The High Cost of Dying [Closed]

[Remington Rothfelder]

Remington was many things. Harsh. Violent. But he was also unerringly fair. When he gave his word about something, he kept it. He had promised that he would hear the woman out, or at least given that impression, and he didn't see the need to represent the spirit of one thing when another was intended. So he listened carefully as Adelita seemingly struggled with herself. At one point he nearly wanted to tell her to get to the point, but it was almost at that moment she began to elaborate further. Her words were offered up like tithe, and he was a pale idol unchanging as stone in his expression, with equal penchant for quiet and cold. His jaw looked tense - not that it was, but it was naturally square and slightly heavy so when his teeth were pressed together; it gave him a naturally displeased expression. Even if he wasn't.

Well that was quite the predicament.

It seemed that there was more, as Remi had suspected, to Adelita than had originally met the eye. His instinct, cynical as it was, was that she wanted the men to do her dirty work. A shift in the balance of power and the dynamic structure of the mafioso empire meant that it would become more difficult for her to assume power or hand over power to her oldest son when her father died. Even if the woman was motivated by a wish to restore things to the way she thought they were meant to be, it didn't change that - at the end of the day - she was going to be benefitting big time from having serious competition taken out of the picture. In a time of flux, she could easily rise to the challenge of a crippled network. The confusion was a perfect breeding ground for Adelita to lay out her own power base and build a foundation.

Remi felt very little need to save the damsel, or set the situation right. However. Once he killed her father, his business with the cartel was done. Having someone on his side south of the border, who could stay back and plant seeds of misdirection was more than he ever could have hoped for. A clean break. An assurance that he could finally leave a very dark chapter of his life behind. Besides. From what little he had observed of her, Lita was more reliable than her father by far.

The sob story about the mom was a nice touch though. Wrong emotional string to pull in Remi's case, but he lauded her, her attempt.

His gun was pulled away from a face, pushed back into its holster. "Okay, consider me and Godric your muscle. We can come in unseen and do enough heavy demolition to completely wipe out your father and every single one of his cronies that he has helped get into positions of power over the years. You may be friends with some of them. This is the choice you have made. Understand the consequences of your acquisition of power." He said in that low even tone.

His attention then swapped to Godric. "What we need is a way to get everyone at the same place at the same time. Maybe a party of some kind. Do you have some sort of birthday coming up, Lita?" He asked even as he peered into his childer's eyes. A private, silent conversation went on there. No words spoken. No mental thoughts shared. Do you intend to stay with her when this is all over? It was just beneath the surface. If so, Remi wasn't going to stop Godric. The man was in charge of his own life, and if he wanted to have a little fun for a few decades before returning to Harper Rock, that was his call. The shadow trusted that the hitman could take care of himself if his heart wanted him to remain in Mexico.

[Adelita (DELETED 5973)]

There seemed to be a prolongued silence from the male, as Lita awaited her fate. She said most of what was needed to be said, leaving out nothing of great significance or importance to either men. The gun was pulled away, much to her relief, though the woman didn't allow that to be shown. She didn't know much about the male Godric knew, but wasn't going to make the mistake of appearing to be weak, even if she was in quite the predicament.

A nod was the first sign of her understanding, followed by a quick hand through some wind tussled hair and one vocal word spoken. "Understood." To her, there was nothing more to be said. Remington made it clear to her that her father would end up dead, but there could be a cost tied to it. She silently wondered if the woman would regret it later.

Dark eyes narrowed in thought as Remington asked about a party."No. Not exactly." Adelita shook her head before allowing her gaze to fall on Godric briefly. "There is a fiesta-a party, si. Yes, I mean." Adelita flickered between English and Spanish, uncertain if the male in front of her knew any Spanish. Still, habits died hard and being she was used to flipping between both English and Spanish-or better known to most as Spanglish, Lita continued on. "There is a fiesta de Compromiso. An engagement party." Her eyes moved away from Godric then, her eyes searching the vast darkness around them. It was not something she spoke about before to Godric, but he had to have an idea of it, given what Lita had hinted at a few seconds ago to Remington. "In four nights."

Four nights probably wasn't a lot of time to get together a plan to kill someone, but it was then, or later. Much later. Months, at best. And with great luck. But by then, it would probably be too late. Adelita would be married to the eldest Guerrero male and he would more than likely assume most of the power from the merging of the two families. "What do you need from me?" Lita wasn't going to give the two males time to rethink the plan. It had to be done, in her eyes, in four nights time from now.