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[Incomplete] that's not my name
WHO: Huntress and Red Hood
WHERE: A Burger King on the East Side
WHEN: D-dinner time (a little after dusk)
WARNINGS: Pfffft.
SUMMARY: Mafia!Helena and gangboss!Jason both being all "I AM TOTALLY A BAD GUY HURR". while eating french fries. At a Burger King.
FORMAT: ohgod whatever happens happens.
Helena hummed to herself as she waited in front of the Burger King, tapping a rhythm on her hip as she watched the street for the "Red Hood" she was supposed to be meeting. This was the first time she'd be testing the mafia persona she'd built against someone outside of The Family. It had been a lot of work getting to this point (and sucking up to members of the mob had irked her, no matter how necessary it had been), so she'd made a mental note not to mess up.
Helena Trovatelli. Don't forget.
WHERE: A Burger King on the East Side
WHEN: D-dinner time (a little after dusk)
WARNINGS: Pfffft.
SUMMARY: Mafia!Helena and gangboss!Jason both being all "I AM TOTALLY A BAD GUY HURR". while eating french fries. At a Burger King.
FORMAT: ohgod whatever happens happens.
Helena hummed to herself as she waited in front of the Burger King, tapping a rhythm on her hip as she watched the street for the "Red Hood" she was supposed to be meeting. This was the first time she'd be testing the mafia persona she'd built against someone outside of The Family. It had been a lot of work getting to this point (and sucking up to members of the mob had irked her, no matter how necessary it had been), so she'd made a mental note not to mess up.
Helena Trovatelli. Don't forget.
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Jason refrained from digging in, mainly because he was wearing his hood and because he wanted to get down to business. Helena had the same idea.
"I've heard the mafia has a nice supply of anti-mutant weapons, equipment, you know," he folding his hands in front of him on the table.
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"Mm, the family does have access to that sort of thing. We're somewhat wary about just who gets access to them. After all, there's not many around this city who have the cash, the experience and the, mm, necessary discretion to handle them."
She counts out on her fingers as she lists the qualities, then tips her head to look Hood directly in the eye.
"Why do you ask?"
They both know the answer to that question, but she smiles and says it anyway. There's a certain amount of formality required in these sorts of things. They're professionals after all.
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"Well," he leaned back in his seat. "I was interested in getting some for myself. I can pay you in advance and you need not worry about discretion, I keep the members of my gang on a short leash."
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Helena crossed her legs, stalling. She didn't want to make a sale yet. She wasn't close enough to he bosses yet, wasn't sure if she'd be able to find out the necessary information to cut off the supplier at the root of their production.
She'd have to buy herself some time.
"Not to say that I doubt your word, Hoodie, but you'll understand when I say that we're being especially careful with this kind of product and that underlings are, mm, never completely leak-proof. Still, based on your good record as a buyer so far, we're prepared to extend a... trial offer of sorts."
She set her hands on the table and leaned in.
"We'll sell you a portion of the weaponry available. Not a lot, just three or four at most for now. If your gang can keep the goods under wraps, we'll see what we can do about a larger order."
There. She'd be able to dole that out from tech prototypes that the family had received, then mop it up from the underworld without a lot of fuss. Now the big shipment from... wherever the supplier was would be delayed a bit longer.
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"Alright, fine," he leaned in as well. "We can do that."
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"Shall we discuss prices then? Or am I moving too fast for you?"
Well, the deal was practically sealed anyway, a little flirtation wouldn't hurt. The more money she could squeeze, the better she'd look to the capo, and it's not like she'd regret taking money from a gang leader.
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Money wasn't a problem, Jason was already to the over-priced merchandise that the mafia liked to sell him, this wasn't going to be any different. "So how much are you asking for these special little toys, hmm?"
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"Oh really now? And just what kind of woman do you think I am?"
She scribbled a figure on a napkin and slid it over the table.
"Think you can handle that?"
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"A business woman."
Nothing he couldn't handle.
Jason looked down at the paper and then back to Helena, "Course I can. Wire transfers or should I deliver the payment myself?"
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A slow grin slides across her face.
"Considering the delicate nature of this particular transaction, it might be better for you to deliver the payment yourself."
A thoughtful pause.
"Or have one of your men deliver it. I realize that you're a busy man."
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"I'm sure I can make room in my schedule for it, no need to worry."
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Her posture relaxes fractionally and her smile becomes, perhaps, a little less sly and more genuinely pleased.
"I wish you luck with them."
Although what kind of luck, well, that she'd leave unspoken.
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"Anything else we should cover?"
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She grinned and very deliberately dipped a french fry into some ketchup.
"Or are you going be be the solemn dark mystery in the night who is above all of those human sustenance type things?"
The act of popping a french fry into your mouth isn't supposed to be provocative, but somehow Helena managed.
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He wasn't going to just rip off his mask because she was teasing him. Most of the members of his gang didn't even know what he looked like underneath, it wasn't only about how much he liked being mysterious, it was about the need to be.
"I thought women liked a man of mystery."
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She shrugged, idly tucking her hair behind her ear. It looked like she wasn't going to get a hint at his identity... too bad. It would have been nice to be able to track one of the city's more powerful gang leaders.
"Mm, only in romance novels, I'd think. And I'm not into pina coladas or getting caught in the rain."