TLH-Verse: Another Job
Mar. 21st, 2012 11:49 pm It's just supposed to be another job, Michael had been working almost a week on putting together his cover and infiltrating a small time gun runner's inner circle all in an effort to get close to their leader - a man named Douglas Moore who was proving to be more elusive than Michael had initially hoped. Of course, the problem with trying to get in with gun runners when you happen to have a history with one runner in particular is that you have to sell it. Without Fiona on his side, he'd had to pull off almost half a dozen shady deals to even get to the people that are allowed to drop Moore's name without getting a rifle stock to the back of the head.
He had one last transaction to make, one more very shady deal and he'd been promised an audience with the man himself.
Michael wasn't expecting to come face to face with the blond he'd parted ways with on somewhat questionable terms in a cheap motel only a week prior. Damn it.
"You aren't the guy I'm supposed to meet!" Michael clenched his jaw, eyes quickly darting from one side to the other - trying to indicate to his lover that he wasn't alone and there were two other heavily armed men waiting for a good reason to put a bullet in him. "I'm not doing this deal with a guy I never met that aint the guy I'm supposed to be meetin'." He affects a deep southern drawl, rubbing his hands over a greasy undershirt, attempting to show he's undercover - not Michael Westen. Just another idiot fresh off the bus in Miami that thinks he can run guns with the 'big boys' in Moore's gang.
He had one last transaction to make, one more very shady deal and he'd been promised an audience with the man himself.
Michael wasn't expecting to come face to face with the blond he'd parted ways with on somewhat questionable terms in a cheap motel only a week prior. Damn it.
"You aren't the guy I'm supposed to meet!" Michael clenched his jaw, eyes quickly darting from one side to the other - trying to indicate to his lover that he wasn't alone and there were two other heavily armed men waiting for a good reason to put a bullet in him. "I'm not doing this deal with a guy I never met that aint the guy I'm supposed to be meetin'." He affects a deep southern drawl, rubbing his hands over a greasy undershirt, attempting to show he's undercover - not Michael Westen. Just another idiot fresh off the bus in Miami that thinks he can run guns with the 'big boys' in Moore's gang.
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:20 am (UTC)"You're not interrogating him, Sam. I told you, I vouch. He's watching my back while I lay low."
"He's doing a hell of a lot more than watching it from the look of things..."
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:23 am (UTC)He sat on the edge of the tub, burying his face in his hands. He couldn't go back out there.
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Date: 2012-04-03 04:38 pm (UTC)"What, I'm not allowed to watch out for you? You got yourself shot, Mike... for all I know he's the reason." Sam frowned; "I just want to know where he comes into the equation here."
Michael sighed and answered; "He's not the reason I got shot, we met a while back and then we hooked up again a few weeks ago. He's on our side."
"You sure about that? Sure as hell wanted to get out of here once he saw me."
"Yeah, Sam... there's this thing called shame, I know you're not familiar with it but some people still have some."
"Right, yeah. Whatever. I've got those files you requested, but they're not much of anything. Whoever's after you is one hell of Spook."
Michael tugged at the bag, opening it to see the stack of files. "It's a start, I'll call you tomorrow after I get a chance to go over these, okay?"
"Sure thing, Mike... just do yourself a favor and be careful who you trust."
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:00 pm (UTC)"I know you're just looking after Michael, but I promise that I mean no harm to him." He said quietly, his accent still thick. It was the embaressment of having someone walking in on him and Michael.
The blonde looked up and nodded to Sam.
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:19 pm (UTC)"Good, good. Thanks, Sam." Michael looked up at him with a subtle smile; "And, uh... thank you for not saying anything about this to Fiona or my mother."
Sam raised his hands; "Hey, far be it for me to spread gossip... you better put that yogurt away before it gets too warm."
Michael nods, watching Sam let himself out. It's a long, awkward moment before he mutters; "I'm sorry you had to meet him like that."
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Date: 2012-04-03 05:27 pm (UTC)"It didn't help that I ran off either..."
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Date: 2012-04-03 06:10 pm (UTC)"He doesn't trust you." He sighed, closing the folder before looking at the groceries he'd ignored. "Right now, you have enough information to taken down me and probably him."
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Date: 2012-04-03 06:21 pm (UTC)"How about those omelettes while we look over the files?"
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Date: 2012-04-04 03:48 am (UTC)Sighing, he nodded and retrieved his pan. "I think I could handle that."
So much for staying in bed all day.
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Date: 2012-04-04 03:58 am (UTC)"Michael, mind if I look over the files?"
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Date: 2012-04-04 04:15 am (UTC)"I just skimmed over the first two, but I can't find a real pattern emerging yet."
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Date: 2012-04-04 04:23 am (UTC)About halfway through the first file, Zechs gasped and went very, very pale.
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Date: 2012-04-05 03:48 am (UTC)He reached out, catching Zechs by the elbow; "What's going on?"
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Date: 2012-04-05 03:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-04-05 04:08 am (UTC)"What are you talking about? Show me."
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Date: 2012-04-05 04:34 am (UTC)"Show me in the file."
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Date: 2012-04-05 04:45 am (UTC)"Tell me about him."
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Date: 2012-04-05 04:50 am (UTC)The blonde looked at Michael, eyes wide. "He wants revenge."
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Date: 2012-04-05 04:54 am (UTC)"We can take him down." It wasn't bravado, just his usual understanding about what needed to be done. Someone was after Zechs and by extension him - they had to go.
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Date: 2012-04-05 12:04 pm (UTC)At least... He hoped that they could. Zechs didn't want to get anyone else hurt or killed...
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Date: 2012-04-06 05:39 am (UTC)"Trust me, Zechs. We can do this. Together."
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