27-04-2019, 03:51 PM
Late that evening, Contessa Helena de San Finzione, Troy Equals, and Mander sat in the back of her limousine, watching the news as Scappa departed the hotel for the Auction site.
"They're still calling me 'Con-Hel.'" Helen groaned. "I guess I asked for it. I sound like I come from the side of Superman's family that the Els don't like to talk about. Jor-El thought 'Should I warn the Hels, clear on the other side of Krypton; that the planet's gonna explode? Nah, fuck those guys.'"
She looked over at Troy, wearing the same tuxedo with white jacket that he'd worn to the ball she'd thrown for them almost a year ago.
"You didn't pack the Walther, did you?" She asked, after looking him over for several seconds.
"Standing close to you with guns is something you pay men for, Helen. I'll always do it for free, no gun required."
"Besides," Helen offered. "You found out that the real Berns-Martin Triple-Draw Holster was only designed for revolvers, didn't you? I tried to protect you from that one."
"Q could've whipped something up; modified one for the Walther." Troy replied. "And given time, the right tools, and a couple samples to work with..." Troy thought a moment. "You're trying to distract me, Helen. To keep me from being nervous, is my guess." Troy patted her hand. "I do my best to never be nervous around you, Helen."
"Because you know that, like with Julie, nothing bad can ever happen to us as long as we're together?"
Troy patted her hand again.
"I do my best to never be nervous around you, Helen."
"For the record, that's two questions that you haven't really answered since this conversation started."
"As long as we're keeping track," Troy responded. "That's all that matters."
"He ain't packin', Your Countessness." Mander spoke up, adjusting his cuffs, so that his Rolex could be seen, but not so far up that it'd be obvious he was showing it off. They'd found a Big & Tall store at the mall that had a tuxedo in his size. "I'd know."
"I could be making you ignore it." Troy offered.
"Nah, first off, you ain't a wanker like that. Second, a man carries himself different when he's brought Death with 'im. He thinks he don't, but he does. You wouldn't've thought to make me ignore that."
"I get why Helen likes you now, Mander." Was Troy's response.
"I'm a likable guy." Was Mander's response.
The limo turned off of I-5 at the Southcenter exit, then took 405 down through Renton and Kent, until it reached the farm country, and smells thereof, of Auburn. As they got closer to Auburn, Troy became aware of other limos and expensive cars on the road, also appearing to make their way to the same destination.
"Getting a little unsubtle." He commented as a Rolls-Royce passed them by.
"Bunch of limos and fancy cars clogging the roads of some Hicksville town for a night?" Helen asked. "People in fancy suits and dresses stopping by the all-night diner for directions or food? By the time someone realizes it's not the local high college's Prom Night; and the older people in the fancy clothes, driving the SUVs and Porsches aren't poor parents who've been roped into getting dressed up and chauffeuring for their kids' big night, or that they don't see any kids, we'll be long gone."
"They're still calling me 'Con-Hel.'" Helen groaned. "I guess I asked for it. I sound like I come from the side of Superman's family that the Els don't like to talk about. Jor-El thought 'Should I warn the Hels, clear on the other side of Krypton; that the planet's gonna explode? Nah, fuck those guys.'"
She looked over at Troy, wearing the same tuxedo with white jacket that he'd worn to the ball she'd thrown for them almost a year ago.
"You didn't pack the Walther, did you?" She asked, after looking him over for several seconds.
"Standing close to you with guns is something you pay men for, Helen. I'll always do it for free, no gun required."
"Besides," Helen offered. "You found out that the real Berns-Martin Triple-Draw Holster was only designed for revolvers, didn't you? I tried to protect you from that one."
"Q could've whipped something up; modified one for the Walther." Troy replied. "And given time, the right tools, and a couple samples to work with..." Troy thought a moment. "You're trying to distract me, Helen. To keep me from being nervous, is my guess." Troy patted her hand. "I do my best to never be nervous around you, Helen."
"Because you know that, like with Julie, nothing bad can ever happen to us as long as we're together?"
Troy patted her hand again.
"I do my best to never be nervous around you, Helen."
"For the record, that's two questions that you haven't really answered since this conversation started."
"As long as we're keeping track," Troy responded. "That's all that matters."
"He ain't packin', Your Countessness." Mander spoke up, adjusting his cuffs, so that his Rolex could be seen, but not so far up that it'd be obvious he was showing it off. They'd found a Big & Tall store at the mall that had a tuxedo in his size. "I'd know."
"I could be making you ignore it." Troy offered.
"Nah, first off, you ain't a wanker like that. Second, a man carries himself different when he's brought Death with 'im. He thinks he don't, but he does. You wouldn't've thought to make me ignore that."
"I get why Helen likes you now, Mander." Was Troy's response.
"I'm a likable guy." Was Mander's response.
The limo turned off of I-5 at the Southcenter exit, then took 405 down through Renton and Kent, until it reached the farm country, and smells thereof, of Auburn. As they got closer to Auburn, Troy became aware of other limos and expensive cars on the road, also appearing to make their way to the same destination.
"Getting a little unsubtle." He commented as a Rolls-Royce passed them by.
"Bunch of limos and fancy cars clogging the roads of some Hicksville town for a night?" Helen asked. "People in fancy suits and dresses stopping by the all-night diner for directions or food? By the time someone realizes it's not the local high college's Prom Night; and the older people in the fancy clothes, driving the SUVs and Porsches aren't poor parents who've been roped into getting dressed up and chauffeuring for their kids' big night, or that they don't see any kids, we'll be long gone."
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