Jester smooths flesh toned paint across his face as Ace drives. In his mind he goes over several ways to get a look at the orphanages records. He wanted things to go smoothly. He already knows that Ace will kill any problems that arise without even thinking about it. Jester didn't want anyone to needlessly die.
"Looks like this is the place," Ace says as he drives by the building.
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He looks for a parking garage to park in. He parks the car as Jester rushes to finish painting his face. Ace grabs a newspaper and starts fanning Jester's wet face to help dry it faster.
"Look at me," Jester says as he examines himself in the mirror on the sun visor, "I look like a guy who painted his face. This isn't going to fool anyone."
Ace reaches inside his jacket and pulls out his gun. He starts loading it. He then extends it out to Jester. "Here boss, I'd feel a whole lot better knowing that you're strapped."
Jester glances at the gun, "We can't go into an orphanage with a gun. Enough flags are going to raise with me looking like a man in makeup. Who am I kidding. I mean, look at you even, you look like a mobster. And me, I look like a gay guy with way too much fashion sense."
Ace gives a sideways smirk, "Well, maybe we should use that as an advantage, and not a disadvantage."
Jester takes the gun from him and sticks it in the waist of his pants. "What do you mean?"
"Well, we haven't exactly talked about how we planned to get in the building," Ace says.
"The front door?" Jester shrugs and looks at Ace in confusion.
"No, I mean our reason for being here," Ace tells him.
"I had planned to enquire about adoption," Jester curiously raises a brow.
"Oh yeah, that's not suspicious. How do you explain me being there. Am I your best bro? What am I, moral support? So where's the wife? She just stayed home and you came without her? We won't even make it into the office under those pretenses," Ace says.
"Ok, fine. You stay in the car. I'll go in as a single man who has never met the right woman to start a family with," Jester gives a single nod, "Problem solved."
"Sorry boss, but it ain't happening," Ace protests, "You aren't getting out of my sight. I'm sorry for making demands boss, but until I know, beyond a shadow of doubt, that you can take care of yourself. A-And I'm definitely not saying that you can't. It's just that right now, you don't have a lot of experience under your belt. Don't you get it, your life is worth more than mine. I'm expendable, that's why I always walk in front. I'm that one thing between you and death."
"Don't say my life is worth more than yours. It's not," Jester shakes his head, "No ones life is any more valuable than anyone elses."
"It's my job to protect you sir. And at the risk of sounding like a bitch, if you don't cooperate, I'll have no choice but to give Mr. J a call," Ace gives him a look that dared him to defy him.
