03-30-2020, 10:09 PM
Ivan slowly walked over to Lt. Petrovitch, letting his nerves show. It was in character, after all. She looked at him coolly, an eyebrow raised over a blue eye. She was maybe 15 years older than him- though only a touch of white showed at the temples of her dirty blonde hair- and had probably been in the Syndicate at least as long.
Which was to say that she was all in. And she probably didn't think much of Ivan with his reputation as a boy scout. He had to make this believable.
He looked around, just a hint of discomfort in his eyes. She wouldn't believe it if he overdid it. Nor would she buy that he was suddenly all in with Yun after so short a time. Walk that line, Ivan, he thought, the faces of Danya and Zara flashing through his mind. Nerves, but also frustration at his situation.
It was all true enough, after all.
His voice was pitched low enough to be heard only by her over the noise. "Lieutenant," he said nodding to her. She peered up at him.
"What do you want Sarkozy?", showing a hint of irritation.
He grimaced, not hiding a scowl, letting some of his irritation show. "Look, you know my situation. I don't have to like it or you. But I'm not gonna let my family get killed either. So hear what I have to say and that's it."
She studied him with those cold blue eyes, perhaps remembering herself at the beginning. Or maybe not. Maybe she had been corrupt from the beginning. It wasn't like positions of power didn't attract wannabe assholes. Still, it was all he had. After a moment, she nodded.
He nodded in the direction where he knew Yun Kao's pavillion sat. "Our...boss put me on security the other night. Secondary back up. I really didn't know what was going on, other than there was some sort of transaction going on." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he went over her, smirking as he raised his own eyebrow. "I'm not stupid, LT. I did pass the detective's exam. Anyway, obviously it's something Yun and the rest want."
He nodded in the direction of a passing Yakuza. "And now I'm here as plainclothes security. I was in line at a food cart and saw one of the Yakuza talking to one of the men with the merchants. Not anyone with a speaking role, as I remember. Low level grunt like me."
The irritation at the words was deeper- and real- at being relegated to such a menial role. There was a bit of a smirk on her lips. She got it.
"Anyway, I'm just saying that maybe the Yakuza may have ulterior motives." Which was also an obvious truth. It wasn't like either of them were working out of the goodness of their hearts.
She looked at him for a long moment, measuring, before nodding. "Alright, Sarkozy. I'll pass it along. It's probably nothing, but keep your eyes open."
Which was all he could do. Now he hoped his little bit of intel to Mik planted the same kind of seed to take root. Maybe enough to widen into a crack.
Which was to say that she was all in. And she probably didn't think much of Ivan with his reputation as a boy scout. He had to make this believable.
He looked around, just a hint of discomfort in his eyes. She wouldn't believe it if he overdid it. Nor would she buy that he was suddenly all in with Yun after so short a time. Walk that line, Ivan, he thought, the faces of Danya and Zara flashing through his mind. Nerves, but also frustration at his situation.
It was all true enough, after all.
His voice was pitched low enough to be heard only by her over the noise. "Lieutenant," he said nodding to her. She peered up at him.
"What do you want Sarkozy?", showing a hint of irritation.
He grimaced, not hiding a scowl, letting some of his irritation show. "Look, you know my situation. I don't have to like it or you. But I'm not gonna let my family get killed either. So hear what I have to say and that's it."
She studied him with those cold blue eyes, perhaps remembering herself at the beginning. Or maybe not. Maybe she had been corrupt from the beginning. It wasn't like positions of power didn't attract wannabe assholes. Still, it was all he had. After a moment, she nodded.
He nodded in the direction where he knew Yun Kao's pavillion sat. "Our...boss put me on security the other night. Secondary back up. I really didn't know what was going on, other than there was some sort of transaction going on." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he went over her, smirking as he raised his own eyebrow. "I'm not stupid, LT. I did pass the detective's exam. Anyway, obviously it's something Yun and the rest want."
He nodded in the direction of a passing Yakuza. "And now I'm here as plainclothes security. I was in line at a food cart and saw one of the Yakuza talking to one of the men with the merchants. Not anyone with a speaking role, as I remember. Low level grunt like me."
The irritation at the words was deeper- and real- at being relegated to such a menial role. There was a bit of a smirk on her lips. She got it.
"Anyway, I'm just saying that maybe the Yakuza may have ulterior motives." Which was also an obvious truth. It wasn't like either of them were working out of the goodness of their hearts.
She looked at him for a long moment, measuring, before nodding. "Alright, Sarkozy. I'll pass it along. It's probably nothing, but keep your eyes open."
Which was all he could do. Now he hoped his little bit of intel to Mik planted the same kind of seed to take root. Maybe enough to widen into a crack.