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enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-09-01 09:52 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-09-01 09:52 pm
[OTC] What's on your agenda?
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jstliketherifle used with permission. Set a few days after the current plot, but before THIS.]
Bela was on a job.
She was trying to lift a very powerful talisman of a very violent mark, and she needed to take her time. This wasn’t something she could just grab and run with. This was something that needed to be very delicately handled, and while she needed not rush this as best she could, this was something where she couldn’t afford any distractions either. She needed to be careful about this, and focused.
The alarm on this case had a hair trigger and if she didn’t move the glass in just the right way, she would set off the alarm, and then she would be screwed. Not that the mark could actually do anything to her, being a demon and all, but she would lose a very large payday, and that was precisely the thing she didn’t want to happen. Just as she was about to lift the lid of the case and reach inside, she felt herself jump as the sudden noise of her phone’s ring tone echoed through the room. Rolling her eyes at the sound, she reached down to turn off the ringer, and go back to what she was doing.
And then it rang again.
And again.
And again.
Finally, getting fed up enough, she reached down to her belt and picked up the phone, placing it to her ear. “What?”
“Bela—Glad I caught you at a good time.”
Dean sounded annoyed and very much not pleased with her, and really, she couldn’t blame him. Stealing a very important weapon from him was never a good way to see each other, she could acknowledge at least that much. But now was certainly not a good time.
“Dean,” she said with a sigh. “I’m in the middle of something.”
“Too bad. We have to talk.”
“Talk later. I have a job to do.”
“No, we’re gonna talk now, or I call your mark and tell him that you happen to be lifting a very powerful diamond from his personal collection.”
She rolled her eyes slightly. “You couldn’t possibly know who—”
“Rogan Miller.” Bela froze and he took her silence for recognition. “Are you ready to talk to me now?”
Bela pursed her lips slightly, before placing on hand on her hip and sighing heavily. “Fine. What do you want?”
“I want my damn gun back.”
Of course. She chuckled slightly at his statement before speaking again. “Then you clearly called the wrong person.”
“No, I didn’t. I want you to steal it back from Sam.”
“Look, Dean—I’m not the go-between in your little brotherly feud. If you have a problem with Sam? You take it up with Sam.”
“No, see you made yourself the go-between when you took that damn gun and I. Want. It. Back. Or the next time I see you, I swear to God I’m going to shoot you.”
“You really think that death threats are the way to go, Dean?” she said, arching an eyebrow slightly. “Your brother tried that same tack, and it didn’t get him very far.”
“Yeah, but here’s the difference between me and Sam. You’re actually scared of me.”
“You must me joking,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t give her away on that one. Because yes, she was scared of Dean. But she’d be damned if she let him know it. She paused for a minute, knowing that he wasn’t gong to be dignifying that with an answer. Instead, she reverted back to traditional Bela, regaining her composure and starting over again. “What’s in it for me?”
“You live.”
“Come on, now, Dean—you know me better than that.”
There was a long pause and a frustrated sigh, before Dean came back at her, frustrated and tired. “What’s he got on you, Bela? What does he know that I don’t?”
“Dean, you think I can really be blackmailed that easily?” she replied quickly, before she said something that she shouldn’t.
“I don’t know, Bela—but the way you’re acting tells me that you aren’t a fan of what’s goin’ on. What are you after?”
“Currently, I’m after a very powerful diamond. And if you don’t mind, Dean—I should probably get back to that.”
“This isn’t over, Bela. Not by a longshot.”
“Oh, I know, Dean,” she said with a sigh as she heard him hang up. “It never is.”
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wayward_au. jstliketherifle used with permission. Set a few days after the current plot, but before THIS.]Bela was on a job.
She was trying to lift a very powerful talisman of a very violent mark, and she needed to take her time. This wasn’t something she could just grab and run with. This was something that needed to be very delicately handled, and while she needed not rush this as best she could, this was something where she couldn’t afford any distractions either. She needed to be careful about this, and focused.
The alarm on this case had a hair trigger and if she didn’t move the glass in just the right way, she would set off the alarm, and then she would be screwed. Not that the mark could actually do anything to her, being a demon and all, but she would lose a very large payday, and that was precisely the thing she didn’t want to happen. Just as she was about to lift the lid of the case and reach inside, she felt herself jump as the sudden noise of her phone’s ring tone echoed through the room. Rolling her eyes at the sound, she reached down to turn off the ringer, and go back to what she was doing.
And then it rang again.
And again.
And again.
Finally, getting fed up enough, she reached down to her belt and picked up the phone, placing it to her ear. “What?”
“Bela—Glad I caught you at a good time.”
Dean sounded annoyed and very much not pleased with her, and really, she couldn’t blame him. Stealing a very important weapon from him was never a good way to see each other, she could acknowledge at least that much. But now was certainly not a good time.
“Dean,” she said with a sigh. “I’m in the middle of something.”
“Too bad. We have to talk.”
“Talk later. I have a job to do.”
“No, we’re gonna talk now, or I call your mark and tell him that you happen to be lifting a very powerful diamond from his personal collection.”
She rolled her eyes slightly. “You couldn’t possibly know who—”
“Rogan Miller.” Bela froze and he took her silence for recognition. “Are you ready to talk to me now?”
Bela pursed her lips slightly, before placing on hand on her hip and sighing heavily. “Fine. What do you want?”
“I want my damn gun back.”
Of course. She chuckled slightly at his statement before speaking again. “Then you clearly called the wrong person.”
“No, I didn’t. I want you to steal it back from Sam.”
“Look, Dean—I’m not the go-between in your little brotherly feud. If you have a problem with Sam? You take it up with Sam.”
“No, see you made yourself the go-between when you took that damn gun and I. Want. It. Back. Or the next time I see you, I swear to God I’m going to shoot you.”
“You really think that death threats are the way to go, Dean?” she said, arching an eyebrow slightly. “Your brother tried that same tack, and it didn’t get him very far.”
“Yeah, but here’s the difference between me and Sam. You’re actually scared of me.”
“You must me joking,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t give her away on that one. Because yes, she was scared of Dean. But she’d be damned if she let him know it. She paused for a minute, knowing that he wasn’t gong to be dignifying that with an answer. Instead, she reverted back to traditional Bela, regaining her composure and starting over again. “What’s in it for me?”
“You live.”
“Come on, now, Dean—you know me better than that.”
There was a long pause and a frustrated sigh, before Dean came back at her, frustrated and tired. “What’s he got on you, Bela? What does he know that I don’t?”
“Dean, you think I can really be blackmailed that easily?” she replied quickly, before she said something that she shouldn’t.
“I don’t know, Bela—but the way you’re acting tells me that you aren’t a fan of what’s goin’ on. What are you after?”
“Currently, I’m after a very powerful diamond. And if you don’t mind, Dean—I should probably get back to that.”
“This isn’t over, Bela. Not by a longshot.”
“Oh, I know, Dean,” she said with a sigh as she heard him hang up. “It never is.”
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