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[kirkinator]

This last week has been great.

Between Lulu threatening him and the looks Cadence is giving him, as if its somehow his fault (despite the fact that Kirk regularly expunges Cadence’s little tracking bugs from his apartment, the mob boss had other eyes that reported Lulu’s fit to him, and thus the failure of the mission) Kirk’s been… really,

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Dimitri likes guns. He likes the clean sound they make when you disable the safety, that satisfying click is a sharp tap against his eardrums that ignites an exciting burst of adrenaline within him, and he knows the next sound is going to be loud, dirty, and beautiful. When he was a general, he kept everyone's asses in line, but it really was the chaos of war that he enjoyed. The unpredictability that he met with such unrivaled calm and clarity; that was what he did best.

In any case, he was standing in Kirk's kitchen, a cigarette sitting in the corner of his mouth, his hand on a cloth running over the barrel of one of the guns he loved so much. It was a small gun, but it wasn't the type that required more than one shot to kill someone. Maybe if your aim was off, but Dimitri's aim wasn't off. Dimitri's aim was damn near perfect.

Especially when it came to his little girl.

Even if they weren't related by blood, Lulu was his little girl. No one fucked with Dimitri's little girl. No one that wanted to live, that is.

[kirkinator]

The tie's dropped on the nearest surface, and Kirk's running a hand over his head when he steps into his kitchen, looking down.

Only there's a pair of feet that aren't his standing over near his counter. He winces internally as he raises his gaze, going up the legs and over the torso and even before he gets to the face he knows its Dimitri, casually cleaning a gun in his kitchen.

He drops his hand when he looks at the ex-general.

"Dimitri." No sense in asking 'why are you here', since he knows what he's here for.

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Dimitri doesn't bother looking up. The voice is the same, the one he had groaning against this very counter mere months ago. That was a good night, for both of the. Tonight won't end up with the both of them being quite so lucky, as long as Dimitri gets his way.

"Nice t'see you again, Jim."

He cracks his neck and puts the cloth in his pocket.

"Heard you and Lulu weren't having such a good time."

Dimitri finally looks up as he points is gun, taking the safety off and hoping that Kirk is smart enough to recognize that sound as the decision Dimitri's already made to kill him.

"You have until I feel like pullin' the trigger to try'n persuade me into another course of action."

[kirkinator]

Not having a good time? Understatement of the century.

Kirk starts to take a step to the side when Dimitri finally looks up and points the gun at him, and then the smuggler freezes.

When Dimitri oh-so-casually offers him the chance to explain himself (and that's all that is, really, the guy is going to kill him even if he was the best negotiator in the world) he lets out a deprecating snort.

"Why bother? Lord knows I deserve it," he says, tugging on a sleeve nervously. "I took the job, started changing my mind, and just when I thought I had a conscience everything came down," he says, moving slowly to a chair and sitting down.

"So you might as well get it over with."

Honestly, Kirk really, really doesn't want to die. But this is Dimitri Nikolaidis, and he fucked over the guys daughter. If he had a kid, he'd be doing the same thing.