World of Io

10. A Brown Envelope

As the door opened, Milo's instinctively moved away into a darker part of the room, making him virtually invisible in his dark shroud. He looked at Vigilante, still standing in the middle, looking curious rather than worried. He saw her take a step towards the hallway, a step towards the unknown visitor. He grabbed around her arm shot her a glare, foolish woman.

She stared back at him, irritation showing through her narrowed slits and the decisive line of her mouth. She looked down at his hand, and he saw the shadow lingering. He had moved too quickly, and now she saw a part of him she wasn't supposed to know of. Damn. Her expression changed into one quite unreadable. She traced her fingers just above his arm and the shadow swirled around her outstretched hand and in between her fingers. His insides churned for some reason, and it felt as if she was touching him despite the distance.  

Their moment was cut short as a voice called from the hallway outside, "New assignment!"

The man dropped something, and walked back towards the front door. Vigilante met Milo's eyes, and he saw immediate understanding. She reached for the door that separated them from the man, opened it towards them and he flew out, grabbing the man before he had a chance to leave. The brown haired Human didn't have time to startle before he was thrust up against the wall, the movements around him too quick for his untrained reflexes. Milo held his hand at the young man's throat, pressing down for effect. The stare that met his was frightened and shocked.

"What?" the young man croaked, and Milo was surprised to hear him speak again so quickly.

"Oh, darling, he won't hurt you. Just tell us what we want to know, and you'll be out of here in a second," Vigilante purred from behind. Milo smirked at the man, seeing the effect of Vigilante's sultry, persuasive voice.  The young man's gaze flitted away from his own and the dull brown eyes bulged, apparently liking what they saw despite the situation.

The man gulped under his hand, keeping his eyes locked on Vigilante.

"There, there," she soothed. He could hear her get closer by the soft sounds on the carpet, but he held his grip. To his surprise he saw her hand coming into vision, stroking the man's chin. She was close enough for him to hear her heartbeat, her excitement. She liked this... and a spark of irrational jealousy hit him. Why would he care that she touched another?

"Milo, why don't you release him a little," she suggested. He wondered if he would let her try, let her do it her way. He didn't mind, he hated interrogations, it was always such a messy business.

He let go of the man's throat and backed away a step. He was fairly certain that the young man would try to flee, but to Milo's astonishment he didn't. The man's terrified eyes were glued on Vigilante, and didin't seem very prone to leave.

"You will have to forgive us for throwing ourselves at you but we just found out that our Master has been murdered. I assume you had nothing to do with it...but if you know something, anything," she said, her voice was like a caress, intimate and lovely, completely out of character. He bit back a smirk. The lie was simple, and should have alerted anyone with half a brain, but not this man, not now. The terror in the young man's eyes abated, replaced by a hint of confidence and lust. Clever girl.

"It's alright," the man said with a shaky voice. 

"Now, we are very interested in all information you could possibly have that could help us," she cooed, and while she was no longer touching him, she stood close, very close. The man's hunger for her became more and more apparent and Milo clenched his jaws in irritation. 

"I don't know if I can be of much help, I only deliver these letters," he replied, but the strain in his voice seemed to have more to do with his reaction to her, than fear.