Fast Enough (Closed)

[Ephemeron9]

"Yes, yes indeed. I'm afraid I have made a hot-headed fool of myself." John vocalized into the speaker, modulating an intonation of humble grievance and earnest concern. The effort strained his diaphragm. "You see, dear, I had just did a little research and found our little brat heroine to be a kid in the university, and I must say that if I wasn't convinced of what you said about her childish callowness, I am now."

As John proceeded to relate his findings in an almost casual manner, Alex, with his back turned, tried to catch as much of conversation as is possible without seeming conspicuous.

"So, I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to lend a hand on dealing with the brat, and we can talk it all out after you have a little fun with the kid over some wine I had flying across the Atlantic Ocean?" He proposed, hoping for the veteran speedster's assistance in securing the necessary information.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

A triumphant smile at his admission soon curved into a predatory one as he went on. Her heart quickened, a rush of thrill and bloodlust in her veins as she removed her sunglasses slowly.

“I told you. Isn’t she just the worst? An uppity little goodie two shoes?” Her tone was laced with irrational anger, even hatred-and a hint of that sadistic sort of excitement sparkling in her eyes and edging her voice.

A student at the university. That the stupid child would have the nerve to try and have a normal life outside of all this...naive little bitch.

“Well. When you put it like that…” She drummed her fingers on the side of her glass as if considering things, but really-she was resolved. He’d found her. And now they would each get what they wanted, make up again.

Perfect.

“I suppose I can offer you my assistance.”

 

[Ephemeron9]

It was impossible for Alex to act in a way as to suggest that he hasn't heard any of the conversation, and he thought it better to acknowledge his presence in the earshot of the phone call.

"Looks like somebody has got a tough time coming their way." He suggested casually, looking into the waning sun. It was rather obvious to him that the most likely enemy of Rush to merit the sort of attention she showed during the call were the intrepid young heroine of the city.

It wasn't the first time Mistress Rush had personally targeted the girl, but something about this particular reference tipped Alex off as being more dangerous than most. As far as he knew all the previous confrontations between the women had involved Velocity on the initiative--asserting herself to stop whatever plan the villains had been plotting, but the tone of this conversations made it seem like the reverse if true--that it is the villains who were setting up something to catch the vigilante, and it doesn't help that the scheme seems to be mainly orchestrated by some unknown third party, one perhaps more intelligent or more powerful than Rush herself.

Alex waited for the woman's reaction to his probing comment, and as he did, tried as best as he could to mask his increasingly certain allegiance with Velocity, with the girl called Jenna Paige.