Fan Fiction: Crossovers
And So I Made the Choice
by Stephensmat.
Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6
4.
"It's perfect," said Marsland finally.
"Good." I told him. "Now we have to get it to the Defalk family."
"I probably should have mentioned this earlier," he said to me, "but the Defalks only use a certain man as a courier."
I could feel myself being buried deeper.
"Who?" I asked.
He doesn't use a name, he just calls himself, 'The Ambassador'. His opinion carries a lot of weight with the Defalks. If you can convince him that the Leyland's are going to move, he will convince the Defalks. I am told he is considered like a brother to them."
"So how do we contact him?"
"I already have. He will meet you, at the Cobalt Club tonight for dinner."
"I knew that if I took this meeting, there would be no turning back. But at that point, I was already in it up to my eyeballs. So I made the choice."
Stephen poured himself another drink and refilled Peter's glass. Peter had not said a word throughout the entire tirade. Now he was just waiting, and hoping for a happy ending.
"So that night, I entered the Cobalt Club…"
I marched straight over to the Ambassador; I ignored the bright atmosphere of the club. I was in a disguise of course, so that nobody would recognise me. As the dinner wore on, our talk gradually turned to the events of the last week.
"Is it true that the Leyland's hit men have gone through your territory to get to the Biggs family?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. "What does it matter to us if they're hopping our back fence to give the Biggs a bloody nose?"
"But if the Biggs family falls, then you will have Leyland's on both sides of you. There is a work for that: Surrounded."
The man actually laughed at me. "That's only a problem if the Leyland's decide to attack us. And I really don't see any indication that they would do that."
That was my cue. I slid the envelope with the false message over to him. "What if I told you that I had evidence to the contrary?"
The Ambassador froze and fixed an icy glare at the envelope. "I would want to see this evidence and examine it for authenticity."
"Fine," I told him. "You can have it for tonight. Tell me what you think tomorrow night at this hotel room."
I gave him another small slip of paper with a hotel room at the Meteorite, which I had reserved under a false name. With that I left the table and the club and came back here to the Sanctum.
It was impossible to concentrate that night; I just stared blankly at the next casualty report. I was nervous, terrified and almost hoping, that it would not work. I just wanted it to be over. But then one name on the list caught my eye.
Ben Leyland.
It should have clicked then, I should have realised! But I didn't. I just thought it was coincidence, and that he was caught in the crossfire like countless others. I just kept waiting for the next night.
It came eventually of course, and I went to the Meteorite hotel. I don't remember the elevator, or the hallway. Just entering the room, with the Ambassador in it. When the door closed, his face twisted in fury, and he held up a scrunched up piece of paper.
"It's a FAKE!" he hissed.
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