22-04-2019, 03:01 PM
"It was no reckless decision, Capitan. I don't make those unless I need to. It was a calculated decision based upon the knowledge that you and La Squadra de Ultimados were on the job."
Ortega nodded. La Contessa had spoken, the matter was settled.
"And how are you doing, Contessa?" He asked in English.
The question caught Helen off guard. One of the things that made her agree with Susan's assessment of the man as Captain Picard was his "all business, all the time" demeanor. If Ortega wanted to know something about her, he'd go read her file. It sounded too much like a question that Ramirez would have asked.
"The Generalissimo said that he had a personal matter to take care of today." Helen mused. Ortega said nothing. If he'd been asked or ordered by his commander to ask the question, he didn't reveal. "But that's ok. Ramirez is where he always is: Right where I need him to be." Helen lit another cigarette, realizing that she still hadn't answered the question. "I've been better, Gregario. Losing People Who Matter seems to be a recurring theme in my life, and I've never learned to like it. So, it takes a lot for me to be able to tell someone my feelings. Oh, I can do it as La Contessa, 'Oh, I just simply LOVE that,'" Helena gushed, then stopped and went back to talking like a person. "And I'll call someone on being an ass, but telling someone sincerely 'Hey, you're cool; I like you...'"
Helen trailed off. The Capitan rose to his feet and picked up his hat.
"I should see about the boy's detail." He told her. "La Policia will be releasing him soon. Gracias, Contessa."
She wanted to tell him to stay and talk. Jeanne wasn't around, but someone could bring tea. Hey, Earl Grey Hot, even! Helen then figured out that she was making him uncomfortable. The Generalissimo had probably sent him to make sure Helena's mental state was all right. Whatever he'd hoped to accomplish, Ortega wasn't the man for the job, and he knew it. She collected herself and stood as well.
"Thank you, Capitan." She replied in English. He left the room.
Helen sat back down and turned to her desk. She took a drag of her cigarette and picked up her phone. She messaged for a page to bring her a cup of hot cocoa, then set the phone down. She knew what the Capitan's next move would be once he'd left her in a questionable emotional state.
After all, he'd read her file. And he knew what it said was the next thing to do. And she knew he'd do it.
She turned back to the screen and read more about Heinrich Dietz while she awaited her cocoa and the inevitable call from Troy Equals.
Ortega nodded. La Contessa had spoken, the matter was settled.
"And how are you doing, Contessa?" He asked in English.
The question caught Helen off guard. One of the things that made her agree with Susan's assessment of the man as Captain Picard was his "all business, all the time" demeanor. If Ortega wanted to know something about her, he'd go read her file. It sounded too much like a question that Ramirez would have asked.
"The Generalissimo said that he had a personal matter to take care of today." Helen mused. Ortega said nothing. If he'd been asked or ordered by his commander to ask the question, he didn't reveal. "But that's ok. Ramirez is where he always is: Right where I need him to be." Helen lit another cigarette, realizing that she still hadn't answered the question. "I've been better, Gregario. Losing People Who Matter seems to be a recurring theme in my life, and I've never learned to like it. So, it takes a lot for me to be able to tell someone my feelings. Oh, I can do it as La Contessa, 'Oh, I just simply LOVE that,'" Helena gushed, then stopped and went back to talking like a person. "And I'll call someone on being an ass, but telling someone sincerely 'Hey, you're cool; I like you...'"
Helen trailed off. The Capitan rose to his feet and picked up his hat.
"I should see about the boy's detail." He told her. "La Policia will be releasing him soon. Gracias, Contessa."
She wanted to tell him to stay and talk. Jeanne wasn't around, but someone could bring tea. Hey, Earl Grey Hot, even! Helen then figured out that she was making him uncomfortable. The Generalissimo had probably sent him to make sure Helena's mental state was all right. Whatever he'd hoped to accomplish, Ortega wasn't the man for the job, and he knew it. She collected herself and stood as well.
"Thank you, Capitan." She replied in English. He left the room.
Helen sat back down and turned to her desk. She took a drag of her cigarette and picked up her phone. She messaged for a page to bring her a cup of hot cocoa, then set the phone down. She knew what the Capitan's next move would be once he'd left her in a questionable emotional state.
After all, he'd read her file. And he knew what it said was the next thing to do. And she knew he'd do it.
She turned back to the screen and read more about Heinrich Dietz while she awaited her cocoa and the inevitable call from Troy Equals.
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