I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. What did you say?”
The cop was trying to piss him off. Kenshin knew he was. He had to be. There was no way he could be so damn blind. And as he glared into those unflinching amber eyes he realized with a sickening twitch of his gut that the cop did see. Saw too much. (Just like always) And he’d walked right the hell into it. Even an old wolf had teeth, and this one did too, probably having something to do with the hand under the table.
There was no backing out of it now, though. About the only thing he could do was to throw the scalding coffee into the cop’s face and hope he didn’t get too shot in the process. But then the cop would know what he looked like and Kenshin would have to move from this district and scrounge up another lead.
“Hey!” Salamander snapped. “Stop making out over there and get me my damn food!”
Kenshin glanced at him without thinking to change his expression. Salamander jerked back and then seemed to notice that there was a cop in the room which made him even more of an idiot than Kenshin was. Salamander, pale and sweating, started to rise. No. Kenshin was not going to lose him. He was not going to spend another three months searching.
“Sit down,” Kenshin said, not bothering to sound polite. Salamander hesitated, continued to rise. He needed a threat and since Kenshin had pretty much screwed himself over anyway, shifted slowly to face him.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Salamander said. Kenshin said the first name that came to his mind.
“Saitou Hajime. New Meiji PD. We have you surrounded and we know about Rat.” Kenshin felt the shift in the life force, the utter stone cold terror of a dead man walking. So Salamander was connected. The sense of triumph took a sharp downturn as the man pulled two semi-automatics from behind him, pointing one at Kenshin and the other at the woman.
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Date: 2012-04-07 08:48 pm (UTC)I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. What did you say?”
The cop was trying to piss him off. Kenshin knew he was. He had to be. There was no way he could be so damn blind. And as he glared into those unflinching amber eyes he realized with a sickening twitch of his gut that the cop did see. Saw too much. (Just like always) And he’d walked right the hell into it. Even an old wolf had teeth, and this one did too, probably having something to do with the hand under the table.
There was no backing out of it now, though. About the only thing he could do was to throw the scalding coffee into the cop’s face and hope he didn’t get too shot in the process. But then the cop would know what he looked like and Kenshin would have to move from this district and scrounge up another lead.
“Hey!” Salamander snapped. “Stop making out over there and get me my damn food!”
Kenshin glanced at him without thinking to change his expression. Salamander jerked back and then seemed to notice that there was a cop in the room which made him even more of an idiot than Kenshin was. Salamander, pale and sweating, started to rise. No. Kenshin was not going to lose him. He was not going to spend another three months searching.
“Sit down,” Kenshin said, not bothering to sound polite. Salamander hesitated, continued to rise. He needed a threat and since Kenshin had pretty much screwed himself over anyway, shifted slowly to face him.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Salamander said. Kenshin said the first name that came to his mind.
“Saitou Hajime. New Meiji PD. We have you surrounded and we know about Rat.”
Kenshin felt the shift in the life force, the utter stone cold terror of a dead man walking. So Salamander was connected. The sense of triumph took a sharp downturn as the man pulled two semi-automatics from behind him, pointing one at Kenshin and the other at the woman.
Shit.