MM-Verse: A Familiar Face in a New Case
Feb. 22nd, 2012 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luvs_yogurt The Love Hotel was nothing more than a dream from the moment it sent Michael back to his timeline. He woke up in the early morning the day after sleeping off a gunshot graze to the shoulder in a knotted mess of sticky sheets that clearly wasn't only sweat. Whatever it was, it'd been a hell of a wet dream.
Not two days later, he was back on a case. A friend of a friend of Sam's, a pompous ass of a legitimate antiquities dealer, had been the victim of an early morning break-in. The job was interesting in that the damage done in the theft was minimal, the thief clearly skilled, and only a single item was taken: a gaudy jeweled dagger that according to the legend had mystical powers. The ten grand cash up front with another twenty on delivery didn't hurt either.
Thanks to Barry and a couple connections that wished to remain anonymous Michael was able to get a little bit more of the story, and a location. Turns out the item was sought after by some Asian crime boss who'd put word out to operatives worldwide that he'd pay good money for the real deal, at least that was the story among far less reputable antiquities dealers in Miami. The item was supposed to be passed off in a private meeting, and even after exhausting all of his contacts Michael was lucky to find out the location only hours before the arrival time - he had one single email from the buyer to the thief to go on for his cover.
After incapacitating the buyer's representative (in the trunk of Sam's BMW) Michael tried to make himself at home in the obscenely upscale Fontainbleu penthouse in his best suit and tie, slicked his hair back and replaced his shades with square-framed spectacles in an effort to look like the sort of upperclass thug that would be making such a deal. Sam's genuine leather briefcase that had spent the better part of a decade collecting dust completed the image.
It was only a matter of time. The plan was to get the thief comfortable and take the trade as far as they could, if he was willing to take the bait case with only a single layer of twenties on top of printer paper without checking too hard - Sam and Fi were waiting outside to take him down. If not, well... Michael was armed and ready to roll. At the first sound of gunfire, Sam and Fiona would take the real contact and high tail it for a secure location.
Not two days later, he was back on a case. A friend of a friend of Sam's, a pompous ass of a legitimate antiquities dealer, had been the victim of an early morning break-in. The job was interesting in that the damage done in the theft was minimal, the thief clearly skilled, and only a single item was taken: a gaudy jeweled dagger that according to the legend had mystical powers. The ten grand cash up front with another twenty on delivery didn't hurt either.
Thanks to Barry and a couple connections that wished to remain anonymous Michael was able to get a little bit more of the story, and a location. Turns out the item was sought after by some Asian crime boss who'd put word out to operatives worldwide that he'd pay good money for the real deal, at least that was the story among far less reputable antiquities dealers in Miami. The item was supposed to be passed off in a private meeting, and even after exhausting all of his contacts Michael was lucky to find out the location only hours before the arrival time - he had one single email from the buyer to the thief to go on for his cover.
After incapacitating the buyer's representative (in the trunk of Sam's BMW) Michael tried to make himself at home in the obscenely upscale Fontainbleu penthouse in his best suit and tie, slicked his hair back and replaced his shades with square-framed spectacles in an effort to look like the sort of upperclass thug that would be making such a deal. Sam's genuine leather briefcase that had spent the better part of a decade collecting dust completed the image.
It was only a matter of time. The plan was to get the thief comfortable and take the trade as far as they could, if he was willing to take the bait case with only a single layer of twenties on top of printer paper without checking too hard - Sam and Fi were waiting outside to take him down. If not, well... Michael was armed and ready to roll. At the first sound of gunfire, Sam and Fiona would take the real contact and high tail it for a secure location.
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Date: 2012-03-12 05:45 am (UTC)"I... I can't." He swallowed again, letting himself rest a long moment against the strange man as he came to his slow senses. "Not here. Not now. I've got to report soon or they'll storm the hotel."
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Date: 2012-03-12 06:13 am (UTC)Zechs swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to regain his legs.
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Date: 2012-03-12 06:18 am (UTC)"I am taking this dagger," he said firmly, "but I'm willing to cut a deal for it, no cash but I can help you."
He was offering something that had no monetary value, and in a world of thieves that was risky at worst and laughable at best, but this guy... there was something more to him than just a simple thief.
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Date: 2012-03-12 06:47 am (UTC)"You can help me?" Zechs turned to look at him, "How can you help me?"
He didn't deny that he wanted to see Michael again. Do that again. "Next time you should tie me up." And the words were out of his mouth before he knew it.
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Date: 2012-03-13 04:05 am (UTC)He chuckled under his breath, going back to the pressing subject at hand - knowing full and well he'd been out of communication long enough that Fi would be getting antsy to get him out of there and dump the hostage.
"There's two kinds of thieves, Zechs... the ones looking for each next big score until they end up dead, and those looking for a way out. You give me this one and I'll make sure you get whichever you want."
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Date: 2012-03-13 05:46 am (UTC)"I'll let you know which one I want. You have a contact to make."
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Date: 2012-03-13 04:36 pm (UTC)"Tomorrow, I'll be staying the night at this address - if you want to come by."
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Date: 2012-03-13 06:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-13 07:07 pm (UTC)"You don't." It was the truth, plain and simple.
[ooc: Wow, I win at tense!fail. Pardon that.]
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Date: 2012-03-14 05:09 am (UTC)He stepped over to the door, waited a moment and then left. Best have the seller leave first.
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Date: 2012-03-14 04:01 pm (UTC)"Yeah, I got it. Cut him loose, we're done here."
Who was this man, Zechs? Where did he know him from, and why did it feel so... natural to take after him like animals in mating season? As usual, there were more questions than answers, but hopefully the next night would settle some of them.