Everything in Time

Автор: Ravenschild

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Peter’s chuckle was low and dirty as he watched the evident discomfit in his friend. He was far removed from the urbane, controlled man that graced the hallways of academia and the office. Connor almost fidgeted and Peter frowned. This was becoming way too personal and Connor was teetering dangerously on the edge.

Connor was going over the floor plan of the bar with Jarrod as Axon snagged Anton’s arm and pulled him outside.

“A word?”

“Sure, what can I do for you?” Anton smiled as he looked Peter up and down. Soft leather pants, dark shirt, leather dress jacket and boots. He certainly looked the part, in more ways then one.

“In private, Anton?” Peter headed down towards Anton’s office and closed the door.

“Okay, so?”

“Connor.”

“Worried about him?”

“Normally, no, but he’s terrified. I think we should pull the pin.” Peter paced.

“I had noticed his level of discomfort.”

“Fuck. Anton, he’s a walking wreck. He can’t go in like that – they’ll eat him alive.”

“And they won’t eat you?” Anton took his glasses off and sat on the edge of the desk as he watched his colleague pace restlessly across the floor.

“Jesus, Anton, I’m no fucking choir boy; and, no, they wouldn’t stand a chance with me and you know it. I guess you’ve always known it, but Connor is walking candy.”

“I don’t understand the reference.”

“Its crude, means that they’ll all want to take him for a ride.”

“A ride?” Anton frowned.

“You need me to spell it out for you? As in piece of candy, go for a ride, little boy? Got the image now? And they are not talking about bikes.”

“Okay, we can pull the pin but I think it really is up to Connor to be in on this. We still have a couple of hours before he’s due to meet up with Denisoff, time enough to put an agent in.”

“You assess him,” Peter shot back hopefully.

“Tell me exactly what he’ll be up against, Peter.”

“Exactly? He’ll go into the bar, he has instructions on where to sit, Denisoff will have cronies in there and they’ll keep a watch. A couple might actually approach him first and he’ll be expected to wave them off. He’ll then make the approach, he’ll invade Connor’s space, make him uncomfortable, touching with impunity. He may even feel him up, but he won’t kiss him, far to intimate and reserved for well-loved and well-protected slaves. He’ll treat him like a piece of meat.”

“And Connor, who is already on edge, might take his head off.” Anton frowned.

“Or other parts of the anatomy, which will do us no good at all.” Peter paced again. “I want these bastards, Anton, I mean I really want them. But not at the risk of Connor. I thought he’d cope better with this.”

“Actually, so did I; he is very distressed and is trying to keep a lid on it.”

“So if he insists on going?”

“I can’t stop him. I don’t have the control; that comes from Frank, and I doubt he’d pull the pin.”

“Because this will make the FBI beholden to us and we can benefit on a funding and information level; yes, I am aware of the politics.”

“Aren’t we all? However, since Frank lost Curtis in Russia last month I’m certain he won’t jeopardize Connor.”

“Frank can’t stand Connor, Anton, and you know it. It would be like icing for him.”

“Unfortunately, I agree; but I don’t see how we can settle Connor down without medication.”

“I have an idea.” Peter pulled out a jet -black hanky and waved it at Anton.

“A blindfold?”

“No, normal run of the mill hanky. Let’s see how Connor reacts to my placement of it on his person. If he decks me, well, we’ll call it a bust. If he manages to keep his cool…” Peter shrugged.

“I’ll go along with this on a couple of conditions. You’ll be in there with him; and it’s not the bar that worries me, it’s after. I doubt he’ll cope with the aftershock. So I want you to get him home or safe and drop a couple of Valium into him.”

“Sure, I can do that.” Peter nodded. “I’ve taken the precaution of a safe haven if this goes wrong and we need to lay low. I’ll give you the address and phone number, but no one else; and call from your cell, okay?”

“Deal.”

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