12-16-2013, 04:10 PM
Jon turned Jensen's response over in his mind. He had something to show Jon that was related to his cryptic utterance of war on the horizon? To investigate further might require letting Nick Trano go off on his own to Dominance V, but were he to ignore this possible warning it might catch Jon unaware down the road.
Looks like I'm staying in Moscow for a while longer.
Besides, he still hadn't found himself a new apartment. He'd have to take his chances with Trano off alone for the moment.
"I might have a few moments available we can discuss that,"
he said to Jensen.
A drowsy-looking woman quite inappropriately dressed for a Moscow winter roused herself from a bench outside. Jon recognized her immediately -- Jessika Thrice, the Lone Star Darling herself. Jon couldn't help but notice that as soon as she got up she hardly gave Jensen a second glance before moving toward Jon. Plainly there was a sea of emotional turmoil still between the two. Obviously she still cared deeply for Jensen, or else why jump so fast to get Jon involved with Jensen's defense? It couldn't just be damage control for her candidacy. Would Texas voters really care if her husband was a murder suspect in Moscow? Knowing Texans it might have gotten her a few more votes if anything.
Jon just didn't get it. On the surface Jessika seemed like quite the catch of the lifetime, if one were to put her political beliefs aside. Strong, self-made while at the same time nurturing and willing to do what it takes to stand by her man -- and an estranged husband nevertheless! Plus, she was -- in Jon's estimation -- very, very attractive. What would possess a man to run away from that?
Jon offered Jessika his hand and gave her a gentle smile as she complimented his reputation. "Thank you, Ms. Thrice. Always a pleasure to help out a fellow countryman, even if he is a Texan."
. Jon gave her a wink at that last remark. Jessika would probably know enough about Jon to know he was New Mexican born, with all the good-natured neighborly antipathy that entailed, so Jon couldn't resist the jab. She'd likely find it humorous, in this day one couldn't afford to carry around past grudges over trivial matters. "Moscow can be a cold place indeed without friends. Speaking of friends, the Council of Native Americans still has to weigh in on who it plans to contribute to in your state's election. We should definitely talk about that sometime. You've got my number."
Jon stepped back, wondering if he was about to witness some grand reunion between husband and wife, or if Jensen would ask him to come back to his place and fill him in on his cryptic portents of war, or if Atharim assassins were about to jump out of the shadows...or something entirely unexpected was about to happen.
Looks like I'm staying in Moscow for a while longer.
Besides, he still hadn't found himself a new apartment. He'd have to take his chances with Trano off alone for the moment.
"I might have a few moments available we can discuss that,"
he said to Jensen.
A drowsy-looking woman quite inappropriately dressed for a Moscow winter roused herself from a bench outside. Jon recognized her immediately -- Jessika Thrice, the Lone Star Darling herself. Jon couldn't help but notice that as soon as she got up she hardly gave Jensen a second glance before moving toward Jon. Plainly there was a sea of emotional turmoil still between the two. Obviously she still cared deeply for Jensen, or else why jump so fast to get Jon involved with Jensen's defense? It couldn't just be damage control for her candidacy. Would Texas voters really care if her husband was a murder suspect in Moscow? Knowing Texans it might have gotten her a few more votes if anything.
Jon just didn't get it. On the surface Jessika seemed like quite the catch of the lifetime, if one were to put her political beliefs aside. Strong, self-made while at the same time nurturing and willing to do what it takes to stand by her man -- and an estranged husband nevertheless! Plus, she was -- in Jon's estimation -- very, very attractive. What would possess a man to run away from that?
Jon offered Jessika his hand and gave her a gentle smile as she complimented his reputation. "Thank you, Ms. Thrice. Always a pleasure to help out a fellow countryman, even if he is a Texan."
. Jon gave her a wink at that last remark. Jessika would probably know enough about Jon to know he was New Mexican born, with all the good-natured neighborly antipathy that entailed, so Jon couldn't resist the jab. She'd likely find it humorous, in this day one couldn't afford to carry around past grudges over trivial matters. "Moscow can be a cold place indeed without friends. Speaking of friends, the Council of Native Americans still has to weigh in on who it plans to contribute to in your state's election. We should definitely talk about that sometime. You've got my number."
Jon stepped back, wondering if he was about to witness some grand reunion between husband and wife, or if Jensen would ask him to come back to his place and fill him in on his cryptic portents of war, or if Atharim assassins were about to jump out of the shadows...or something entirely unexpected was about to happen.