03-04-2019, 04:37 PM
Susan Bailey was driving in the good direction for 4 AM Seattle traffic, and made it to the road that her home was on in a little less than half an hour. She'd found the BBC World Service on the satellite radio before she'd left Rachel's place, and had been listening for information as she drove home.
They'd reported that the attack had come during a stop on the castle tour, that the assailant had posed as a tourist and attacked her with a knife of some kind. They then said that La Contessa had been rushed by helicopter to the nearest hospital, that the castle was in lock-down, and that Lady Maria de San Finzione had been moved to a secure location. Susan listened to them rephrase those five details in as many ways as possible before pulling into her driveway and looking at the house across the street. A light was on in the house, like always. That would be convenient.
She got out of her car and started storming across the street and up their lawn. As her heels hit grass, she realized that the shoes she was wearing weren't good for storming up to someone's door in the pre-dawn hours with the intention of pounding on it and yelling, so she took them off and stuffed them into her purse before continuing to storm.
A use for the accursed shoes came to Sue as she reached the door. She took one back out of the purse and pounded on the door with it in one hand as she rang the doorbell with the other.
"Open up, you fuckers," she shouted. Susan worried for a second that Troy & Julie might've heard that, but then remembered that they'd be in bed, and all the bedrooms in their house had been soundproofed, so the repeat was much louder.
The door opened. It was Eric. His husband Rob was coming down the stairs. Eric appeared to be dressed as if going out for a pre-dawn jog. Rob was dressed as if he were heading to work in a jean-casual office.
"Susan," Eric asked. "What???"
"Look," she said, barging in past him. "You'll want to close that fucking door." Eric nodded and did it.
"All right, you know who I am, and I figured out who you two really are some time ago, so let's cut the shit; what's going on with her?" The two of them looked confused; a fraction of a second too late for her liking.
"Who," Rob asked. "The lady on the TV? We were just watching that."
"Yeah," she replied. "The lady on the TV that isn't even fucking ON right now, but you've somehow heard about. Contessa Helena de San Finzione, your fucking boss! What's going on with her?"
"Susie, sweet..." Eric started saying before she stomped up to the taller man's face and shouted up at him.
"MY name is SUSAN, asshole! Your fucking files should have told you that! If there's another name to call me right now, it's SUE!
"You don't think I noticed that you showed up two weeks after the thing in Uongo? Yeah, I know all about that, because we talked while it was going on. The next week, the old couple across the street gets an offer on their house for enough money to retire to Florida. The week after, a really buff gay couple, calling themselves THE GREENS, for fuck's sake; moves in. A gay couple who, in four months, have shown absolutely no signs of affection toward each other," Sue emphasized each word of the rest of the sentence, making it sound like each word was a sentence on its own as she pointed out their outfits.
"Who. Don't. Even. Fucking. JOG! Together. But despite supposedly running some nebulous internet business that justifies always being home and deliveries at all hours; have the discipline to somehow maintain tri-athlete physiques. And finally, you've both been FAR too cool about the nice neighbor lady suddenly transforming into a RAGING CUNT and stomping into your house at 4:30 in the morning to hysterically accuse you of being spies NOT to be! You two are FUCKING Ultimados and Helen sent you to protect them after what happened to Maria!"
The two men remained silent. Susan sat on a stool and collected herself.
"Troy and Julie probably made you on day one and haven't said because they're worried that I'd be pissed off at her. I haven't said anything to her or them because I know she did it out of love, and I get where she got her warped understanding of love."
Susan looked down at the floor.
"And I can't say I wouldn't do the same in her position either. I'm not mad at you or her, I'm mad at the situation." She looked back up to them.
"You know how much they mean to her. I assure you that she means just as much to them. And when I leave here, I have to go home and walk in on the two people I love most in all the world in the midst of their either peaceful sleep or joyful copulation to tell them that someone just stabbed the woman that they both refer to as 'my first girlfriend.' I NEED to give them more than what the news is saying.
"You two have got to have some kind of hotline or direct link to her; you can tell me SOMETHING." She took a deep breath.
"And you have to be aware of what the four of us can do. I'm not in their league yet, but I'm pretty sure I can make you tell me if that's the way you want this to play out."
Silence hung for a few seconds. Eric broke it, dropping the Southern California accent he'd been using for months for an Italian one.
"One of the Ultimados who dispatched the assassin was a field medic. He was able to start tending to her wounds immediately. We know that she has been stabbed multiple times and lost consciousness. We have men escorting Lady Maria and Signor Poldouris to safety; our Capitan is with them. There has been no word of any other attack."
"Thank you, that's something." Susan said. They nodded.
Rob turned on the television and walked over to a rack of DVDs, grabbing one in a blank case with a blue Sharpie-drawn S on the spine. His accent became Spanish.
"La Contessa prepared a video in the event that we had to reveal ourselves to you."
Susan sighed and walked over to the couch in front of the TV.
"I have to go tell them, but I'll take any excuse I can get to put it off a little bit longer." Rob nodded and played the disc.
They'd reported that the attack had come during a stop on the castle tour, that the assailant had posed as a tourist and attacked her with a knife of some kind. They then said that La Contessa had been rushed by helicopter to the nearest hospital, that the castle was in lock-down, and that Lady Maria de San Finzione had been moved to a secure location. Susan listened to them rephrase those five details in as many ways as possible before pulling into her driveway and looking at the house across the street. A light was on in the house, like always. That would be convenient.
She got out of her car and started storming across the street and up their lawn. As her heels hit grass, she realized that the shoes she was wearing weren't good for storming up to someone's door in the pre-dawn hours with the intention of pounding on it and yelling, so she took them off and stuffed them into her purse before continuing to storm.
A use for the accursed shoes came to Sue as she reached the door. She took one back out of the purse and pounded on the door with it in one hand as she rang the doorbell with the other.
"Open up, you fuckers," she shouted. Susan worried for a second that Troy & Julie might've heard that, but then remembered that they'd be in bed, and all the bedrooms in their house had been soundproofed, so the repeat was much louder.
The door opened. It was Eric. His husband Rob was coming down the stairs. Eric appeared to be dressed as if going out for a pre-dawn jog. Rob was dressed as if he were heading to work in a jean-casual office.
"Susan," Eric asked. "What???"
"Look," she said, barging in past him. "You'll want to close that fucking door." Eric nodded and did it.
"All right, you know who I am, and I figured out who you two really are some time ago, so let's cut the shit; what's going on with her?" The two of them looked confused; a fraction of a second too late for her liking.
"Who," Rob asked. "The lady on the TV? We were just watching that."
"Yeah," she replied. "The lady on the TV that isn't even fucking ON right now, but you've somehow heard about. Contessa Helena de San Finzione, your fucking boss! What's going on with her?"
"Susie, sweet..." Eric started saying before she stomped up to the taller man's face and shouted up at him.
"MY name is SUSAN, asshole! Your fucking files should have told you that! If there's another name to call me right now, it's SUE!
"You don't think I noticed that you showed up two weeks after the thing in Uongo? Yeah, I know all about that, because we talked while it was going on. The next week, the old couple across the street gets an offer on their house for enough money to retire to Florida. The week after, a really buff gay couple, calling themselves THE GREENS, for fuck's sake; moves in. A gay couple who, in four months, have shown absolutely no signs of affection toward each other," Sue emphasized each word of the rest of the sentence, making it sound like each word was a sentence on its own as she pointed out their outfits.
"Who. Don't. Even. Fucking. JOG! Together. But despite supposedly running some nebulous internet business that justifies always being home and deliveries at all hours; have the discipline to somehow maintain tri-athlete physiques. And finally, you've both been FAR too cool about the nice neighbor lady suddenly transforming into a RAGING CUNT and stomping into your house at 4:30 in the morning to hysterically accuse you of being spies NOT to be! You two are FUCKING Ultimados and Helen sent you to protect them after what happened to Maria!"
The two men remained silent. Susan sat on a stool and collected herself.
"Troy and Julie probably made you on day one and haven't said because they're worried that I'd be pissed off at her. I haven't said anything to her or them because I know she did it out of love, and I get where she got her warped understanding of love."
Susan looked down at the floor.
"And I can't say I wouldn't do the same in her position either. I'm not mad at you or her, I'm mad at the situation." She looked back up to them.
"You know how much they mean to her. I assure you that she means just as much to them. And when I leave here, I have to go home and walk in on the two people I love most in all the world in the midst of their either peaceful sleep or joyful copulation to tell them that someone just stabbed the woman that they both refer to as 'my first girlfriend.' I NEED to give them more than what the news is saying.
"You two have got to have some kind of hotline or direct link to her; you can tell me SOMETHING." She took a deep breath.
"And you have to be aware of what the four of us can do. I'm not in their league yet, but I'm pretty sure I can make you tell me if that's the way you want this to play out."
Silence hung for a few seconds. Eric broke it, dropping the Southern California accent he'd been using for months for an Italian one.
"One of the Ultimados who dispatched the assassin was a field medic. He was able to start tending to her wounds immediately. We know that she has been stabbed multiple times and lost consciousness. We have men escorting Lady Maria and Signor Poldouris to safety; our Capitan is with them. There has been no word of any other attack."
"Thank you, that's something." Susan said. They nodded.
Rob turned on the television and walked over to a rack of DVDs, grabbing one in a blank case with a blue Sharpie-drawn S on the spine. His accent became Spanish.
"La Contessa prepared a video in the event that we had to reveal ourselves to you."
Susan sighed and walked over to the couch in front of the TV.
"I have to go tell them, but I'll take any excuse I can get to put it off a little bit longer." Rob nodded and played the disc.
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