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Posted by Slade
on 5/29/2009, 4:45 pm, in reply to "Vendetta pt 2"
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Outside Star City, Slade’s Farm
“What did you learn from our little sparring session last night,” Slade asks. He sits in a chair beside Gavin’s bed his arms folded across his chest. Beside the bed on a small table a hot meal awaits the boy as well. Gavin sits up and grabs a quick drink of water before replying.
“Duck,” the boy responds. Even Slade cannot resist the boy’s quip and they both share a laugh for a moment until the boy continues. “You drew me in with a feint, tipping a low thrust from the right and pulling my blade out of position. You caught me thinking only one move ahead instead of seeing the feint for what it was. I also noticed you were favoring your right leg, but I was unsure if it was a trap or not so I didn’t press it.”
“Well done,” Slade replies. “I had a slightly pulled muscle in my right thigh, but I was overplaying it to draw you in. Most grown men don’t last as long as you did in a fight with me so hold your head high.”
“Thank you but it doesn’t help. If that was a real fight I would be dead.”
“You judge yourself harshly and that is good. How do you feel physically?”
“I’m fine, just let me get dressed.” Gavin climbs out of bed and begins to put on his clothes. The large bruise on his temple is noticeable as he carefully slides the shirt on. Slade nods towards the food and the boy sits back on the bed and begins to eat the soup and sandwich. “I’ll get right to work on my school work as soon as I’m done.”
“You can take a break from the school work today, you are ahead on all of your assignments anyway. When you are done eating we have to run into town for supplies.”
“Are we going to spar again?”
“Not today,” Slade replies to the boy’s disappointment. “You are going to practice field stripping every gun in the vault followed by target practice.”
“You know I…”
“We’ll be using the half sized targets this afternoon. Would you like to continue?”
“Yes sir,” Gavin answers.
“Tomorrow night is going to be a big night for you. All of our plans are coming to fruition and tomorrow night will be the end game.”
“I understand.”
“This will be your hardest test, the first one always is.”
“I am ready…”
Star City, Queen Industries
“What’s going on old man,” Connor’s voice answers through Oliver’s private line. Oliver sits in his office overlooking the city, sweating profusely even though the room is temperature controlled. Deep down Oliver had a feeling Slade got the tracer through some sort of subterfuge and that Connor was fine. The mercenary followed his own twisted code of ethics and Ollie knew this was a matter of physiological warfare. Now the question was how did he manage to get the bug.
“The same old crap, paperwork and conference calls.”
“Better you than me,” Connor answers.
“How’s the nightlife been treating you?”
“I’ve been bored to tears to tell you the truth. Must be some kind of holiday for criminals,” Connor jokes. “I thought maybe a few of the small timers from that SHIELD facility break out might show up but none yet. How about you old man?”
“I’m just as bored and Dinah isn’t sure when she’ll be getting back from her trip.”
Just then there is a knock at the door to Ollie’s office. Harold lets himself in carrying a folder along with an energy drink Oliver had asked for. He sets both on the desk and leaves without a word. Ollie opens the folder and begins to read as Connor tells him about his recent vacation to Coast City. Ollie scans the toxicology report on the mask he found on the rooftop.
“So are you coming downtown tonight, maybe we can get a bite to eat.”
“I’d like to but can I get a rain check? I was up late last night finalizing a big deal and I think I’m going to head to bed really early tonight. Why don’t we go to the game Monday night and we’ll use the company box?”
“Sounds like a plan. There is a great little Greek place that just opened a couple blocks up from the park, what’s say we hit it before game time?’
“I’ll see if Roy wants to join us. I have to go now…”
“I know busiest man in green tights. I’ll see you Monday, I love you dad.”
“I love you to son,” Oliver replies hanging up the phone. He looks over the file once more and reaches for the button on the intercom on his desk. “Marcia
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