The Striker & The Fury

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"... Should I be honoured that you asked me to meet here?"

"Save your sarcasm for the rest of the world. Salazar knows I don't have time for it."

An icy laugh puncturing the silence.

"... So what do you want, then?"

"A favour."

"I don't do favours. You, of all people, should know that by now."

"A trade, then."

"... And what do you have to give me?"

"Nothing comes to mind at the moment. But perhaps, you'd like to bank a favour of your own from me. One you can redeem in the future, at a time of your choosing."

"... Hmm ..."

"Stop toying with me and give me an answer."

"... Very well. I'll indulge you. But if only for my own amusement."

"I don't care why you do it, just do it."

For a moment, complete quiet as cold brown eyes meet nearly black eyes.

The two of them, challenging one another, evaluating one another.

Finally, a sigh, "... So what do you want?"

"It's regarding Evan."

"... You should have said that immediately. You have my complete attention."

"Don't provoke me -"

"It's what I do, darling."

"... I've got this bizarre hunch."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"The same one from before?"

"Mmm."

"... Care to elaborate?"

"No. I'm not in the business of telling you anything. All I want from you is for you to keep following him."

"I always follow Evaaaaan, darling."

"And?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary. Not yet."

"Well, keep on him."

"... Of course, darling."

"And you will let me know if you notice absolutely anything unusual?"

"Mmmhm."

"Very well."

One pair of footsteps leisurely walking away, whistling a mocking carefree tune as they slip out of the room and down the hall. The other, now left alone, coming to a halt in front of a large mirror, brown eyes frowning at the reflection before them.

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