17-02-2020, 01:14 AM
"You are a criminal, Helen Parker. That's how you've always thought of yourself, so that's what you've learned how to be. You're not going to beat this Nazi fuck by trying to be Troy or Vincenzo! You're going to do it by being the Fucking Cunt you become when someone tries to touch your real family! By being the woman who removed David Igazi, Armando Santori, and Leonard Whyte from all mortal affairs. And is going to take down Heinrich Dietz before he kills anyone else! Except maybe his own guys. He seems like that sort of prick; nothing you can really do about that."
"Heh," Helen hehed. "Ramirez and I were talking about those guys earlier. He didn't actually say the words 'you think you're a criminal, you need to stop acting like one' but he got his point across. You're making it sound like I need to act like MORE of one!"
"Good," said Suzy-Q as she moved her hand to Helen's breast like Helen had been doing to hers whenever possible. "I was hoping my message wasn't being lost on you. You and Mander ARE Robbers, but you're trying to play Cops and that's why you plan to let Luc take Dietz to prison. I got from your thoughts that you don't plan to kill him. Let me know if Stavro gets that 'private time' with this asshole. Susan might fly there to watch it happen. Maybe Troy, probably Julie."
"If they don't, they'll have to wait until the studio releases volume I of our new video series, 'San Finzione's Wackiest Nazi Beatings!'"
"Plus, just think of Mander a moment." Suzy-Q paused to say. "You promised that man he'd get to kill Nazis. Plural! He's been in your country a whole day now and only gotten to kill one! I think Maria should get credit for the tank. I mean, you had it right at the end there, but until then, it was all Maria."
"You're right." Helen agreed. "Vincenzo banned fox hunts years ago, but I just plain wouldn't be a good hostess if I promised my guest a Nazi hunt and didn't deliver."
"And he's not going to bag any more with you holding back and trying to be a good, responsible mother and ruler for Troy and the Twins' sakes. Helen Parker is many things. 'Good' and 'responsible' are not two of them. You try, and some days, the world lets you. Other days, you have fuckers like this, and like Michael Corleone, every time you think you're out, they suck you back in. You don't have to be Helen Parker all the time, but she's the one who rids the world of shit like this, so she's the one you need to be right now. That's who you have to tap into."
She slid her hand between Helen's legs.
"Here." Suzy-Q said with a grin as Helen reveled in the sensation. "Let me help by tapping some of that for you."
Helen laughed as she went to work.
* * *
Mander walked a few steps behind Luc and Ramirez as they walked to the Generalissimo's car. It hadn't occurred to any of them to ask Lady Maria if there was a passage to Mander's guest room before saying good night to her, so he decided to take the long way with them anyway. The two men found it slightly uncomfortable having the large, dangerous East Ender behind them. They dealt with it, though, because they only wished they'd beaten him to the idea first.
"I have two micros to look at when we return to your home." Luc told Ramirez. "It will be tricky."
"Why?" Ramirez asked. "Will two be harder for you to crack?"
"Non." Luc answered. "Simply that I'll have to type with both hands."
That got a laugh from Mander that almost caused the two of them to jump. Mander saw their reaction.
"You guys act like you expect me to take out my gun and start shooting any second." He said to the two of them at last.
All three stopped walking and silence fell. They turned around to face him. Mander looked at Luc first.
"You're a cop; I get that you and me are always gonna be bears and park rangers. So, I know why you don't like me." He turned to Ramirez. "When you kill people, it's for San Finzione and because they're bastards. You're rightly thanked for that service. When I do it, it's for money. I don't put on a uniform and swear an oath to kill bastards. I didn't often get much say in what degree of bastard I killed until Her Countessness gave me one. I'm sorry that I just skip all the honor and duty stuff and get right to the bastard-killing and paid-getting. It's not hard to imagine what your problem is with me, either, Generalissimo."
"Heh," Helen hehed. "Ramirez and I were talking about those guys earlier. He didn't actually say the words 'you think you're a criminal, you need to stop acting like one' but he got his point across. You're making it sound like I need to act like MORE of one!"
"Good," said Suzy-Q as she moved her hand to Helen's breast like Helen had been doing to hers whenever possible. "I was hoping my message wasn't being lost on you. You and Mander ARE Robbers, but you're trying to play Cops and that's why you plan to let Luc take Dietz to prison. I got from your thoughts that you don't plan to kill him. Let me know if Stavro gets that 'private time' with this asshole. Susan might fly there to watch it happen. Maybe Troy, probably Julie."
"If they don't, they'll have to wait until the studio releases volume I of our new video series, 'San Finzione's Wackiest Nazi Beatings!'"
"Plus, just think of Mander a moment." Suzy-Q paused to say. "You promised that man he'd get to kill Nazis. Plural! He's been in your country a whole day now and only gotten to kill one! I think Maria should get credit for the tank. I mean, you had it right at the end there, but until then, it was all Maria."
"You're right." Helen agreed. "Vincenzo banned fox hunts years ago, but I just plain wouldn't be a good hostess if I promised my guest a Nazi hunt and didn't deliver."
"And he's not going to bag any more with you holding back and trying to be a good, responsible mother and ruler for Troy and the Twins' sakes. Helen Parker is many things. 'Good' and 'responsible' are not two of them. You try, and some days, the world lets you. Other days, you have fuckers like this, and like Michael Corleone, every time you think you're out, they suck you back in. You don't have to be Helen Parker all the time, but she's the one who rids the world of shit like this, so she's the one you need to be right now. That's who you have to tap into."
She slid her hand between Helen's legs.
"Here." Suzy-Q said with a grin as Helen reveled in the sensation. "Let me help by tapping some of that for you."
Helen laughed as she went to work.
* * *
Mander walked a few steps behind Luc and Ramirez as they walked to the Generalissimo's car. It hadn't occurred to any of them to ask Lady Maria if there was a passage to Mander's guest room before saying good night to her, so he decided to take the long way with them anyway. The two men found it slightly uncomfortable having the large, dangerous East Ender behind them. They dealt with it, though, because they only wished they'd beaten him to the idea first.
"I have two micros to look at when we return to your home." Luc told Ramirez. "It will be tricky."
"Why?" Ramirez asked. "Will two be harder for you to crack?"
"Non." Luc answered. "Simply that I'll have to type with both hands."
That got a laugh from Mander that almost caused the two of them to jump. Mander saw their reaction.
"You guys act like you expect me to take out my gun and start shooting any second." He said to the two of them at last.
All three stopped walking and silence fell. They turned around to face him. Mander looked at Luc first.
"You're a cop; I get that you and me are always gonna be bears and park rangers. So, I know why you don't like me." He turned to Ramirez. "When you kill people, it's for San Finzione and because they're bastards. You're rightly thanked for that service. When I do it, it's for money. I don't put on a uniform and swear an oath to kill bastards. I didn't often get much say in what degree of bastard I killed until Her Countessness gave me one. I'm sorry that I just skip all the honor and duty stuff and get right to the bastard-killing and paid-getting. It's not hard to imagine what your problem is with me, either, Generalissimo."
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