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"Can I get you something to drink?" Jean Luc asked as he made his way to the desk. A top sat a bottle of gin and a bottle of scotch - I took the only obvious option.
"I'd love a scotch." I said taking a seat on the chesterfield leather couch.
His study was like mine, but more Mediterranean; his bookshelves, desk, and other furniture were all mahogany, accompanied by marble floors that gave the room a refreshingly rustic atmosphere. All of the furniture that wasn't covered in wood was instead deep brown leather, two couches and two chairs; all of which circled a mahogany and glass inlaid coffee table.
He placed my scotch on the coffee table and sat in a chair just to my left. He sat back in his chair, seeming to be scanning me up and down - maybe sizing me up? His face let off a slight smirk, it was almost smugness. His pompousness is nearly palpable.
"Vygot is hidden underneath the Basilica Di San Giacomo. We assume that LOA have tracked him to the city, but the hideout is well hidden. We wanted you here to discuss the strategy, and technique that the League used on you; this way we can properly assess their methods of engagement." He spoke in English.
I don't get a good feeling from this guy. He seems pompous, and arrogant. I decided to give his ego a check. Being that he is from Italy, he speaks fluent Italian, might as well make it easy for him to understand. Fortunately, I had learned Italian from the help of Jean Luc's chauffeur's and the help of Vitur by the time the car ride was over.
"How many guards do you have on him?" I asked in fluent Italian. He paused, it was almost unidentifiable, but he paused.
"Six. My best men who aren't in my personal detail." He said, smirk slowly dissipating.
"The league came at me in a car while on the move. I out ran them on my motorcycle, but they certainly knew what they were doing. I would argue that they strike when the target is moving. More areas of vulnerability - if I had to guess. Even if they know where he is, they won't attempt a strike til he is on the move. That being said, I have a plan." In that moment his smirk faded entirely, only to be replaced by one on my own face.
I walked onto the Luc's deck overlooking Lake Como, lit by nothing but a crescent moon. I found Megan sitting at the teak table with a bottle of wine, and two glasses sitting beside her. She saw me walking over, and she was already pouring a second glass.
"That took less time than I thought. You and Hiro used to talk all night." She gave a small smile as she handed me the glass. I took it in hand, and brought my glass up for a toast.
"He is the opposite of Hiro." I said, realizing that I was becoming more concerned than I thought. "There is something up with him."
"Well, we had great luck thus far with people around us in this crazy world, it was a sure thing that we would eventually need to deal with a few assholes. What particularly is off putting about him?" She asked.
"I can't place it, honestly; there's just something off about him. Call it an aura or something mythical, but I feel like there is something we don't know, or can't see." I turned introspective for a few seconds, but quickly realized that I was sitting on a deck in Italy enjoying time with my fiance over a bottle of wine.
"The view is absolutely immaculate," I said, changing the subject; trying to get myself out of my own head. I got up from the table, grabbed the wine bottle, and my glass then went to sit on an outdoor couch. Megan followed with her glass in hand.
We didn't talk too much, I think we just needed to enjoy each other's company. The amount of time we used to spend together, comparative to the time we spend now is bleak in comparison, and I think we both feel that distance.
The bottle dwindled down until only a few drops remained. She fell asleep in my arms, as we overlooked the dots of light that painted the Italian mountainside; as the gentle roar of speedboats jetted across the large watery expanse. I snatched her into my arms and took her into our room; Samantha was asleep on the bed. I peeled the covers back and tucked her in. Heading out to the kitchen, I picked up a bottle of scotch similar to the one that I had with Jean Luc. I make my way back, and sit down onto the couch, admiring the view for a few minutes longer, taking it in trying to let all other thoughts fall away.
"Dude, I think he's a fucking wizard." A voice said to my right, sitting where Megan sat a few minutes ago. "We haven't met, but that Jean Luc dude is a fucking wizard. It would explain a lot." he stood up, and hopped to sit in the chair opposite me. "Think about it, he lives in a brick house - so 1820's. And did you get a good look at his daughter? There's no way she comes from... that - without some sort of sorcery involved. "
"...Who are you exactly?" I said, noting something that was off about him. Almost like a majesticness.
"My name is Ambrose. I guess you could call me the grandson of Odin, but him and I are rather... estranged. Meaning that he and I don't really see eye to eye, and luckily you're something which he wants. He told me that I had to go to earth, and keep tabs on you myself. But then I thought "Hey, why do that when I can take a shuttle to my favorite vacation planet, and fuck the shit out of this cute elven girl I've been on-and-off again with. Then just pop in here, and have a chat with you myself," and thus the brilliant idea was formed!" He finished.
"Uhh... There's a lot to parse out from that." I said, not sure what to focus on first. "I guess first and foremost, are you all knowing like your father?"
"Ah, my dear Daniel - getting right to the important parts. I knew we would work well together, ever since I saw you rip Freyja to shreds." he laughed, slapping his knee. "That is gonna be on my highlight reel for the next two centuries at least."
"That was a pretty good one, wasn't it?" I chuckled.
"Well, you seem pretty busy with all the stuff you got going on, so I want to make my proposal to you, I'll be quick: Immortality. If you take it from Odin he will isolate, and threaten the lives of your loved ones to make you comply. His MO is to wait a hundred years until you have no one else, when the people with you are most important. I want to offer you immortality with no strings attached, unless those strings are voluntarily strung, by you."
"What strings did you have in mind? And why should I trust you?"
"I'm gonna take the long road to your answer, but I'll get there. Odin has a friend, a very influential friend - well, he's a dwarf, but an eclectic one. Simply an amazing politician. Odin figures that he is going to need someone to do his bidding, as at the time the Dwarfs, Giants, and Aesir were at war. Are you following so far?" He asked.
