NEW YORK CITY, 1927
Gerard glided the burning end of his cigarette along the brick wall of the building withholding the sanctuary and the broken down office belonging to none other than Jimmy Urine. He'd been content in the past two years gliding over him without making his acquaintance, but his presence was surprisingly requested by the hand of a brief letter addressing himself and The Black Widow. Their names were scrawled in red ink that hadn't made the note more intimating as its obvious intention was, but the statement was curious, a bit unsettling at the very most. 28 months of complete silence settled a grand layer of dust over a former mutual tolerance, not quite enough to be called a companionship. Gerard didn't emotionally attach himself to other human beings as the norm was in society, he kept with his own devices and those of a scorching angel at his side, all others were to keep behind the boundaries of his patience.
There was no use in making friends if they would turn against each other in secret and he would end up with their blood on his hands.
Gerard packed himself steadily with a gun underneath his black trench coat. A switchblade was hidden under a velcro brace wrapped around his ankle. His sprain was in the final stages of healing, although he barely saw it as true harm done; Frank tended to get carried away when they sparred for the sake of training. His tackle had become especially brutal and he limped a fraction in his stride for weeks with great pride. He could still feel the soreness rippling up his leg when he rolled it to test its stability, moving the muscle under a scar Frank was also responsible for. Gerard would grin like a mad man and roll the leg of his pants down again after giving it a look.
Gerard didn't bring Frank along with him. Jimmy requesting the presence of who he knew as The Black Widow was widely suspicious and Gerard didn't register a wink of trust while reading over the falsely welcoming invitation to attend a meeting with him, free of bitterness after so much time passing them by. Frank wasn't offended by his decision, he agreed it was strange that the man who requested to have him killed suddenly craved his presence beside who he referred to as "an old friend." Frank knew Jimmy was the man who put Gerard up to his task when they first met after an entire year of pestering, demanding to know the answer, and Gerard eventually trusted him to know the truth. Frank offered his company if Gerard thought he may need a hand, but he denied it and set Frank off to care for one of their targets Gerard gathered from a woman scorned and left behind with her three children. Venom seethed under the most innocent looking people, he was unfazed but impressed by her determination and the coldness freezing over her blue eyes he supposed must have been warm when she once imagined she'd never be betrayed by the man she built her life with.
Gerard entered the building supposedly holding a running business selling automobiles fashionably presented in an lot beside the building. The concept of a seemingly harmless salesman running a hitman corporation and a line of spies for only what the Lord knew could be for was a laughable one that Gerard wondered if any bystander could piece together while being sold a flashy automobile to bring home. Jimmy was more stone cold inside than Gerard was, admittedly. He was far from being the reaper of New York, but he didn't hesitate to take what was his no matter what the cost was, everything needed to run through the course of his plan or else there would be hell to pay.
Gerard hadn't killed the Black Widow as he'd been assigned to. He ran off and concealed himself in the shadows with his newfound partner and eventual lover, no bad blood could spill between himself and Jimmy because no money for the quest landed in his pocket. He found it suspicious that Jimmy hadn't summoned him years ago, he supposed he went for the shock factor a large stretch of time later so he could make a point that he hadn't forgotten about Gerard. Or the Black Widow, Gerard's one and only.
Gerard entered the building and took an elevator to the top floor where Jimmy's office was located. The elevator shaft ran smoother than any other Gerard stepped in before, the red carpet underneath his feet seemed new in its spotless, vibrant condition. The steel doors slid open when he reached the top floor and across the hall was a door with James Euringer labeled in bold lettering. Gerard held in an unamused snort and knocked on the door.
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