Capture en Passant (all Innocenzo)

[Samir Sorge]

"Something even more wonderful ma cherie," Samir assured the girl with a small indulgent laugh. He gave Amel a final look, the man knew how to find him when that phone call came. He turned back to Berraby and smiled broadly.


"Come on, let's get some ice cream from the kitchen, and we'll talk all about it," he said as he stood and offered a hand to the small girl. He would be the prince all little girls longed for until the day she was sent to die, he could do that at least.

[Bella Uccella]

Ines smoothed her sweater uneasily as Samir walked past. It was his job to make people happily walk to their deaths, as hers was to sell her body. She couldn't look down upon him, still that he could do something so repulsive with such charm and grace was....unnerving.

She looked back at Amel with a small frown.

"If this Alda is indeed a spy to you wish for me to restrain or...simply get rid of the problem?" the latter obviously an implication that she would execute the traitor herself. Something she had certainly done before, but never in her own home. She had done so in a rented bed, but staining the sheets the woman had possibly laid on the mattress...

It certainly be a more intimate affair than what she was used to. Still she would do it if Amel asked it of her.

[Adrienne Ayers]

Adrienne watched as Samir spoke to the little girl, glad that she wasn’t the one who had to ask this poor child to walk to her death. The plan seemed solid enough, and she was more than happy to take Amel’s advice to rest up before tomorrow. He might be able to run off of nothing but caffeine and sunshine (or rather, moonlight) but she needed actual, physical sleep. “If it comes down to it, let me know,” she told him. “I’ll be happy to take care of their capo’s new pet.”

“Good evening, Ines, it was lovely meeting you. Tot ziens ,” she said politely, giving the woman her best smile before walking out the door.

[Amel Allen]

Amel gave Samir a small nod of the head as he left with Berraby. He was glad that he wasn’t the one who had to tell that sweet, if not a bit confused and perhaps misguided child that she was marching to what could very well be her death. But he had other more pressing things to worry about now.

“Yes, I will keep that in mind, Adrienne. Good night,” he answered the red haired girl, even if she hadn’t directed the goodbyes to him. “And yes, Ines. If you don’t mind, please feel free to use your best judgment. Simply getting rid of the problem seems to be our best choice at this point. I can’t handle further disturbances.” He bent down to pick up a pencil that had fallen to the ground and winced in pain, remembering his fractured rib too late. Flying with this injury was going to be such a bother. Damn it, Owen.

“Thank you for your discretion,” he said with a small cough, leaning against the table to help himself rebalance. “That will be all.”