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Location:An unknown building, somewhere in Crown Ridge, Maine
Time: 8:05pm
A day after the call was made to ‘get his shit together’ from Dullahan, Anhur had returned to the place of operations in Crown Ridge. Fortunately for him, Dullahan, Sobek and Montu had left the area for some dealings elsewhere in the New England area. From what he heard, they went to check on some of the operations occurring in Boston. Besides Sekhmet, who was ordered to help him to find Kayla, the skull-faced man was in charge of what was happening in Lost Haven and Crown Ridge. Bringing Dirk and a few of the Penose with him, he sat in the office that his boss normally resided and worked on his operations.
“Have the shipments of our anti-hero upgrades been delivered to all warehouses in Lost Haven and Crown Ridge,” he asked, concentrating on the conversation that was to some quartermaster in the main dockland warehouse their shipments were coming in. His face contorted into a frown as the man on the other end of the line spoke. “And why haven’t all the deliveries been sent out?” More voices on the end of the line. “I don’t care what delays and damages had occurred during shipment, the techs at each facility know the ins and outs of them. They should be the ones to deal with the damages. Now if those shipments don’t get delivered by tomorrow evening, I will personally be in your grill. And you will not like the end result.”
Hanging up immediately after sending his message, the Dutchman Dirk walked into the office. Anhur looked at him, his expression giving a clear ‘and what do you want?’ message to him.
“Goedenavond, meneer. Someone has arrived at our facilities about 15 minutes ago. They say they are here for a scheduled meeting at 8pm.”
A sigh escaped the skull-faced man’s lips. Yet another thing that Dullahan has arranged that I didn’t know about, he thought. He reached over to a bottle of tequila that he brought with him and poured it into a tumbler. Once done, he takes a sip of it. His golden eyes look at the Dutchman.
“Alright… Send them in…” he responded, motioning with the hand holding the tumbler to the door to let in the person for the meeting.
Alison Sparks had followed the GPS coordinates that Midas had sent to her phone, which brought her to a nondescript building in an area of Crown Ridge which she would rather not visit. Though, to be fair, she hated spending any time in Lost Haven’s “Ugly Little Sister,” as some had been known to call the troubled city. This particular section of Crown Ridge was renowned for its troubled history with street violence. So much so that the vastly inept and corrupt Crown Ridge police force had mostly given up on trying to reign it in.
Upon pulling up to the building where this meeting should take place, she was immediately met by two men who were both clearly armed. One of the men, who she had met once before during a similar meet up which MIdas had set up, greeted her with a smile. Though she didn’t know his name, she remembered him simply as “The Dutchman.”
“Ah! Hallo Mevrouw.” He said as he leaned in her window. “Uh, hoe kan ik u helpen?” He asked. “How can I help you?” He repeated in English, almost as if it just dawned on him that he was in Crown Ridge, and most people weren’t familiar with his native tongue.
“Ik heb een vergadering 8 urr met Dullahan.” She explained that she had an 8:00 o’clock meeting with his boss. She saw his eyes flash with delight as she spoke to him in Dutch.
“I spent a couple of summers in The Netherlands.” She said with a smirk while stepping out of the car.
“Ah...Deze kant op.” He said, motioning for her to follow him inside.
The Dutchman led her through the dark hallways of the building until they came to a doorway which looked to lead into an office of some sort. He put his hands up, indicating that she should there while he went in to announce her arrival. Moments later, The Dutchman returned and beckoned her to enter the office.
Moments before his guest entered the office for the meeting, Anhur’s phone buzzed. With nothing else to do moments before his guest entered, the skull-faced man flicked the phone open to see what was causing it. A message from Sobek? he thought, seeing a familiar name on the flip phone. Opening the message, there were only 6 words in the text:
Expect a man at the meeting.
Almost immediately upon entering, Ms Sparks felt strange. It was as if her knees were slightly weak, and she had the urge to sit down. However, the feeling was a passing one, and as she approached the man in the chair, she felt like herself. When she saw the skull-faced man before her, a slight frown crossed her face.
“You’re not Dullahan.” She said as she regarded the man.
Looking up from the phone, the skull-faced man looked at the woman who entered the room.
With the unnatural timing of the text message, he can safely assume that the person who was to be at the meeting ended up sending one of his lackeys. And Anhur had to admit, a fucking hot one too. His eyes were fixed on the woman as she expressed her disappointment that Dullahan was not there. In his mind, he was recalling a few bits of information about a woman such as herself travelling Lost Haven to do various businesses. It didn’t take him long to realize who he was supposed to meet and who he was meeting right now.
“How very observant of you,” Anhur started, stretching his arms out in a ‘Christ the Redeemer’ pose in the chair. His tumbler of tequila remained in his left hand as he welcomed his quest.
“Yes, our mutual friend, my boss, has surprisingly gone off on an urgent matter to another state. However,” he paused, lowering his arms as he leaned towards the desk. “He has told me to hold the fort here while he was on those matters. I am the one in charge of the dealings that happen in Lost Haven and Crown Ridge, but you may call me Anhur.”
“But more to the point, seems that we are being representatives to our bosses. Myself with Dullahan not being in the state…” He pauses as he smirked, taking a sip of tequila as his menacing golden eyes bore into the woman. “... And you being the dog of Richard Midas.”
“But first… to business. Take a seat and let’s talk about what you came here for…” The skull-faced man offers with his free hand a chair as he leaned back and rested both of his feet onto the right corner of the desk closest to him.
“Right.” Ms Sparks said as she took a seat across from this skull faced man. “I wasn’t aware that I wouldn’t be talking to the man himself.” She looked down at the desk between herself and the crime boss’ lieutenant, before looking up at the man with a slight smirk etched on her face.
“Which means that we can speak a bit more freely.” She said as she reached for her bag which sat at her feet. She placed it on the desk and produced a manilla folder and placed it on the desk, before returning the bag to its place.
Anhur watched with predatory eyes at the woman, who he figured as Ms Allison Sparks, as she took a seat. He was giving clear indications that he was looking over her as she moved and sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk. His golden eyes flickered towards hers as she spoke. He smiles as she suggests being able to speak more freely between the pair of them.
“That is something we can both agree on,” he replied, watching as she reached into her bag. Likewise, he reached into the desk and pulled out another tumbler. “I sure hope you enjoy tequila, Ms Sparks.” He grabbed the unlabelled bottle of tequila and poured it out into the new tumbler. Once finished, the skull-faced man recapped the bottle and slid the tumbler towards her. “This particular batch came all the way from my native Mexico.”
“I think your boss will find that satisfactory, but by all means, look it over to make sure that we aren’t forgetting anything.”
Anhur’s eyes moved slowly from Ms Spark’s to the manila folder, gathering another glimpse of her frame before returning to business. He takes a sip of his tequila before reaching for the folder. Setting his tumbler down, he opens the folder and begins reading the contents. As he reads, one could swear that when looking at his eyes that the gold in his eyes began to swirl in opposite directions to each other at different speeds. An illusion? It was something that only he and the higher up members of The Eye knew. In one section of the folder, he pauses as if he was rereading a section. A scowl of annoyance formed on his face as he takes his eyes off of the report and looked back at her. A nearby Dirk visibly shuffles with unease to the point of him leaving the room, closing the door silently.
“From what I understand from this,” Anhur started, his tone eerily calm as he spoke. “One of the special items that were to be transferred to us is to be delayed after an attack on the truck?”
“Unfortunately, that is correct.” Ms Sparks said as she took the tumbler of tequila and sucked down the contents in a single gulp. “There was an attack on the transport, which ‘fortunately’ was thwarted by the flying boy scout. But rest assured, there is a Daybreak prototype earmarked for delivery once the heat has passed. Dullahan can expect delivery, as promised, by the end of the week.”
“I see…”
Anhur removes his feet from the top of the desk as he gets up from the chair. He slowly begins to walk around the desk, picking up the bottle of tequila as he walks. While he had his tumbler in his hand, he downs the rest of his tequila in a similar fashion to Ms Sparks. If there’s one thing that gets to him, it was a woman who knows how to handle her drink. He comes to a stop seemingly close to the woman, beginning to lean onto the desk with his hip. His eyes focused on her as he poured himself another glass.
“I suppose that the next time a delivery is made,” He started, finishing pouring his glass. With his eyes unmoved from her, he begins pouring more tequila into her tumbler. “I could lend a few of our… personal defences to help guard the truck from any unexpected guests. Does that sound like a nice exchange?”
Ms Sparks took the newly refilled tumbler and drank the contents again in a single shot, then placed the empty tumbler back down on the table beside Anhur.
“I suppose that would be agreeable. Though, perhaps unnecessary. I assure you that Midas International’s security forces are more than capable of fending off any attacks. The only thing that that big blue pain in the ass did was keep us from killing the idiots who tried to steal Daybreak. But I’m sure your men would be more than a welcome addition for the next transport.” She finished as she looked from the skull-faced man to the bottle that he still clutched in his hand.
“That too is understandable. Just thought about keeping the security tight for Daybreak, especially as it would be a tragedy if something were to happen to it.”
As he looked to possibly pour himself yet another thing of tequila into his tumbler, the skull-faced man noticed her gaze turned from his to the bottle of tequila. Then, a thought came to his mind. As if anticipating what she was about to ask, he slowly moved the hand with the bottle closer to her.
“You see… That is what I like in a woman,” Anhur said, chuckling as he stopped his hand. “I will admit that any woman that can hold her drink is someone worth paying attention to.” Then, an idea came to his mind. “How about this…”
Getting back up from the chair, he walked back to the right side of the desk and opened the cabinet that was underneath. Reaching with one hand, he grabs another two bottles of the unmarked tequila and sets it down on the desktop.
“I have a funny feeling that with the deal that our two organizations are making, I think there are some certain things that Dullahan wants to speak to Midas about in regards to our goals. And as this meeting has no particular end time that I am aware of, I say we share a couple bottles of tequila and talk further business. Who knows, maybe we could have a little fun. Like you said, I’m sure we can speak more freely with our bosses not being around.”
Ms Sparks sat back in her chair, then looked down at the floor as a smirk crossed her face as she looked back up to the skull faced man.
Predictable. Sparks thought to herself as she locked onto his golden eyes.She was used to men assuming that she was an easy mark simply because she was easy on the eyes. However, she also learned a long time ago how to use those assumptions to her advantage.
“I think…” She started, “I think that sounds like a fantastic idea.” She said with a smile as she indicated for him to pour her another drink.
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