Looking for the Weak Link

[Aria]

Giordano smiled as he pulled on his fur-lined coat. The warm of it was familiar as he walked out into the cold Moscow air. He was filled with pride, his masterpiece was at its peak and he was almost beaming with the pride. His downfall he was sure was his ego, but Girodano had very little care or concern for that at this particular point.

The bar was a bit more upscale, Giordano wasn't going to to go to just any bar. It was near the Kremlin, he was sure that the hotty toddy government folks frequented it on their nightly adventures. But it wasn't so upscale that just anyone couldn't get in. It had the perfect flavor to it. The name escaped him, Giodrano didn't care. He'd come here the night he'd shot Aria not too long ago. That girl was a piece of work, and her boyfriend easily manipulated. He wondered at the reasons she was close to him. Maybe now with the spiraling affect he could find out exactly what they meant to one another.

Giordano sat down at the bar and ordered whatever was on tap. He wasn't here to drown his sorrows, no, he was here to pull and play the strings of this Lucas. He smiled as Lucas ordered a shot, he hadn't actually caught exactly what he'd ordered, it didn't matter, his choice in drink came in the form of something strong and very fast working. The lad was playing so very easily into his hands.

Giordano sipped at his beer and turned his seat to face Lucas. He was about to say something but a woman sat down next to Lucas, her hair fiery red, hiding behind a warm scarf. Long legs that had to be freezing under the short skirt she wore. She removed her coat and laid it over the bar stool, and ordered a frufru drink, she hadn't cared, as long as it came with an umbrella she said. The look on her face was soft, but Giordano felt the predatory nature underneath. She was looking for something, and apparently Lucas fit that bill. She turned to him with a pouty look. "Do you have a lighter?" She tapped the carton of cigarettes on her hand. Every movement of her body spoke to the ends she wished to achieve, a slight touch of the hand, a turn of her head, a casual flick of the hair, everything said clearly wanted more than just a lighter, but anything to strike a conversation he supposed. Giordano turned back to the bar and watched things play out.