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Shinji picked up the tape recorder and looked at the empty carrel.
Then he hid the machine rather clumsily in a drawer. Damn. Another
hard-boiled monologue, completely wasted.
Heh. Cute.
"Whatever. I think you'll like her."
"Her?"
"Yeah." Misato smiled teasingly. "She's a redhead. Fiery."
"I'd make a play for her myself, if I was, you know, a lesbo. Or AC/DC."
"Send her in, will you?"
Misato pawed at the air
pawed the air?
A minute later, in walked trouble.
Yep. That's Asuka. :)
Strong cheekbones, elegant nose... brilliant blue eyes... hint of
danger there, he should have seen that. Definitely European.
Austrian, maybe? German?
"Maybe Luxomburgish, or whatever they called themselves in that pissant
little country," Shinji thought.
"Hello, Mr. Ikari." She said.
Ikari," she said
"Hello." Said Shinji.
Hello," said Shinji
"My name is Asuka. Asuka Langley Sohryu."
He glanced at her hand. No ring there. "How can I help you, Miss
Sohryu.
Sohryu?
"Any chance then that he might just have decided not to..." He
shrank from the dagger eyes again.
Hehehe. Not very hard boiled, is he? :)
"Something he had. He was into art. He bought a lot of things at
auction. There was this one piece he just bought a few weeks ago. A
statuette. I think..."
Shinji realised he was leaning forward over the desk towards the
lady. "Yes?"
"I think it might be why he's missing."
*Gasp* It's a Maltese Angel, isn't it? :)
"Of course I do! What are you, stupid?!" The lady crossed her arms.
"He was about average height, with black hair and a beard. He wore
glasses too. And these white gloves.
Ah. Ritsuko, then.
There was an older guy with
him."
And Maya's with her. :)
Shinji frowned. Of all the people in all the world, it had to be
him... "One more question, Miss Sohryu... This statuette, what was
it?"
"It's a bird." Said the lady. "A falcon. The Maltese Falcon."
Nah. Make it a Maltese Angel. More appropriate.
Cute work. I'd like to see more.
D.B. Sommer