One Last Mission (c)

[Sammie]

"No," she answered pointedly, her eyes still on Oswald's house. "Don't have any and don't know any."

((Oh no! I'm not going to be online as much starting Tuesday night since my family's coming to visit me for Christmas, so it'll be random bursts of RP from then on. Wah.))

[Goblin]

((Eep! It's being much better this morning! *fingers crossed*))

"What, did they just vanish into thin air?" Riddle demanded.

"Leave her alone, Lena," Goblin said, frowning at something in one of the third-floor windows. He didn't want anyone asking about his family, after all.

"Yeah, well, I think we've seen enough," Riddle mumbled. "It's freezing out here."

[Sammie]

"Thanks," she muttered, loud enough for Goblin to hear. She was glad she didn't have to do any explaining. That was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Sammie sighed, about ready to give up when she saw a familiar figure step outside of the gate. He took out a cigarette and leaned against a nearby wall, looking lost in thought.

"No, he's right there. It's Eastman," said Sammie, glancing over at Goblin. "You ready?"

[Goblin]

"Now?" He followed her gaze. He'd been planning to perfect their plans tonight and carry out the hit tomorrow, but this was a prime opportunity. They might never have a better chance. And just setting eyes on the man who had raped Maggie sent a violent surge of hatred through him that he hadn't felt since he helped Clara deal with Ericson.

Quietly, he pulled a pistol out of his bag and turned to Sammie. "I could use a really quick lesson." His eyes just dared her to laugh at him--it just so happened that none of his diabolical plans had ever involved him shooting a gun before.

[Sammie]

Sammie looked at him in both shock and amusement. "What happened to sneaking in and getting close to him? You want to shoot him now?"

[Goblin]

Riddle rolled her eyes, and Goblin answered as patiently as he could. "No, but I want to know how to shoot him before I go in there. Rather than, you know, pulling a gun out in the middle of our conversation and saying, 'Hey, Sammie, how does this thing work?'"

[Sammie]

"Here, give me," she sighed, taking the pistol from him. She quickly showed him how to check if it was loaded, how to load it and aim. "You got that?"

[Goblin]

He nodded, tucking the gun into the pocket of his jacket. "So...we're playing nice for now," he said resignedly, getting up and waiting for Sammie to lead the way. "And you're staying here." He gave Riddle a look.

"I'll be good," she said innocently, already burying her nose in a book she'd stolen from a vendor on their way here.

[Sammie]

"For now," she nodded, standing up and leading the way. She glanced around, making sure that no one suspicious was following them or near Eastman. Once they were a couple feet away, Eastman looked at the both of them in surprise, almost dropping his cigarette on the ground.

"Sammie," he muttered, walking towards her. He smirked at her then burst into laughter. "I thought you were dead. But I should've known. What do you want?"

"To help you get back at 'em," she snarled, fire in her eyes. Little did he know what they were after.

[Goblin]

"I'm here to help with that if I can," Goblin said smoothly. "Met up with Sammie here and helped her out a little--she said there might be an opening right now, especially since a couple of new recruits didn't work out." He raised an eyebrow, thinking rather fondly of Risk and Macbeth. Which helped quiet the voice in his head that was screaming at him to strangle this man with his bare hands. Maintaining a poker face had never been this hard.

[Sammie]

Eastman eyed Goblin up and down then back at Sammie.

"Well, if Sammie says yes, then it works for me," he said, quirking an eyebrow at Goblin as he put out his cigarette. "C'mon, you two can stay here for the night."

Sammie nodded, following Eastman inside and refusing to look at Goblin. She knew she'd lose face if she ever looked at him.

[Goblin]

Well, he hadn't seen that coming.

Goblin had spent his whole life reading people and situations, and he knew exactly what he had to do right now. Any kind of trouble or odd behavior would tip off Eastman's suspicions. So he followed Eastman and Sammie into the house, but all he could think about was Riddle sitting in that alley, watching them walk away. What the hell would she get up to when she realized they weren't coming back?

[Sammie]

Eastman led them inside, opening the door to reveal a grand hallway. Even Sammie's jaw dropped with what she saw. She knew Eastman had friends in high places but she didn't think that was entirely too true. He walked up the staircase and towards a hallway, nodding at a familiar looking thug to follow them.

He opened the door to a bedroom, standing outside as he nodded for them to walk in. "We'll talk tomorrow," he said, before glancing at the thug. "You two do anything suspicious and you know what'll happen."

[Goblin]

Goblin just nodded and waited for Eastman to close the door before going right to the window to stare outside, as if he had any possible hope of catching a glimpse of Riddle. "Well...that could've gone worse," he said cautiously, not wanting to break character with Eastman's thug probably right out in the hallway.

[Sammie]

"You could never tell with Eastman," said Sammie, sighing as she laid down on the side of the bed. "How are you?"