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Robert/Vincent
It took about thirty minutes for Vincent to contact his associates and get them moving. He assured Robert that these were "gentlemen who can be trusted to get a job done, no questions asked." Tracking down Sienna wouldn't be too difficult for them, and if they didn't know where to go they would find someone who did.
Of course, Vincent could have easily solved the situation with one phone call to Doctor George Whish. The vet's business card was still sitting in Vincent's pocket and he hadn't decided yet what to do about it. Did he tell Robert? No, of course not - not now, anyway. He found himself tempted to do one of two things.
The first, and most obvious, would be to call Whish, collect Sienna and take her to his apartment, where she'd have no choice but to endure more of his conversation and games. But then there was the other option. What would Sienna do if she was left to transform in a strange place, surrounded by people who would undoubtedly be shocked and terrified of watching a small, unassuming cat turn into a fully grown woman? He could imagine Sienna's embarrassment, maybe even her own fear, at being found naked in front of complete strangers. Vincent allowed himself a little chuckle.
"What's so funny?," asked Robert, who had been pacing back and forth across the floor.
"Nothing, just an old joke I remembered," said Vincent, waving his hand nonchalantly. "You know, that's a pretty expensive rug you're wearing a hole in."
"I'll stop pacing when these men of yours find Sienna," said Robert. In truth, her disappearance was only one reason for his nervousness. There, stuck between a few dusty tomes on a shelf, was possibly the answer to their prayers. Robert was certain Vincent had used it to curse them and the method to reverse their affliction was more than likely also there. But with the other man sitting at his desk, Robert couldn't find out. He needed to get in here when there was no chance of being disturbed. If Vincent suspected for a second that Robert recognised the book and was looking for an answer to the curse, he might store it away where neither Robert nor Sienna could find it.
For the moment, at least, luck was on Robert's side. Vincent was too busy with his own thoughts, drumming his fingers on the desk. He was getting increasingly frustrated with Robert's pacing, however, and finally sighed.
"Look, you're doing no one any favours by hanging around here," he said. "For all we know, Sienna managed to find her way home. Why don't you go there? If there's any news, I'll call you."
Robert hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to miss a chance at taking the book, but Vincent also had a point. "I just hate feeling useless," he muttered.
You should be used to it by now, thought Vincent. But instead he replied in a calming tone, "There's nothing either of us can do right now. Go home and rest." Robert slowly nodded his head and left. The book wasn't going anywhere and being at home for Sienna was a good idea. Besides, the afternoon was passing. In a couple of hours the Sun would set. Robert only hoped Sienna would be back in his arms before it did.
Vincent watched him leave, then took out the business card. He turned it over in his fingers a few times before laying it on the desk. There was a third option, he realised. He had been so fixated on gaining Sienna's gratitude for small mercies that he never considered doing the same with Robert. He couldn't pretend Robert didn't want to kill him, but even with all the animosity they shared, Vincent knew the other man would be thankful for Sienna's safe return. Their gratitude made them more pliable.
Vincent picked up his phone and quickly dialled the number. He glanced out of the window, then at the clock on his wall; there were a few hours until sunset, plenty of time to plan his next move.
As the other end answered the phone, Vincent said in a cheery tone, "Hello, Dr Whish? Vincent Reeves here; my... fiancée found your business card."
It took about thirty minutes for Vincent to contact his associates and get them moving. He assured Robert that these were "gentlemen who can be trusted to get a job done, no questions asked." Tracking down Sienna wouldn't be too difficult for them, and if they didn't know where to go they would find someone who did.
Of course, Vincent could have easily solved the situation with one phone call to Doctor George Whish. The vet's business card was still sitting in Vincent's pocket and he hadn't decided yet what to do about it. Did he tell Robert? No, of course not - not now, anyway. He found himself tempted to do one of two things.
The first, and most obvious, would be to call Whish, collect Sienna and take her to his apartment, where she'd have no choice but to endure more of his conversation and games. But then there was the other option. What would Sienna do if she was left to transform in a strange place, surrounded by people who would undoubtedly be shocked and terrified of watching a small, unassuming cat turn into a fully grown woman? He could imagine Sienna's embarrassment, maybe even her own fear, at being found naked in front of complete strangers. Vincent allowed himself a little chuckle.
"What's so funny?," asked Robert, who had been pacing back and forth across the floor.
"Nothing, just an old joke I remembered," said Vincent, waving his hand nonchalantly. "You know, that's a pretty expensive rug you're wearing a hole in."
"I'll stop pacing when these men of yours find Sienna," said Robert. In truth, her disappearance was only one reason for his nervousness. There, stuck between a few dusty tomes on a shelf, was possibly the answer to their prayers. Robert was certain Vincent had used it to curse them and the method to reverse their affliction was more than likely also there. But with the other man sitting at his desk, Robert couldn't find out. He needed to get in here when there was no chance of being disturbed. If Vincent suspected for a second that Robert recognised the book and was looking for an answer to the curse, he might store it away where neither Robert nor Sienna could find it.
For the moment, at least, luck was on Robert's side. Vincent was too busy with his own thoughts, drumming his fingers on the desk. He was getting increasingly frustrated with Robert's pacing, however, and finally sighed.
"Look, you're doing no one any favours by hanging around here," he said. "For all we know, Sienna managed to find her way home. Why don't you go there? If there's any news, I'll call you."
Robert hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to miss a chance at taking the book, but Vincent also had a point. "I just hate feeling useless," he muttered.
You should be used to it by now, thought Vincent. But instead he replied in a calming tone, "There's nothing either of us can do right now. Go home and rest." Robert slowly nodded his head and left. The book wasn't going anywhere and being at home for Sienna was a good idea. Besides, the afternoon was passing. In a couple of hours the Sun would set. Robert only hoped Sienna would be back in his arms before it did.
Vincent watched him leave, then took out the business card. He turned it over in his fingers a few times before laying it on the desk. There was a third option, he realised. He had been so fixated on gaining Sienna's gratitude for small mercies that he never considered doing the same with Robert. He couldn't pretend Robert didn't want to kill him, but even with all the animosity they shared, Vincent knew the other man would be thankful for Sienna's safe return. Their gratitude made them more pliable.
Vincent picked up his phone and quickly dialled the number. He glanced out of the window, then at the clock on his wall; there were a few hours until sunset, plenty of time to plan his next move.
As the other end answered the phone, Vincent said in a cheery tone, "Hello, Dr Whish? Vincent Reeves here; my... fiancée found your business card."