Hotel California (Mathew)

[Delilah A. Black]

"The girl needs to practice aiming under pressure. The Russian isn't bad, the silk thread is good against a normal person. And they work well as a unit. But Barker has freaks like me with him. As it is now, I wager half of them die."

She would sigh, looking grim faced. Harsh, but this was something she knew deep in her heart. Seven months was a long time to be vigorously training, but for what was planned for them, they wouldn't have a great chance at making it. Still, she appreciated the unbiased honesty. And even though they didn't know it yet, she was sure her team would as well.

Another good thing she had discovered about the fight: it would make them thirsty for more, to get better.
It might even make them easier to train. She deliberately picked the misfits of the Crows, the ones no one could find a place for, liked or wanted to work with because they were too unstable. Where they were now was a far cry from how they were when she recruited them to her little project, but it was obvious they still needed work. After tonight, Delilah thought that she could use a boost as well.

"I appreciate that. Thanks again, Mathew."

"So, how do I contact you when and if I am ready to take you up on your offer?"

Give a little whistle~

"Just leave a note at this address." she would pull a pen out of her pocket as well as an old receipt to scrawl some numbers on the back. "I'll send someone by to check twice a day. The second I get it, I'll be there. You have my word.

"Barring, of course, Barker bombing the shit out of our base. Then I may need a day to get my shit together."

provided I even live.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Fair enough. But hey, if he bombs the shit out of your base and kills you. I will add your name to the list for when I kill him."

Small nod.

There were a lot of people that Barker had to pay for, and Mathew fully intended to be the one to end his life. He had a long history with Barker. But before anyone spilled his blood Mathew first needed to make sure he didn't need him alive. As much as it pained him to even think of that, and as much as she would hate it. Bastille's health came first, and he would be more than willing to make a deal with the devil to save her.

"You should catch up with your people. I will see you around."

He nodded again and turned to walk off, giving her a small wave without looking back. He would tuck the paper in to his pocket. Something to keep for a rainy day.

[Delilah A. Black]

"Fair enough. But hey, if he bombs the shit out of your base and kills you. I will add your name to the list for when I kill him."

Aww, touching. In a morbid kind of way. But still nice that she would get an auxiliary kick at Barker even if she died.

"One for my son, too." she would mention quietly with a small laugh. Her greatest fear was leaving her son with no mother. All the more the reason for her to stay alive.

"You should catch up with your people. I will see you around."

"Sure thing. Thanks again, Mathew."

She would have said something like, "I owe you one" but that pretty much was the case already. All she could do now was wait and hope it had nothing to do with the sexy maid outfit.

Watching him go for a moment, Delilah would finally turn and head back for the most vengfully silent car ride of her life.

((OOC: //End the most epic thread))