'debrief' doesn't mean what you want it to, weiler

[kobacake]

After Weiler and Locke's initial report, it hadn't taken long for the First Circle to verify that, at the very least, the basis for their claims was true. Assessing the true extent of Gladsheim's damage, however, would take much more time. Between sorting out how much of the information they'd been receiving from the Seventh was actually useful, who the traitors within the Seventh were, and forming counter measures against Gladsheim, things around the First were rather hectic. (The reconnaissance members of the First certainly wouldn't be getting a vacation any time soon...)

While they still needed more information before devising a plan against Gladsheim, there were a few variables that the Circle knew exactly how to deal with. Variable 'A' was one Senator Wallabin. With Wallabin as their ally, Gladsheim would have leverage, however little, within the Federation Council. Letting them having any sort of power was a risk the Circle couldn't afford, especially now that the Seventh was compromised. The most logical solution was to put a hit on Wallabin and get rid of the threat he posed, and, of course, the best person for that job was Danny Garamond.

Although it was fairly easy to forget that Danny actually had a job to do around the Circle when he was always strutting around with his brand goods and his little dog, the truth was that he was incredibly skilled as a hitman, and many of the higher priority hits were assigned to him. And so it was that Danny found himself sitting with his arm extended over the back of a black leather couch in a rather swanky bar as he waited to meet with one Heine Haettenschweiler. After all, who better to give him information about his target than the man who planned his daily schedule for the past two years?

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[kobacake]

"Weiler, huh? Yeah, that's a lot easier to manage." Danny nodded, expression easing back into something neutral rather half-offended. He leaned forward and took another sip of his drink before turning back towards Weiler to answer his question. "It's Danny."

[tactician]

Weiler canted his head with a small half-smile. "Just 'Danny'?"

[kobacake]

"Danny Garamond," he clarified, though neither his expression nor tone of voice indicated that he thought this information would have any profound effect on their exchange. Weiler, on the other hand, might have been a bit more surprised.

[tactician]

He was, in fact, more surprised, but nothing in his demeanor showed it. In fact, the tilt of his head to his other side was slow and thoughtful, nothing abrupt or jerky like something out of shock. His eyes lowered to the table - the drink Danny had been nursing was colored a bright, bubbly pink. It was a cocktail usually more favored by the...fairer gender, a sweet and expensive concoction garnished with wedges of fresh imported lime that didn't grow in this part of the System. Hm.

"Of relation to Victor Garamond?" he asked benignly, smiling amiably as he looked up.

[kobacake]

"Yeah, Boss is my dad," he answered in a matter-of-fact manner with the slight shrug of his shoulders.

It was at this time that the waiter wandered over to their table (probably glad to finally have something to do during such slow business hours) and turned to Weiler. "May I get you anything to drink, sir?"

[tactician]

From what Locke had told him about the other Garamond son, the Garamond brothers were very much unlike each other.

Weiler turned up to smile at the waiter, glancing back over his shoulder at Danny's drink. Usually, his policy was to have whatever the client was having - it put them at ease, gave them a sense of validation in their tastes and expressed the false idea that Weiler was similar to them in some small, trivial way - but this time, he was quite sure he wouldn't enjoy that fruity mixture at all.

Maybe since he didn't have to pretend to be somebody else (still a strange, new notion), Weiler could try something else?

"Whatever lager you have you draft, please," he said, after a second of hesitation. He hadn't had the opportunity to order something like that in years, but though there was significance in the choice to him, the waiter merely nodded politely and went off to fetch the drink in question, leaving Weiler to turn back to Danny.

"Yours any good?" he asked, nodding at the cocktail.

[kobacake]

On the contrary, Danny probably would have found it strange if Weiler had chosen the same kind of drink as himself. After all, his favorite cocktails weren't particularly popular with men (and it wasn't like he needed any recognition from Weiler to affirm his good taste; he already knew it was good). He glanced at the drink and then back to Weiler. "If you like sweet and fruity and hardly any burn then it's great."

[tactician]

Was he drinking juice?

Since there weren't many patrons in the bar at this time of day, the waiter was back shortly with the drink in question - a dark golden brown beer in a small mug with a dusting of foam on the top, which Weiler accepted graciously. With one last questioning look at Danny's glass, Weiler turned back to the young man (younger than his brother, from the looks of it).

"They didn't tell me why I was supposed to meet you, either, so do you mind filling me in?" Weiler said, smiling as he scooted down the seat a little further. He wasn't close enough to be touching Danny, but it was closer than he needed to be. Old habits died hard - even if they were in safe territory, Weiler was used to not giving outside ears the luxury of a conversation not meant for them.

[kobacake]

Of course it wasn't juice! Even if Danny wasn't technically old enough to legally drink on this planet, his fake ID was virtually indistinguishable from a real one. He just preferred drinks that went down a little more pleasantly.

Danny didn't question Weiler's movement. Their's was a sensitive business, after all, and Weiler was probably trying to keep things quiet. He reached into a small leather satchel (murse?) on the seat beside him and pulled out a handheld tablet so he could take a few notes. He then turned back to Weiler with a slight frown.

"I heard from the Boss about how you guys came from the Seventh. You were Senator Wallabin's assistant or whatever before, right?" This was less of a question than it was a statement, and he didn't wait for an answer before continuing. Considering how close Weiler was to the heart of this matter, he didn't think there was a reason to hide anything. "Since we know Wallabin was tangled up with all the shit that Gladsheim was doing, we figured it'd be better to end that 'relationship' before they do any more damage. Basically, I'm gonna snipe his ass, and I need you to tell me about his habits and stuff so I can make that happen."

[tactician]

So he was right after all - it had all to do with Wallabin.

"You're going to snipe his ass by yourself?" Weiler questioned, spinning the remaining lager (about half) around in his glass mug with a small, amused smile. For how neat and kept he looked, he didn't have any problem rolling the less-than-sophisticated words off his tongue, but then again, he had always taken well to languages (even coarse ones).

[kobacake]

Danny frowned towards the question, he's glance flattening out into something that showed he thought the answer was obvious. "You only need one bullet to kill someone."

[tactician]

Weiler looked up guilelessly, keeping his eyes trained on Danny as he brought his cup to his lips, taking a polite sip.

"I didn't mean it that way," he said. He would have normally chuckled at Danny's defensiveness, but he was well aware that there weren't many people who would appreciate the humor quite as much as he did. "I meant, I would need to know if you were going with a party or not in order to tell you the best way to get close to the Senator."

[kobacake]

"I don't need to get close to him," Danny responded, reaching over to take a sip from his own glass. On the contrary he preferred to stay as far away from his targets as possible. The less evidence there was that he was involved, the better. "I just need him in my line of sight. Preferably an open area that's secluded, but I know that's probably a long shot."

Tilting his head back he drained the last of his drink, plucking the lime from the side of his glass to eat the fruit (not without making a bit of a face) before placing it back on the counter. "What kind of places does he frequent? Is he alone a lot?"

[tactician]

"That's what I mean," Weiler said, inclining his head to Danny. "Wallabin's a rat of a man. He's incredibly paranoid, doubly so after finding out about me. He won't be making any public appearances for a while yet; he's likely holding off all campaigning until he really needs to do it, and right now, with Gladsheim at his back, he doesn't even need to appeal to any masses in order to get a shoe-in to the Council. When he does make public appearances, he's flanked by a goon squad that tower over him like a human fortress. I don't know if you'll have much luck there."

Weiler turned his glass around in his hand, smearing cold condensation on the insides of his palms. Settling back in his seat, he made a thoughtful sound, idle fingers turning around an unlit cigarette in his free hand. "He'll be keeping mostly to his manor now, but assuming you can get into Gladsheim in its current state, you'd find that he's always holed up in his study. His desk isn't in line with any corner, either. The military built the house, you see. It seems as though Gladsheim had that in mind, too."

[kobacake]

"Ugh..." Danny let out a groan and slumped down a little in his seat, leaning his head back against the couch. "That fucking figures.."

He wasn't surprised really. If he was Wallabin, he would have been doing the same thing. Wallabin had to assume that the Circle would be coming after him, after all. Even so, that didn't help Danny feel any less frustrated. He frowned up at the ceiling, staring at the comfortably dim lights as if trying to think of a solution. He was only quiet for a moment, however, before he asked, "Well? Any suggestions?"

[tactician]

Weiler leaned in a little, smile a little sly. "You can always dress yourself up and get to him through traditional means," he suggested. "And unless you can cook, that really only leaves one option."

[kobacake]

"Oh, hell no." The corner of Danny's mouth pulled back in disgust at just the thought of being in Wallabin's proximity in that sort of scenario. It was highly unlikely he'd even be able to keep up the act for more than 30 seconds even if he did agree to it. "I've seen that guy's picture and there is no fucking way I'd touch that shit with a ten foot pole."

[tactician]

Weiler grinned and sat back, tapping one foot softly against the tiled floor. It seemed as though the Young Master Garamond had quite a set of standards for himself and the things he surrounded himself with, if his way of speaking and dress were any indication, which was not necessarily a bad thing. "That's too bad," he mused, swinging the end of his cigarette back and forth from between two fingers. "He's a sucker for a pretty face and you would have been just his type."

[kobacake]

Danny raised a brow towards the comment, glancing back towards Weiler as he straightened up in his seat again. "Yeah well I work way too hard to waste this--" he made a small sweeping gesture towards himself-- "on that." 'That,' of course, being someone of Wallabin's caliber.

[tactician]

Weiler's brows rose in unspoken amusement. "Oh? What would you 'waste' it on, then?"

weiler are you trying to figure out danny's type

[kobacake]

"Well they'd definitely have to be way younger and cuter."

he tries to figure out everyone's type

[tactician]

A slow, measuring glance slid down Danny from head to toe before Weiler settled back further against the cushions with a playful sigh. "That's too bad," he said, eyes rolling to the ceiling. "You wouldn't even be able to close your eyes and pretend it's someone else once Wallabin put his wrinkly hands on you then."

[kobacake]

Danny actually winced at the thought and ran his thumb and forefinger over his eyes like he hoped he could erase that image from his mind. "Ok, wow. I fucking hate you so much right now. Why are we even talking about this?"

[tactician]

Weiler grinned, toothy and eyes closed. "Merely discussing the best way to approach the Senator, I thought?"

[kobacake]

"I'm not trying to approach him. I'm trying to kill him." Danny looked up at Weiler again and frowned. He was a little frustrated that in this scenario he'd probably have to do the former to accomplish the latter. "Isn't there any way to like.. draw him out or something instead? Something that'd be worth the risk for him to leave his place for?"