Chapter 19

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Slade had one hand holding three duffle bags and one arm holding a sleeping ebony haired child as he exited the jet. Wintergreen exited after him, holding only one duffle. The other man also had on jean shorts, sunglasses, and a flower shirt.

"We're not in the Caribbean, Will." Slade groaned.

Wintergreen hummed, "I know, but I'm going to take Dick to see the Eiffel Tower while you're out. It will do the boy some good to explore. He should know the language."

"Not in that you're not." Slade grumbled. Walking out to the rental they already purchased in advance. Wintergreen and Slade would return it later. For now, Slade set Dick in the back seat as gently as he could. The boy stirred, eyes cracking ever so slightly, "Shh, go back to sleep." He set Zeka in the boy's out reaching hands. Dick grabbed the toy, bringing it to his chest before falling asleep once again.

Wintergreen leaned around the seats to take a pitcher of the sleeping boy, "That is adorable."

Slade closed the door and glanced into the mirror to see Dick fast asleep, "You have the map?"

"Hold your horses," Wintergreen brought up the phone map, "It's not far but the traffic looks slow. Might take twenty or thirty minuets."

It took forty minuets. In which Slade was aggravated and Dick was fully awake. Wintergreen refused to open his eyes until the car was fully parked and turned off.

"I hate your driving." Wintergreen groaned, "That's it. I'm taking the keys. Hand them over."

"What? No." Slade pulled the keys from Wintergreen's reach, "I'm paying for the rental. I get to drive."

"Not with me in the car or Dick. Now hand those keys over!" Wintergreen reached for the keys.

Slade held them out of reach. Dick snatched out, grabbing the keys, "Dad, you are not Driving. I've seen drunken clowns that could drive a clown car better than you can drive a normal one, sober."

Slade glanced back in the mirror at Dick. The boy's voice didn't betray his fear but the way, Dick pressed behind Slade's chair and the tensed muscles waiting for a hit. With a sigh, Slade admitted wordless defeat, "Fine. Now let's get our damn room."

"Language!" Wintergreen barked, opening Dick's door for him, "I will make a swear jar. Don't push me Slade."

Slade only hummed, reaching down slowly, picking Dick up. The boy wrapped his arms around Slade's neck as the man fished out the bags. He'd already put his glass eye in on the jet and the sunglasses he wore would cover up the lack of movement. They walked out of the parking ramp to the hotel. Much to Slade's protests, it was Wintergreen that got the room keys.

"What am I going to do with him?" Slade groaned softly.

Dick hummed, "Could get a dog and rub it in his face."

"I want to make him annoyed at me. Not make Will contemplate killing me."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

Slade thought about that for a moment, "Ok, fair point."

Wintergreen walked back over, "Here are the door keys."

He handed both Slade and Dick a key, before walking up to the second floor of the building. Their room was view of the garden below. Dick ran to one of the white fluffy beds and jumped onto it. It made the frame rattle against the wall.

Wintergreen and Slade snorted in unison. The two older gentalmen set the duffles down and got to work. It was to be a short stop in France. A week at most. Two day's minumum. And it was already dark. Dick trotted over to Slade, slipping onto the man's lap.

"What's all this?" Dick pointed at the tablet screen and the man on it.

"My target. He's conning good people out of their money and cheating others. He has no children or spouse. Heavy security and a large villa outside of town." Slade pulled up the house picture.

Dick flipped through the photos, "Why hit him at the house? Why not a long shot from a building?"

"It was requested for it to look like a ritual." Slade avoided giving the boy details to that. He was already detested by the idea.

Dick hummed, "So you're going to just kill him? Not the guards?"

"Only if absolutely necessary. The Target dug his own grave. The Guards are just to do their job."

The boy yawned, blinking at the screen as Slade swiped though his work. It wasn't long before soft snores came from Dick. Slade set the tablet aside, got up and put Dick into one of the king beds. Wintergreen was exiting from the bath room, toweling his gray hair.

"He asleep?"

"Out like a light." Slade sat back down, "I still question how he can fall asleep anywhere. Last place I found him, was head on the floor and feet on the back of the chair."

"Yes. It it odd. I remember when you found him sleeping on a beam in the garage. Or that time I found all my cleaning supplies on the counter and him sleeping under the sink. I suppose he is sleeping by why can't he do it in his own bed!"

Slade chuckled lightly, "Let's just be glade he's sleeping at all with the nightmares he gets."

"At least the night terrors aren't every night now."

"A blessing."

"Or the storm's just gaining more strength."

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