Butterflies

Chapter 22

They were back in the dyer, grimy walls of Frenchie's safe house faster than Violet would have liked. Everyone was back to their same business; Kimiko examining her origami, M.M. organizing his dollhouse. It was a familiarity that although in a dust filled basement, was becoming comfortable. Violet lightly waved to Kimiko as she passed, and she grinned up to her as Violet slipped off her jacket along with Butcher.

"Just had a meeting with the colonel," he announced, everyone looking up questioningly.

"Colonel Mallory?" Frenchie wondered, "Y-You two saw her?"

"That's right Frenchie," Butcher patted the side of his head, "she's gonna help us. We get her the Supe terrorist, she's gonna get the CIA to scrub our records clean, get the Old Bill off our asses, get you back to your girls," he said to M.M..

Although not the full plan, Violet had no expectations that he would tell the full one, even if it would benefit them greatly. As much as she wanted to blurt that Vought had his long lost wife in custody, Butcher would positively kill her.

"God do we know you're telling the truth?" Hughie asked the important question, "Violet?"

"734 Central Ave., Newark," Butcher replied before Violet had the chance.

"What does that mean?"

"That's the address she gave us," Violet told him "it's linked to the blind bank account that smuggled that Supe stateside."

Smugly pointing to Violet, Butcher continued with his own words "and I'll bet you he's there. Oh my Lord. Ain't you twats lucky that we make a great team eh?"

Scoffing, Violet shook her head disapprovingly, Hughie glaring at him harder than he'd done before. It was growing, his anger, building to something so exponentially large, Violet didn't know why he hadn't exploded already. When Butcher turned around to the others to rely the detail of their next trip, Hughie cornered Violet. She backed up immediately, not wanting to be the wedge that was growing between Hughie and Butcher.

"You're really okay with this?" Hughie asked her "after how you acted when he came back? How he practically left you behind and now acts like nothing happened?"

"Oh don't pull that shit with me Hughie. I agreed with you! Butcher isn't the leader I want, but he's the best one we have," she lowered her voice as Hughie faltered, "I'm sorry kid, but I'm not letting my personal feelings get in the middle, I suggest you do the same."

And with that she pushed passed him, settled on having some girly time just her and Kimiko. For once then, things might feel sane.

Checking her newly painted blue nails one last time, Violet hopped out the van to the location provided by Mallory. Their girly time did not go unchecked between them. Pampering the same way they did before everything went down. Doing each other's hair, painting nails, was about the only part of Violet's day she could openly say she enjoyed, finally having a proper female friend. They are friendships so important, not the same between man and woman. Violet didn't know how much she needed one, until she had one.

While Butcher and Frenchie checked over their weaponry, she stood off to the side and took deep breaths. All she needed were her powers, and she was certain that she would be fine with just that. However the nervous jitters still arrived, and Violet still despised the idea of hurting someone.

"Halothane shot," Frenchie presented the bullet to Butcher, "I only got two of these."

"Well we better make it count," he replied.

"What if it doesn't work on the terrorist inside?"

"Then we're right and well fucked," Butcher told him.