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Post by Riley Neves on May 21, 2009 0:37:14 GMT -5
Right after lunch, Riley went back to the office and penned out the letter to Malfoy. Her writing was painfully neat, and she forced herself not to be rushed as she wrote. But she had to use a charm to keep her shaking hand steady.
As soon as it was written, and unsigned, she took it to the owlry and told Geoffrey and Hayden she was going home early. She just didn't know what to do here today, especially if she was nervous and worried the whole afternoon. Angelique would understand.
As soon as the owl was gone, so was Riley.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on May 21, 2009 18:05:20 GMT -5
Blake was lounging in his favorite chair, enjoying a cup of tea, when the owl arrived. It flew directly down the chimney and dove straight toward him, seeming very agitated. It flapped around his face a few times, until Blake was finally able to catch it.
When he did, he took the letter and crudely tossed the owl aside. The poor creature let out an angry squawk and pecked at Blake's hand before disappearing back into the fireplace.
Blake opened the letter, reading it quietly. Right from the start, his eyes narrowed, and by the time he was done, he was burning with rage. That stupid girl! He knew it had been a mistake to leave her alive. He should have killed the witch himself, since clearly he was the only one in his group that was actually capable of getting things done. Jordan and Alec had been idiots, plain and simple. Lyle was... not an idiot. But he had yet to take any real action in all of this, and now, due to some apparent mistake he'd made, the entire thing was in jeopardy.
Cursing to himself, he got up and went over to the desk, drafting a quick note to Lyle:
L,
It appears we have a loose end. It is imperative that we meet at once to discuss the problem. Meet me in the usual spot tonight at 7:00.
~B
He fetched one of his own owls and attached the message, then sent it off quickly. With any luck, they could deal with this quickly.
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Post by Lyle Inophen on May 21, 2009 23:01:44 GMT -5
Lyle was just sitting down to dinner with his wife when a surly looking owl flew in. There was only one person an owl that unhappy could belong to, and that was Blake. Bloody hell, what did he want now?
He ripped open the note, feeling a rush of anger when he read it. Of course they had a loose end. The girl was still alive.
He rolled his eyes. This had to end. Who put Malfoy in charge anyway?
Promising his wife he'd be back as soon as possible, he pulled on a cloak and apparaited to the usual spot, waiting for Blake.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on May 21, 2009 23:56:06 GMT -5
Blake was in a foul mood as he paced the floor, waiting for Lyle. The location where they were to meet was an empty house that the four of them had used as a hideout. It was sort of an example of the best place to hide being in plain sight. It was in the heart of London, but its dilapidated exterior was even enough to keep out the homeless and teenagers. In fact, it looked just like a pile of rubble from a bad fire. But once one passed through the magical field, if they had the power, it became clear that it was actually a large house in perfect condition.
As he waited for Lyle, Blake thought about what he would say. How should they handle this situation? Could Lyle be trusted? In the last few months, ever since Roland had seen their faces, the others had all begun questioning his decisions. Jordan, useless though he was, was loyal to the end. But after his death, Alec had begun to doubt him. Lyle, on the other hand, had always had his doubts. Blake didn't think it would take much to get Lyle to turn against him. But what did the girl have on him?
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Post by Lyle Inophen on May 23, 2009 15:25:59 GMT -5
"Oy, Malfoy," Lyle said, catching sight of the other man. He was really getting to detest answering Malfoy's every whim, whenever he had them. It was driving Lyle mad, to be honest.
He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows. "Let's be quick about this, all right? I have a wife to get home to."
Loose ends. He already knew it was the girl. But she didn't have anything on either of them, so he didn't see the problem.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on May 23, 2009 22:46:50 GMT -5
"Oh, like I don't?" Blake retorted. "I'd like to go back home to my own wife and continue to let her believe that we're trying for another baby, but unfortunately, we have to deal with this."
Reaching into his robe pocket, he produced the letter from Riley. Waving it in front of Lyle, but not giving it to him, he said, "Apparently the girl can't leave well enough alone and be satisfied to get away with her life. She wants to avenge her boyfriend. And she claims she's got something on you. What the hell did you say to her that night?"
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Post by Lyle Inophen on May 26, 2009 6:44:38 GMT -5
"I didn't say anything," Lyle said, frustrated and trying to read whatever Blake was waving in front of him. Finally, he just reached out and snatched the letter away.
He read it over quickly. Twice. And then he shook his head. "She's bluffing," he decided, because he really couldn't think of what he had done or said that night to tip her off, especially that took her a week or so to figure out. "And why would she tell you, anyway?"
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Post by Blake Malfoy on May 26, 2009 10:17:52 GMT -5
Blake's scowl deepened. He wasn't entirely sure he believed Lyle. Being death eaters, they weren't exactly the most trusting--or trustworthy--people in the world. Blake had not gotten where he was in life by trusting people. And in working closely with Lyle all this time, he had determined that he didn't really like the bloke. Not that he actually liked anyone...
"Obviously, because I'm the one she really wants. She couldn't care less about you... I'm the one that killed her boyfriend."
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Post by Lyle Inophen on May 30, 2009 11:16:31 GMT -5
"So she sends you a warning letter?" Lyle asked, raising his eyebrows. "She gives you time to figure out how to stop her? Does that sound legitimate to you?"
Lyle, on the other hand, was sometimes convinced that Blake was an idiot, and he was quickly losing every reason he had to follow the man's orders. And he was... well, pretty certain that he hadn't done anything to tip the girl off. Now, though, there was doubt in the back of his mind, and he wasn't positive.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 7, 2009 0:49:48 GMT -5
Blake shrugged. To him, the solution was simple. They never should have let the woman live in the first place. As far as he was concerned, that was where Lyle had messed up, in not killing Riley Neves. Now the girl had nothing to lose, and she was coming after them.
"Clearly, she has a death wish," Blake replied. "She wants to join her dear boyfriend on the other side. It's touching, really." He rolled his eyes, as if to show that he thought it to be anything but.
"I think you should help her out. Find the girl and kill her."
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jun 9, 2009 11:42:41 GMT -5
Lyle's jaw set. The owl was sent to Blake, wasn't it? And Blake was the one now concerned. Shouldn't he deal with the girl?
But no. It was dirty work, and Malfoy didn't stick his hands in dirty work. He sent Jordan to harrass the little Ferreras during the attack, and that had failed. He sent Alec to deal with a woman and her baby, which was a massive failure. How did you fail killing her?
Now he was sending Lyle to take care of the partner, which was fine. He could take care of the girl, he was a better fighter than she was. But the only time he managed to kill anyone was when it was their target, and this realization annoyed Lyle.
"And you can't finish her yourself why?"
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 14, 2009 1:15:02 GMT -5
Blake's nostrils flared in annoyance. Ever since Jordan's death in the attack, his little group had been slowly disintegrating. Alec had always been the most vocal in his disagreements with Blake, but he was also stupid, so his arguments never really held up. Lyle, however, had always been the biggest threat to Blake. He was not an idiot. He was smart.. and that made him dangerous.
"Because you're the one who left her alive in the first place. You should have killed her when you had the chance. And you apparently said something to her that gave her some sort of hint. In other words, Inophen, it's your mess. Clean it up."
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jun 15, 2009 15:25:57 GMT -5
Lyle frowned deeply. This was ridiculous.
"It's been weeks. Do you think she actually has anything?" His tone implied that he clearly thought she did not. Furthermore, he was smart enough not to say something to give himself away. And why wouldn't she have sent the threat to him instead? Something didn't add up, and in his head, it meant that she didn't have anything. He wasn't even mentioned by name in the note.
"Fine," he said finally, his jaw tight. "It'll be a quick kill, anyway." He already knew he was more skilled than the Auror. Unfortunately for her, he was pissed now, and was considering drawing out her torture for the hassle.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 15, 2009 15:59:19 GMT -5
Blake glared at him. He was getting quite annoyed with Lyle's attitude, and he was already beginning to wonder if it was time to sever ties with the man. "Honestly, I don't give a damn whether she really has anything or not. Maybe she's bluffing. Maybe she's not. Either way, she should have died that night, and it's time to rectify that situation. Clearly, she wants to die. Otherwise she would leave well enough alone."
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jun 18, 2009 13:21:35 GMT -5
Lyle just waved off the situation. "I'll take care of it," he said.
He raised his eyebrows, waiting to see if Blake wanted to harass him any further. He really did want to go home and spend the time with his wife. While Blake may not feel the same, Lyle was something of a family man. Except that the only family he cared about was his own.
(Sorry that was so short)
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 18, 2009 19:28:52 GMT -5
Blake just glared. "Good," he said simply. "It'll all be easier when this is over. No one will ever be able to identify us."
He gave Inophen one final once-over, then put his wand in his pocket. "I think that's about it for now. But I'll be in touch."
He was currently pondering whether he'd rather get back to his wife, or to the mistress he kept on the other side of town. But, for appearances' sake, it would probably be better to go home.
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