The Darkest Night: Interlude Two

by Riolee


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A phone rang in an American home. "Hello?"

"Bonjour, mon ami."

"What the fuck?" A pause. "Don・t you have any fucking concept of time? It・s three fucking thirty in the damned morning. Call back at a decent time."

"De Red Dragon tried t・ kill a friend."

Another pause. "Goddamnit, Remy. What do you want me to do now?"

"Remy need information."

"Shit." A silence lapsed, then, "what do you need?"

"Information on why de Red Dragon executed de Lees eight years ago. Doctor Hung ・n Mrs. Xiu."

"What the hell do I look like? A history book?"

"I also want a meeting with FBI Agent Marshall Petersen."

"I knew you were fucked in the head, Remy. You think I・m this guy・s secretary?"

"We be dere in two weeks. Dat ・nuff time?"

"You・re asking me when I don・t know my plans for the next two weeks? Fuck off."

"Remy not call y・ again, either. Jes・ be ready."

"What?"

"Be ready. Remy not call again."

"You mean I can actually get some sleep? You・re so kind."

Laughter. "Mebbe Remy drop in at one thirty in de morning, non?"

"Do that, and you・ll get a gun shoved up your whoring ass, buddy."

"Oooh・is dat a promise?"

"Fuck off."

"Only with y・."

"Oh, shut up. You aren・t my type anyway."

"Not what y・ said last year, mon ami."

"You didn・t call me at indecent hours, either. Go stick yourself between some Nawlins whore・s legs, and let me get my sleep."

"Do what Remy ask, oui?"

"We・ll see." A pause. "Oh, Remy?"

"Oui?"

"If you ever put in a position of having to choose loyalty, I・ll beat your ass so bad, your daddy won・t recognise you."

"Would Remy ever do dat t・ y・?"

A serious tone. "If it served your purposes where the Lee girl is concerned, yes. You would. Goodnight, Remy."

"Wait! How y・ know ・bout Jubilee?"

There was no answer.

-Finis Interlude Two-