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master_moreau

Moreau's Revenge - 003

Aug 18, 2011 16:58

It was the second day since Eliot Spencer had been more or less dragged back into Damien Moreau's grip. They were dangerous men. Criminals. The main difference seemed to be that while Moreau had no qualms over the innocent blood he had spilled to get to where he had been before Nate Ford came along, Eliot seemed to have more of a problem with it. ( Read more... )

~cole holden, ~damien moreau, - leverage, +r, ~eliot spencer

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distinctive_guy August 18 2011, 21:30:14 UTC

It was a miracle that Eliot managed to doze at all, standing up and leaning on his arms like that. But past experience taught the retrieval specialist to take what rest he could, when he could, especially if heavy physical exertion -like torture- was to follow.

It was the sound of footsteps approaching that woke him, that familiar clack of custom leather heels that was audible even before the door opened. He opened his eyes to glare at Moreau walking into the room, and stood straighter to stretch out his hands. His muscles were tired, he must have been caught in this position for over 24 hours now, and while there was no longer danger of losing his hands from hypoxia, his arms were cramping up something mighty.

It alone was enough to put him in a cranky mood if everything else in this situation hadn't already. "Moreau." His eyes narrowed. "Are we gonna stand all day starin' at one another?"

master_moreau August 18 2011, 22:18:01 UTC

"I thought we might try this the easy way, first." Moreau watched Eliot's expressions, constantly reading the hitter. He admired Eliot's determined stubbornness in the past, letting the hitter do things his way. Something that had earned some measure of hushed discontent among his men.

"You're still the best, Eliot. Come back and work for me." There were conditions of course. He would never let Eliot loose if he felt the risk of being turned on was greater than the benefit of having him back. But he wanted Nathan Ford. His name, the power he had built up for himself, the long list of contacts. Much of it had been destroyed by that far too smug bastard. Moreau wanted his revenge. Needed to destroy the team that took him down, before he could become what he had been before.

distinctive_guy August 18 2011, 22:28:49 UTC

"We've been through that," Eliot countered, reminding Moreau of not just yesterday, but years ago when he walked out after Belgrade. He made the decision then, and Eliot Spencer wasn't a man who went back on what he decided.

There was too much rift between them, and it wasn't even San Lorenzo or Ram's Horn. Even without the Italian creating that giant chasm for good, Eliot still wouldn't ever return to working with Moreau. It was just that without him, Eliot wouldn't have actively crossed Moreau either. But never again. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he went back, as it was, he barely could now.

So he stood facing Moreau, eyes narrowed and telling his once friend and ally in no uncertain terms, "Go to hell."

master_moreau August 30 2011, 01:40:16 UTC

"You can't blame me for trying." Damien shrugged, a letting that false smile settle back in place as he made a half circle walk around Eliot, a calculated distance away from the reach of Eliot's legs. "Actually, I suppose you can." He was careful. Being careful paid off. Not being careful got lesser criminals killed. Moreau learned long ago the importance of keeping every single detail, book or piece of paperwork methodically organized and down to the finest point to keep himself out of trouble, no matter what his clients or associates did to screw up. He brought that same method into confrontations with Eliot ( ... )

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