fandomtownies | Thursday, Wolfram and Hart

It's much like the last time Lilah had a visit. Only this time there is no spooking her. The door slams open and right back shut. There's a click as someone turns the lock and then the chair in front of Lilah's desk is sent flying across to room. It shatters into pieces against the wall.

Lilah jumped in her chair, startled as the chair shattered. Okay, really not good.

She stood and straightened her jacket around her. "Tex. How lovely of you to drop by."

"Were you expecting me?" Tex hit the camouflage and appeared before Lilah. If armours would have expressions, she wouldn't look too pleased.

"No, of course not," Lilah hastily assurred her. "It's just that none of our current client roster happens to be ~~destructive~~ invisible. Your armor...has some truly unique capabilities."

Lilah didn't groan as soon as those words came out of her mouth, but it was a close thing. Probably a good thing she was already dead.

Tex reached behind her, pulling a hilt from somewhere out of her armour. She made one sweep with her arm, and a two spiked energy blade (http://www.the-junkyard.net/images/weapons/halo2/w_energysword.jpg) actived itself. "I have a lot of unique capabilities, with or without my armour. I'm also very eager to demonstrate them to you."

Lilah swallowed a bit nervously. "I'm honored."

((Anything short of death or unconsciousness. Since she's already technically dead, though, and that's not really common knowledge, use "what would kill a normal human" as a guideline, I think?))

"As you should be," Tex snarled and jumped forward. She struck the desk with her sword, the blade easily slicing through it. "I don't like people messing with me and something tells me you haven't been playing ball."

Lilah jumped back against the wall and watched her desk split neatly in two. She swallowed again. "Not much of an athlete, really. I'm more the spectator type." She smiled sickly.

"Oh, I know your type." Tex kicked the desk out of the way and moved closer to Lilah. It's easy to corner a prey when they go jump up against the wall by themselves.

"I get paid by people like you to do their dirty work. Wipe out a base here, shoot an obnoxious enemy there, torture the dumb bitch who doesn't know when she's playing with something she can't control... It's always fun to watch them squirm and bag," she sounded pretty cheerful about it.

Torture? She wasn't getting paid enough to put up with being tortured. Which would definitely be something she'd be bringing up with the home office later.

When in doubt? Negotiate. "Look, you strike me as a reasonable woman..."

Tex didn't give Lilah a chance to finish that sentence. Without warning, she struck out at the woman's jaw.

"Oh, I'm very reasonable," she agreed.

Tex's jaw connected with Lilah's jaw and sent her head back against the brick wall. Dazed, she spit out a mouthful of blood, then tried to stumble towards the door.

Yeah, definitely not getting paid enough for this. Bitch probably broke her jaw.

Tex stood back, letting Lilah actually get a few paces towards the door before grabbing hold of her arm and pushing her back towards the wall.

"Leaving so soon? I've just begun. Unless there's something you'd like to share?"

Talking was unfortunately difficult because of her newly unaligned jaw, but Lilah made the effort as her back made contact with the wall.

She wasn't sure if she could die again, but she didn't want to find out.

"Nod...be...nytic...hiderd..."

Which really didn't make much sense. It was so easy to forget how fragile people out of armour were.

"Right, why don't you put it in black and white?" She grabbed Lilah's shoulder and pushed her towards the remains of her desk.

Lilah fell to her knees and promptly smacked her right knee on the desk. Which, really, was the least of her problems, considering her head felt like it was ready to fall off.

She scrambled through the drawers, eventually finding a pen and a scrap of paper. The hell with the Senior Partners.

It wasn't me who cast the spell. A mystic was hired to do the job.

She also wrote down an address.

What else do you want?

"See? If you just try you can become a great athlete," Tex smirked and thumped Lilah on the back. It was supposedly a friendly gesture, but the force she put behind it might not feel that way.

"So you paid someone to put a spell on me which activated O'Malley? Why? Did Wyoming put you up to this?"

Lilah stifled a scream at the thump on the back and began to wonder if she had medical insurance.

No idea. Got instructions from Senior Partners.

"Who's that?" Tex had never heard of them, but it reassured her at least that the attack hadn't come from her own time.

My bosses.

Screw them for getting her into this. Fine print her ass.

Tex squatted next to Lilah. She leaned close enough to study the woman's face.

"So tell me, what's going to keep me from killing you and slowly working my way up the chain of command?" She asked as she brought the sword dangerously close to the back of Lilah's neck.

To her credit, Lilah didn't flinch, although there may have been a slight whimper, which she would later blame on her jaw, which was throbbing like a son of a bitch, so that was okay.

She once again reached for the pen and scrawled a note.

I can pay you.

Tex tilted her head and mulled over it.

"That's going to be one fucking large bill," she commented, almost sounding bored. With a lazy flick of her wrist she made a slight haircut adjustment. "Keep writing."

Lilah winced as she saw her hair fall to the floor.

She'd have to go to L.A. when she got out of traction to get it fixed.

Money, weapons, or something else?

"I like money," Tex said pleasently and picked the pen from Lilah's fingers. She wrote down a figure on the paper. "Lots of it," she dropped the pen again.

"Weapons are nice, but I'm an arms dealer. I doubt there's much you can surprise me with. Maybe something else? I was just thinking that walking can be such a bitch sometimes. How about a bike? You know, one that's sturdy enough to carry someone in armour. Black. I like black."

She considered it some more. "And there was a toy I'm looking for. They don't seem to have it here. You know, I like target practice, but it's such a bitch having these unmoving targets in my shop. A woman of your resources should be able to come up with some sort of alternative. What do you think?"

Done.

This was so going on her expense account.

"Nice doing business with you," Tex grinned and de-activated the energy sword. If Lilah thought that was the end of it, she was mistaken though. Without warning, Tex grabbed hold of Lilah's shorter hair and pulled her up by it.

"Just keep in mind," she said as she leaned really close, faceplate nearly touching, "you're my bitch now. Mess with me ever again and I won't be as nice about it."

Lilah groaned as her head was jerked back and used to bring her to her feet.

She nodded once, carefully. The Partners would need to know Tex was off limits, or that they'd need to find another way in, since their oh so brilliant plan had failed. ~~Again.~~

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((That seems to be an ongoing LJ issue today.))

Lilah was sent back to her knees.

Once Tex left and she regained a bare minimum of composure, she did a quick inventory of her injuries.

Damn it. She made a call (http://dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com/1473.html?thread=370113#t370113) and staggered towards the door.

"Good girl," Tex pushed her right back down and snatched up the piece of paper with the confession and the adress. "I hope this was as pleasant for you as it was for me."

She took a step back and hit her active camouflage again, disappearing right into thin air. Deciding that unlocking the door was a waist of time, she just knocked it open effortlessly and left Lilah to fend for herself.

Lilah was sent back to her knees.

Once Tex left and she regained a bare minimum of composure, she did a quick inventory of her injuries.

Damn it. She made a call (http://dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com/1473.html?thread=370113#t370113) and staggered out the door.

<a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/543806.html>And her page was answered.</a>

And her page was answered (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/543806.html)

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