When Angels Fall From Heaven

Chapter 4: Wall Safes & Missions

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Faye dutifully followed Vicious up two flights of stairs and down the maroon carpeted hallways, all the while wondering where the hell he was taking her.

Hopefully not somewhere where he can slit my throat and not have to worry about staining the carpet.

Faye cringed inwardly at the thought. She had observed enough of the silver haired man to realize that even though he may have softened somewhat at dinner, he was still most likely the most dangerous man she had ever met. Even Spike who seemed unable to die didn't put that chill in her spine like Vicious did. There was something cold and dead and more than a little mad lurking in the depths of those gray eyes that made Faye shiver.

Vicious seemed oblivious to Faye's inner reverie as he came to a stop in front of a door in the center of the hallway.

He keyed in a code on the keypad next to the door and stepped aside to let Faye enter first.

"Such a gentleman Vicious!" Faye exclaimed only half sarcastic.

"Actually, if there had been any assassins in the room, they would have just killed you first and given me time to draw my kitana."

"Thanks Vicious. You really know how to make a girl feel loved" Faye fought very hard to keep the twinge of disappointment out of her voice.

And here I thought I was actually starting to wear him down. Should have known better. That would be too easy.

Vicious caught the end of the sharky grin Faye gave him as she sauntered into the room with renewed enthusiasm.

Faye paused in the middle of the room, looking around a waiting for Vicious to let her in on what they were doing here.

He stepped quickly over to a classical Chinese painting of a mountain and carefully slid the wood frame to the left. A small safe appeared from in the pain which Vicious proceeded to open and then pull out a folder. He quickly shut the safe back and slid the painting back in place.

How…20th century… Faye thought with a little shock.

Vicious then motioned with his eyes for her to take a seat on the leather couch to his left. She did and watched warily as Vicious took the seat across the coffee table from her.

"This is Alejandro Sanjuro."

Vicious pulled out a 3 x 5 photograph and handed it to Faye.

She took it out and dutifully studied the man in the picture. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a strong jaw line and a full head of wavy dark hair. His tanned skin and handsome features made the scar along his right eye even more apparent, but it didn't take away from his overall appeal. He looked like someone Faye would see gambling in a casino with two women on each arm and a bottle of champagne in each hand.

My kind of guy.

Her brief study of the picture over, Faye raised her eyes to look at Vicious.

"He is an associate in the Red Dragon Syndicate. He and his squad arrived at this location a few hours ago and plan on spending one night here before departing Mars. Before that happens you will gather information from him."

Faye took in Vicious' speech with a blank face.

"Regarding?"

"Regarding his uncle, Mauricio Desalva, who is a capo in the White Tiger Syndicate."

"And what is in this for me?"

"You keep yourself useful to me for the time being."

Faye's only visible reaction was the raising of her delicately shaped eyebrow.

"Done."

Author's Notes

Ok, short, I know. But I'm getting back into the swing of things. Plus I have absolutely no idea where this story is going…time to play the guessing game! Review please!