Slevin Kelevra (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
andyougoleft) wrote2014-01-28 02:52 pm
andyougoleft) wrote2014-01-28 02:52 pm
|: 008. Spam/Video : See Me, Hear Me, But Don't Touch Me :|
[ Spam for Hannibal Lecter ]
[Slevin has been working for several months to get to this day. This is the point of no return, the first domino, the peak of the track before the drop - once he's passed this, once he's pushed this piece, all he can do is commit to the fall and accept where it goes.
Well. Unless he doesn't.
He's taken care to come across as mostly under the radar, or if he accidentally ends up above the wire, harmless. He runs his mouth but he never does anything. In the Barge environment, that has been especially easy to do. Now, though, he checks that the Glock he picked up in Los Angeles is still loaded (it is) and clean (it is), and slides it away into his waistband; a knife, too, tucked into his pocket, also from Los Angeles, his favorite black hoodie - roomie and bulky and chosen precisely for these qualities - settled comfortably over both. He'd have liked to have the glasses, but they were traded away for another point in his favor in this long game. It's all about to pay off, or flop.
He closes the door behind him on his way out of his cabin, and moves for the dining hall to locate his target. He doesn't even hesitate.
Hannibal hasn't been out and about much, but when he does he keeps to a routine that would be difficult enough to process through the breaks unless one were watching for exactly that; Slevin has been. It's simple, when he spots him in the dining hall, to know where he'll be if he's going to be out later tonight. Slevin finishes his own dinner, and then leaves to intercept him in the hallway.
Level 2 is risky - it's busier than the deeper levels, and the infirmary being so near could save Hannibal if Slevin is interrupted - but that's never really bothered him, and it is objectively the emptiest level anyway. It will, regardless, be quick.]
[ Private to Chris D'Amico : Video : Later ]
[Chris has seen Slevin go distant and detached a few times now; this is slightly different, but related. He looks confused as well when he comes on the screen, and he's staring at something out of frame, something on the floor, expectantly; he's in a dark room that is not his. A few moments of stillness, of silence, and then Slevin speaks in a voice matching his expression, still without looking.]
Chris, I.
I think I may have made a mistake.
[ Zero Spam : OPEN ]
[Slevin was expecting to be spending some time in a cell in Zero when he started this. It's a price he's willing to pay, for what he'd expected to gain from it.
Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. It's difficult to tell from where he's settled on the cot in the cell, leaned back against the bars, feet crossed on the bed and arms folded over his chest, sitting quietly in thought. It is, now, a waiting game.]
[Slevin has been working for several months to get to this day. This is the point of no return, the first domino, the peak of the track before the drop - once he's passed this, once he's pushed this piece, all he can do is commit to the fall and accept where it goes.
Well. Unless he doesn't.
He's taken care to come across as mostly under the radar, or if he accidentally ends up above the wire, harmless. He runs his mouth but he never does anything. In the Barge environment, that has been especially easy to do. Now, though, he checks that the Glock he picked up in Los Angeles is still loaded (it is) and clean (it is), and slides it away into his waistband; a knife, too, tucked into his pocket, also from Los Angeles, his favorite black hoodie - roomie and bulky and chosen precisely for these qualities - settled comfortably over both. He'd have liked to have the glasses, but they were traded away for another point in his favor in this long game. It's all about to pay off, or flop.
He closes the door behind him on his way out of his cabin, and moves for the dining hall to locate his target. He doesn't even hesitate.
Hannibal hasn't been out and about much, but when he does he keeps to a routine that would be difficult enough to process through the breaks unless one were watching for exactly that; Slevin has been. It's simple, when he spots him in the dining hall, to know where he'll be if he's going to be out later tonight. Slevin finishes his own dinner, and then leaves to intercept him in the hallway.
Level 2 is risky - it's busier than the deeper levels, and the infirmary being so near could save Hannibal if Slevin is interrupted - but that's never really bothered him, and it is objectively the emptiest level anyway. It will, regardless, be quick.]
[ Private to Chris D'Amico : Video : Later ]
[Chris has seen Slevin go distant and detached a few times now; this is slightly different, but related. He looks confused as well when he comes on the screen, and he's staring at something out of frame, something on the floor, expectantly; he's in a dark room that is not his. A few moments of stillness, of silence, and then Slevin speaks in a voice matching his expression, still without looking.]
Chris, I.
I think I may have made a mistake.
[ Zero Spam : OPEN ]
[Slevin was expecting to be spending some time in a cell in Zero when he started this. It's a price he's willing to pay, for what he'd expected to gain from it.
Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. It's difficult to tell from where he's settled on the cot in the cell, leaned back against the bars, feet crossed on the bed and arms folded over his chest, sitting quietly in thought. It is, now, a waiting game.]
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[He's even calmer, now, working down his anger by steps despite still snapping sharp from time to time; he's reached something like a sulky simmer, coming closer to his usual disposition than he has since he opened the line of communication to Chris.]
Okay, what?
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Nothing. I was just agreeing with you. Kind of.
I mean, if you were going to subscribe to the idea of the Barge having any kind of sense or pattern, I would say that the whole point of graduation is to give the former inmate a better life to go back to. And I think the Barge doesn't like that you only have one trick up your sleeve when it comes to murderous assholes.
Like, do you even give a fuck what happens to you after the Rabbi and the Boss are dead for good?
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[There's an opportunity here, the part of Slevin's mind that keeps score informs him. It's not that he hadn't thought of it before, but it's not one that could be facilitated. It's not something he could control.
Take it so soon? Chance it?
The answer is always yes. He takes a slightly deeper breath, looks away again, chewing the inside of his cheek. His hands disappear into his pockets.]
Chris. I'm one man against two very powerful leaders with an extremely well armed guerrilla army a fingersnap away. My partner would cut me loose in a heartbeat to get out unscathed. We're not even being paid for this job. It's a favor, and Goodkat doesn't do favors.
What do you really think my odds are of actually getting to the Rabbi and/or the Boss without ending up in one of their ice cream freezers?
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Or are you talking about after you graduate?
Because you might want to go over to Hit-Girl and talk to her about how two people stormed an entire skyscraper filled with high-alert guerrilla mobsters, one powerful leader and one fucking stupid kid and straight up killed all of them.
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Goodkat only agreed to the job after we'd wrapped up all the jobs he needed two people for. I'm expendable now. He gets paid twice, and if I'm dead in the process - which I am - he just disappears like he never existed.
This place isn't real until you're here. Why would I have planned for it? Why would I have planned for a second chance if I get myself killed during my first one?
I'm not Hit Girl and I'm not a super hero, Chris. I'm just a kid with no parents that grew up into a guy with no family. I can fight, but if you're an assassin and you're fighting hand to hand, you've already lost. Rifle, not handgun.
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But let me ask you a weird question: if you had a choice between killing the Rabbi and the Boss, and going back to have a family and a life again, you'd choose the first?
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Chris, did you read that fucking file?
This is all I have. It's all I've worked towards for years. And besides, that's not even a choice I get. I'm in too deep already - I killed Tony Jr. and I killed Yitzchok. If I don't put their fathers in the ground too, they won't stop until they put me there for sure this time.
You can't just slap a tiger and then walk away.
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I mean, don't you get that? You lost. You went up against the big guys knowing it was a long shot, took a gamble and got your head beaten in.
So now you're here and you're being given this second chance to do things right but instead all you ever spend time doing is thinking about how you can get back so you can do the same old shit again that got you here in the first place instead of figuring out how not to waste this chance.
For fuck's sake, Slevin. Your life is worth way more than that.
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But it doesn't matter what I decide to do, here. I still have to go back there and deal with what I've done, and you're not listening, or you don't believe me, or something.
You don't know me. You don't know what my life is worth.
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The mob kids are just an excuse. You aren't in too deep; you can still do shit another way if you wanted. You fucking deserve a family. Why are you afraid of letting go?
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Use it like he always has. Or...]
Why are you afraid of letting go, Chris? Why can't you just walk away from everything you've ever known in your life?
[It's a challenge, and an honest question, the assassin drawn up short and turned to face his warden.]
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I kind of did.
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How long did it take? Why don't you just use your deal to fix what your family did - not just Big Daddy, but all of it - and go somewhere else? Take Cassel and find a new earth, a new world? Why not leave?
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Your family was murdered. My family is the one doing the murdering. It's not watching them die, it's killing them myself. You can't compare the two, it's a completely different kind of hurting.
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You asked what I'm afraid of, why I can't let go, and that's the same.
If I let go, what do I have? Nothing.
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But when confronted with the cell he'll be occupying for the next several days, he hesitates. It isn't fear; he's not afraid of prison, especially not here where he has nothing to lose, not even days off his life.
Something else.]
I've killed a lot of people, Chris. It's just a job. Like wrapping up a hamburger or ringing up groceries.
I thought... I've never had an investment in it past the money before. Bad business. But I thought this would be different.
I thought this would feel different.
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If it doesn't feel different, then what the fuck was it all for?
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I don't know.
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Think about it over the next three days. I'll go talk to Mal, get shit sorted out in the meantime.
You want anything while you're here?
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He shakes his head and walks through, moving to sit down on the cot. Might as well get as comfortable as he can.]
No.
Three days? You don't think you're going to catch any grief for that?
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...Don't....tell anyone I said that. Sets a bad example, or something. Don't do it again and we're cool.
But there's seriously nothing anyone can do to wipe the smug grin off that shit-eater's face, so I'm not even going to try.
Anyway. I'll come down during lunch so we can eat together. Cool?
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As long as I only take out people that deserve it, it's less of a problem?
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I'm just trying to figure out what the lesson's supposed to be for amateur brain surgery.
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