[ They emerged back into the bright Vegas afternoon, so little changed from where they'd gone below ground into the depths of sweaty hell. Back in the cool embrace of the Adobe built house with its naturally cooling walls and the blessed reprieve that was central air, Ray let himself exhale some of the tension he'd been feeling. The ordeal really was over. This guy would be taken safely away, his reputation would benefit from the experience, and more importantly he'd sleep well tonight knowing that in the morning Fraser would be leaving Vegas forever.
Ray played along, a real demonstration of cooperation considering where they'd started, and he'd use it as reference later on. Cowed him into submission, terrified of him, and who could really blame the guy? He'd gone in kicking and spitting and screaming, and now here he was following orders like all the other good little Vegas piggies.
The started goon who'd caught the sausage now stared at it, then back at Armando, and Vecchio poured off another stream of clipped Italian and laughed, but the poor guy didn't understand. At last, completing the joke, the older guy - Si - provided a translation in English, and the young man flipped the sausage into the air and jumped six feet away from it. There were laughs all around then, except for from Armando who now looked deadly still and serious. ]
Hey, pick that up. There's little kids starving to death and you're wasting food? For shame. Besides, the States Attorney is coming for dinner and you know how he likes his pork sausage. Kitchen. [ He gestured. ] Then have the driver get the car running.
He's a hothead. [ He went on, when the younger man had left with the sausage in hand. ] I want you with him. Cop's no good to me dead now, I put too much work into him. So you make sure he gets put out on the patrol route. Leave him water and give him his shit back, and make sure that little cocksucker doesn't think he's doing me any smart favors. I need this guy.
[ Si nodded, then stepped out after the other guy, leaving Armando with two nameless thugs he could care less about. He turned back to Ray, stepping back over toward him and clasping his head in both hands, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. It was more menacing than remotely sexual. Like it said "I could kill you right now but I choose not to."
He looked him square in the eye, still holding Ray's head. ]
If all goes well, Detective, we'll never see each other again. If it doesn't--well, you'll visit that room once more, and the last thing you'll see is the vultures picking out your friend's eyes right before they peck out your own. You take care now, Ray.
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[ They emerged back into the bright Vegas afternoon, so little changed from where they'd gone below ground into the depths of sweaty hell. Back in the cool embrace of the Adobe built house with its naturally cooling walls and the blessed reprieve that was central air, Ray let himself exhale some of the tension he'd been feeling. The ordeal really was over. This guy would be taken safely away, his reputation would benefit from the experience, and more importantly he'd sleep well tonight knowing that in the morning Fraser would be leaving Vegas forever.
Ray played along, a real demonstration of cooperation considering where they'd started, and he'd use it as reference later on. Cowed him into submission, terrified of him, and who could really blame the guy? He'd gone in kicking and spitting and screaming, and now here he was following orders like all the other good little Vegas piggies.
The started goon who'd caught the sausage now stared at it, then back at Armando, and Vecchio poured off another stream of clipped Italian and laughed, but the poor guy didn't understand. At last, completing the joke, the older guy - Si - provided a translation in English, and the young man flipped the sausage into the air and jumped six feet away from it. There were laughs all around then, except for from Armando who now looked deadly still and serious. ]
Hey, pick that up. There's little kids starving to death and you're wasting food? For shame. Besides, the States Attorney is coming for dinner and you know how he likes his pork sausage. Kitchen. [ He gestured. ] Then have the driver get the car running.
He's a hothead. [ He went on, when the younger man had left with the sausage in hand. ] I want you with him. Cop's no good to me dead now, I put too much work into him. So you make sure he gets put out on the patrol route. Leave him water and give him his shit back, and make sure that little cocksucker doesn't think he's doing me any smart favors. I need this guy.
[ Si nodded, then stepped out after the other guy, leaving Armando with two nameless thugs he could care less about. He turned back to Ray, stepping back over toward him and clasping his head in both hands, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. It was more menacing than remotely sexual. Like it said "I could kill you right now but I choose not to."
He looked him square in the eye, still holding Ray's head. ]
If all goes well, Detective, we'll never see each other again. If it doesn't--well, you'll visit that room once more, and the last thing you'll see is the vultures picking out your friend's eyes right before they peck out your own. You take care now, Ray.