| Calling a Friend |
[14 Jun 2011|03:23am] |
Edmund was still a tad giddy after his meeting at the Outcast. First he finds out that the guy who hired him was one of his oldest friends and then he finds out he can finally join the Club and work for the spot his dad had intended. He had to talk to someone and one name immediately came to mind, Carrie Hidalgo aka The Iguana. Like him she was a professional mutant assassin. The two were close, probably closer than two people in their line of work should be, but Edmund didn't care. Carrie was someone he needed, a peer he could trust and talk with, as well as the occasional erotic encounter. He fired up his Skype, hoping she'd be available to talk.
He didn't have to wait long as the other end came on. On the other end was green-scaled woman with long black hair and slitted gold eyes. Her face was more humanlike, but with a faint reptilian shape, but not unattractive. Not at all. Edmund considered her a true exotic beauty. He couldn't see it at the moment but he knew she also had a tail she could efficiently use while fighting along with a pair of genuine claws. "Edmund, do you know what time it is?" Her voice had a hint of a Portugese accent, betraying her Brazilian origins. It also had a hint of the teasing he had long come to associate with her. She was happy to see him, she just wouldn't admit it outright.
"Sorry, Carrie. Did I wake you up?"
"No," she said slyly. "The two gentlemen I had been entertaining kept me up so I was fresh for your call."
Edmund raised an eyebrow. "Are we talking business or pleasure?"
She laughed throatily. Her laughter had a hissing tinge too it, which was actually pretty pleasant to the ear. "Business, Edmund. You know I'm not one to entertain strange men."
"Except those who can kick your ass." Edmund teased, referring to how they first met.
"Hmmph," She turned her head up in mock indignation. "From what I remember I spent half the time kicking yours." Her tone then turned downright sensual. "Besides, I thought you liked my ass? Didn't you once tell me I should have it insured?"
Edmund laughed heartily. He'd been a little tipsy that night and perhaps a little too blunt. Fortunately Carrie was the same way and he hadn't offended her. She was quite a woman. For pehaps the hundreth time he considered what a real relationship between the two would be like. He cared about her more than most people and he was pretty sure she felt the same. But the fact they were both killers, professionals. They were both careerists and neither would put themselves before their work. Edmund shook off the thought as he realized Carrie was speaking.
"So why'd you call, Ed? Is the Fizzini woman done with you yet?" There was a very slight hint of possessiveness in Carrie's tone that pleased him to no end. The two were by no means exclusive, both have had their share of lovers. In fact they'd sometimes compare encounters together. Lucretia Fizzini was a family friend who became a much-closer aquaintance, but of the older cougar persuasion. He was fond of Lucretia, like how a student was fond of a favorite teacher. Carrie knew that, she just liked to rag on him. She said it was the animal part of her being territorial.
"Yeah, that's been done. I wanted to tell you that I may have a new permanent gig. I met up with a girl at a burlesque club who offered me a job for her employer. Turns out her employer was my old friend, Julian Howard. And an even bigger revelation, he's head of the Hellfire Club now and I've been invited back in."
Carrie was silent for a moment. "You mean, you finally got your inheritance back?" The excitement in her voice was unmistakable. He had told her everyhing about what had happened in his life. Another indication of her special place in his affections.
"I gotta work my way to it, but Carrie..I can finally come home. Shaw's gone, I feel freer than I have been in a long time! Julian's putting me on retainer so I can still work, but I'm in!"
Carrie smiled, revealing her sharper than average teeth. Most would have found it intimidating, Edmund personally liked seeing her smile. "Good for you. It's about time something went well for you." She seemed a little downcast for a moment. "We will still be able to hang out and do stuff together?" Carrie wasn't one for being mushy. Basically what she meant was "quality time".
"Hell yes we will. In fact..." Edmund thought a minute. "Why don't you come up? I can make arrangements so that you don't have to worry about some bigot humans. I'd really like to celebrate with you."
He could see the war in her face, the professional battling the woman for who would get the final say. Finally she looked back at him, it was downright smoldering. He knew which side had won. "Make the arrangements. And get a soundproof room. I intend to make noise."
She grinned as she abruptly shut her skype off, deliberately leaving him with that oh so hot image in his head. Edmund dashed from his desk, he had plans to put in motion.
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