning.” Giovanni added, nudging his eyes over to a small painting just behind Sutor’s head.
Snipers, then. Daddy meant business.
“...Well, with an invitation like that, how can I refuse?” Sutor would ask. “Let’s get going, then. Time waits for no man - or woman -, and all that.”
The Goddess incarnate got up with a casual smile. All business, she figured, but it left her a little pressed; she was just getting the briefcase ready and a few files on the transportation project cleaned up when she got the call.
“V… Sutor? You got a visitor.”
“Yes, I know, Flavia. Giovanni?” Sutor asked with an amused grin. She was happy to meet up with him, but she hoped it wasn’t to re-negotiate a contract. Or, worse, that his daddy had found out and sent him back with his tail between his legs. Although, then again that had opportunities of its own-
“Nah, it’s… Garret you said, right?”
Sutor raised an eyebrow at that. What in the world was Garrett needing her for. Had he been pressured by the mafia to give a better offer? Or was this unrelated. He’d been very quick to let Sutor know he was more than capable of handling most things on his own, so if he needed to talk with her, something very off-the-rails - pardon her own pun - was going on.
“...Sure, send him in, then.” Sutor sighed. She hoped this wasn’t going to be linked, but two people showing up unannounced at the same time rarely wasn’t in stories like this. The assassin put their superhuman skills into hiding the briefcase she had ready and tidying the desk of unnecessary project files before the man walked in. Wouldn’t do to spoil the surprise for Garrett early, after all!
The fusion had just managed to regain a casual air of boredom and flippantry as Garret opened the door. The speed with which the engineer forced the door open, along with the visible beads of sweat along his face, almost caused Sutor to break character. Man had been spooked, and Sutor’d already figured out that wasn’t an easy feat when it came to Garret of Vro.
“We got problems!”
“What, looking for more money? What happened? Wheel broke? Did you get robbed? Were the girl scout cookies more fattening than you thought?” Sutor taunted, knowing this might be her last moment to get a jab in before the conversation got serious.
“S’not a money thing. We got some underground tunnels hit.”
“Oh. And that doesn’t make this easier?” Sutor asked. “What are we talking, giant scorpions?”
“Try black cloaks and old magic.” Garrett managed, swearing. “One of ‘em came at me. Kept punchin’ em, but he kept yelling something and trying to drive this…”
A knife was slid over across the desk, covered in dried blood.
“Some o’ that’s mine. Not all.” Garrett explained with his eyebrows stuck together.
“Okay. You have my attention.” Sutor managed, shifting her elbows onto the desk as a hawkish look came over. “So cultists, you said? They got any clue you got one of their own?”
“Nah, slit his throat before he could give us away. I… I had to.”
“-Of course ya did! Don’t feel bad for protecting your own life! But I’m guessin’ that means you had some disposal to do?” Sutor asked.
“He’s bagged up at my place, but…”
“Say no more. Next time though, crush their windpipe with those giant hands of yours, less blood to clean ok?” Sutor responded. “Don’t worry, I know how to get rid o’ one of those. We’ll go do that after I deal with another problem.” She’d add.
“What about the cultists still in there?”
Sutor would give an exaggerated shrug. “I can let Sigmund know and make sure they pay homage to the proper gods but right now, they’re not actively threatening us. And once I clean up our little friend, they won’t have anything to say.”
The big man’s face lit up like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “They came at me with a knife!”
“If we go after every group that utilizes crazy, badly-dressed men with knives, it’ll be years before we can finish the job. If this ends up being a bigger problem than some Demon-worshipping LARPers, we’ll worry about it then.”
“So you’re not even going to look into it?”
“I didn’t say that - but right now, you’ve got other tunnels to work on. I’m busy getting our cash flow ready, our stabby little friends can wait. Once I’ve got the time I’ll go pay ‘em a visit myself. Or a beating, really depends on how they wanna play it-.”
“Three more men are here to see you.”
Sutor gave a look to Garrett. “Alright, we’ll talk afterwards-”
“Are you trying to get rid-”
“Garrett, you’re nervous, you’re out of it, and with what we’ll be doing later, we’ll have plenty of time to chat without tipping someone off to your little accident. We’ll go handle it once I’m done with this set of morons. Now go..” Sutor added with an affectionate smirk.
“...Fine! Call me when you’re done! I have work to do.” Garrett yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
“Perfect! We’ll meet at the Warm Sunlight Cafe.”
Garrett looked back with a look of confusion, raising an eyebrow high
Sutor gave a chuckle and a shrug. “If I pick a pub, everyone will assume we’re up to some kind of no-good. People tend to forget the malice of tea drinkers pretty fast. Well, at least in one of our experiences.” Sutor would add, cocking her head. “Now shoo! Go! Scoot~”
Garrett was quick to head out, raising his hand to give a casual wave behind him as goodbye.
Sutor took a deep breath, already readying herself for whatever nonsense Giovanni had planned. In truth, Garrett’s words concerned her greatly, but she’d much rather the man be annoyed than devastated. She’d made it clear that it wasn’t a big worry, at least, for her, and the hopes were that his mind was currently on other tasks right now. Comforting the big guy was more a ‘later, maybe’ thing. Once they’d dealt with the issue.
Sutor leaned back in her chair and let out a deep sigh, feeling an uncomfortable tenseness in her usually relaxed shoulders.
The tranquility lasted only for a moment, before raw, voiceless information blasted through her ears.
The Half-god stifled a scream with no small effort as her head slammed forward, impacting straight into the desk. The assassin gripped onto the desk as she was assaulted by sudden knowledge, hidden truths becoming plain as day and the barest grasp of something greater brushing against their consciousness.
Darkseid. His cult. His danger. His role against the planet - against all planets! Sutor resisted biting her own tongue - not that their healing factor would really let that cause much damage - and took a deep breath.
“...Helluva hangover.” Sutor muttered, as the information crashed through her head. Suwako had been used to sudden information dumps - her worshippers often shared bits and pieces of themselves with her, after all - but this was a step above the norm. The last time Sutor recalled anything like this hitting either of her pieces…
The image of a wind goddess floated through her mind, bringing a certain melancholy with it, and Sutor forced that train of thought to a grinding halt. This wasn’t the time or the genre.
As the mixture of understandings ground to a halt, Sutor rubbed her temples, badly wishing for a moment to sort this all out.
“Miss Sutor!”
The fused assassin looked up at the newest entrant and gave a short sigh as she realized she wasn’t getting that second for a little while yet. “Hey, Giovanni. Can I help you? You haven’t spent it all in one place already, have you? I-”
The fusion started blinking, her eyes suddenly dry and scratchy. Sutor’s senses aligned as she immediately noticed how… off the whole room was. Something between her enhanced senses and the innate divinity in her being was giving off alarm bells about the two guys with Giovanni. The two looked human, outwardly, if built like trucks. Their shades were unassuming and the suits were immaculate, but the body language was absolutely all wrong.
There was a stillness to a well-trained bodyguard -a calm confidence that was exuded through their body. The result was a relaxed posture built off of years of training to be a fighting machine. They might pose to make someone understand to leave their client alone, but they didn’t try to go out of their way to be scary - they were simply scary, and they knew it.
At a glance, this was not the stillness Sutor saw. The breathing was too uniform, the body far too still, the eyes not staring forward with confidence, but glazed over behind those sunglasses. Whatever happened to these ones, they were lacking any confidence or lack thereof. The souls within those bodies didn’t resemble a humans in the slightest!
She suppressed the instinct to simply deal with the two right now - looking across the two bodyguards, they didn’t pose immediate danger to her by themselves. No, it’d be better to wait and see where this conversation was going. Her own instincts encouraged to see how deep this disease had spread, before treating it.
“I’ll cut straight to the point. My father’s taken a very sudden interest in you and… what we’re doing here.” Giovanni would add. His voice was higher, faster than before.
Sutor followed every movement, every twitch as she tried to read just what Giovanni wasn’t saying. Luckily for her, he wasn’t interested in hiding it from her, either.
Sutor had a few questions, such as how daddy dearest found out, but dad clearly wasn’t giving junior a good position to talk, what with these two big, burly gorillas, so she kept her questions restricted to what worked.
“Positive, I assume?”
“You could say that.” Giovanni would add. “He has sent me here to invite you to his office, and make a very large deal. One that could be incredibly profitable, for both of us, as long as it’s done right.”
Sutor quirked an eyebrow at that. The kid was squirming in his seat. Something was making him very nervous, and she figured it had to do with daddy dearest. She was essentially being asked for help here - though it looked like her neck had suddenly entered the market, too.
“Alright, I’m listening… name the time and the place.” Sutor breathed out, purposefully giving out an annoyed air.
“Oh, he wants us to head directly there, if you catch my meaning.” Giovanni added, nudging his eyes over to a small painting just behind Sutor’s head.
Snipers, then. Daddy meant business.
“...Well, with an invitation like that, how can I refuse?” Sutor would ask. “Let’s get going, then. Time waits for no man - or woman -, and all that.”