Nice paced about the room, almost seething with rage. No one dared interrupt her, fearing that she would use one of her hidden bombs on them. Jacuzzi, suddenly working up the courage, stood up and grabbed Nice's arm. "Uh... Nice? W-w-what should we do?"
Nice wretched out of his grasp, narrowing her eye. "I don't know! But you know what I do know? We have to help him! We are not going to end up in prison! I may be able to break us out but we would be wanted fugitives! We would never get work again." She sighed, brushing her hair aside as she sat down on the plush armchair, her head in her hands.
Nick coughed. "But...uh... Boss? What do we do?" Nice flashed a furious glare at him. "Look I said I don't know! We have to help him but I want nothing to do with him! He tricked me into letting him in this place, it's my fault. But we have to deal with the consequences. Personally, I want to just forget about this and take a nap. But I know that we have to do something. I say we do what he wants and never speak of it ever again."
Jacuzzi gulped. "But Nice, what if we, um, well, can't get him what he wants?" Nice snorted, cracking her knuckles. "I hadn't thought of that. But I'll do whatever it takes, I'll make Chane fall in love with this stupid egotistical cocky backstabbing freak!" With that she smiled, a disturbing sort of smile at that.
"You know, I sort of hope she refuses. I want to see the look on his face when he realizes that he can't get everything he wants." She stood up, stretching her sore back. "Anyhow, I'm going to get to work on this. I should be able to find Chane quite easily, but convincing her will be a huge task that I probably won't accomplish. Oh well, I'll try."
Jacuzzi stood up as well. "Wait Nice! Don't leave by yourself, he could be out there! He was the Rail Tracer after all, what if he hurts you." She snorted bitterly. "I think I can take that red headed bastard. In fact, bring it on Claire Stanfield! I dare you!"
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Nice hurriedly walked down the dusty pavement, her boots clicking softly as stride towards the east side of Manhattan. Luckily she remembered where Chane lived, so that would make this a little bit easier... At least.
The oak door to her apartment complex stood there right in front of Nice. She knocked, once, then twice. Almost immediately the door creaked open, revealing Chane standing there.
She was as gorgeous as she ever could be. Her Raven hair looked smooth, her skin was alabaster white, and her black dress flowed down her thin body. She smiled when she saw that it was Nice at the door.
"Hey. I need to talk to you. Now." Chane looked surprised, but ushered Nice inside. What do you need? She mouthed. Nice sat herself down in an armchair. "Well, it all started the other day when a mysterious red haired man threw me into an alleyway. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"
Chane looked passive, but Nice saw a hint of a pink tint on her cheeks. Chane quickly grabbed her notebook from across the room and began furiously scribbling. Within a few moments she had written almost a whole paragraph in her elegant script, which she handed to Nice.
I met him when we were on the train, if it's the same man. He took an interest in me, and threw one of the white suits off of the train to protect me. He said he would marry me, but I was so confused. He told me to carve my answer on the top of the train. So I did. I said that I would be waiting in Manhattan. But he never came. Never. I've waited for months, but I've heard nothing from him.
Nice nodded. "Well he sure is asking a lot of questions about you. He cornered me, tricked me into taking him up to the warehouse, and basically told me and the gang that if I didn't help him be able to see you again he would turn us all in to the police. I didn't know you were such a flirt, Chane."
Chane gasped silently, shaking her head in disbelief. Nice shut her eyes in frustration. "So now I have a red haired maniac tailing me, I bet he's here right now, and he just wants to see you."
Chane grabbed the notebook back and began writing once more. I want to see him too. I've actually... Never had feelings like this. Father taught me only to obey, to do what he said. But this man, he's so free spirited and so strong. What if once he gets to know me he decides that I'm not worth it?
Nice shrugged. "Don't know, but he sure is crazy about you." Chane blushed and smiled to herself. Nice stood up, brushing herself off. "Well, I'll have to arrange for the two of you to see each other then. I'm off, I have more work to do. See ya, Chane."
Chane shut the door behind Nice, smiling to herself. He wants to see me? Someone like that wants to be with someone like me? Well, I guess we'll see what happens.
Nice walked outside only to see a man in a black trench coat sitting on the steps of the building. A piece of his Crimson hair could be seen. Nice narrowed her eyes. "Yeah I can see you Claire."
He raised his eyes at her and smirked. "Good. I intended for you to. And I'm glad that you decided to speak to Chane. I'll get back to you about when and where we can meet up. I'm so very excited!"
Nice nodded. "Yeah yeah. Well I actually have a lot of work to do myself so can I go now?" Claire snorted. "If you call selling bombs noble work then by all means go. But remember, I'll be back."
Nice snorted and walked away. "Unfortunately." She said under her breath
