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'debrief' doesn't mean what you want it to, weiler
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?
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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What a losing deal.
Weiler shook his head and smiled. "No, a deal's a deal. I'm not backing out. But it has to be on the mouth - no air kisses or pecks on the cheek now, Mr. Garamond."
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Pushing all thoughts of unicorns and fairytale princess to the back of his head, Weiler squashed down one last laugh and leaned forward with a guiding hand on Danny's cheek, meeting the young man in a close-mouthed (he had to protect the fair maiden's honor after all) kiss that lasted for only as long as Danny could take it.
He started counting down in his head. Ten, nine, eight...
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He placed on a hand on Weiler's knee, supporting his weight as he leaned in. He was actually kind of surprised at how mild the kiss was, given Weiler's projected skeeviness. Danny might have even thought this could be considered a cop-out kiss if not for the fact that Weiler was the one who started it. When Weiler pulled away, Danny raised a brow expectantly. "Well?"
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"Locke does that a lot better," he concluded with a grin.
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"I don't suppose you have anything else to ask? If you do, there is that number I gave you, which really was, strictly speaking, in case you needed anything of that sort."
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