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Mercedes Colomar had finally had enough. She was sick of sitting in this little room, waiting to see if anything important would happen that they would decide she had the right to know. Looking over at Glottis, she saw that he was drifting off to sleep. She started to stand and, noticing that he did not stir, walked across the room and opened the door. Unlocked. She grinned. This was going to be all too easy. Based on her appearance, they must not have counted on her being independent and intelligent.
She slipped quietly down the deserted hallway of the LSA headquarters, wondering where everyone could have gone. She remembered hearing them speak of capturing “Maximino”. She had never met this man, but remembered seeing his name on several documents while she worked as a type of secretary for Domino on his island. He was one of Hector’s top associates in Rubacava. Hopefully the LSA agents would be able to milk some sort of important information out of him about the remaining crime bosses left in the Land of the Dead.
Soon enough, Meche heard voices coming from one of the rooms. It was too muffled for her to hear immediately, but she cracked the door a tiny bit, hoping they would be too distracted to notice. Apparently they were.
“Who IS it, Maximino??”
“I don’t know what you’re talking a-“*SMACK*
“Who is taking Hector’s place?? It’s not Marin, our informants know that there’s someone that even Cristofer answers to!”
“I- your informants must be mistaken, I don’t know of anyone above Marin.”
There was a long tense pause, and Mercedes could see Joe pacing back and forth inside the room. Suddenly, as he turned his back on Maximino, there was a sudden rush of movement. Max had pulled a gun from inside his coat pocket. There was a loud scream as one of the agents instantly fell.
“DIDN’T ANYONE CHECK THIS GUY??” Joe screamed above the sudden commotion, “HE’S A GOD DAMNED CRIME LORD!”
Joe attempted to draw his weapon, but couldn’t do so fast enough. He was hit in the chest with a dart. He fell immediately next to where Meche crouched by the doorway. She drew back in shock for a second, then reacted instantly. Reaching in the door, she grabbed Joe’s gun. He looked up at her for a moment, puzzled, before flowers suddenly burst from his eyes. She rushed into the room. Maximino began to turn around to face her, but he was not fast enough. Seconds later, he fell to the ground, sprouting large red tulips. Mercedes hands shook, and she dropped the gun to the ground. The remaining LSA agents stood around her in shock.
“D-didn’t think a girl like me... would know how to use a gun, huh?” she stammered.
* * * *
Manny stared quietly out across the ocean, wondering what had just happened to him over the few days. Had it really been only five days since he had last seen Meche? He missed her more than he cared to admit to anyone, including himself. It would only be a little longer though. This train would take them across the Sea of Lament far faster than any ship, and it was much more comfortable than his last journey around these parts.
He grimaced as he remembered the end of that trip. Poor Dom. I mean, sure, he had been an egotistical, rude, obnoxious, vain.... well- anyways... what he was trying to say was that no matter how much he had hated Domino, he still did not deserve the end that he got. But then... what if the rumors that the old man in Puerto Zapato told them were true? What would he do then? Would he really feel better without the death of Domino on his hands? Perhaps it was for the best that he had died. Well, it was too late to worry about it now. Manny sighed and settled back down in his seat, getting some well deserved rest. When they arrived in Rubacava he had a feeling that things were going to get hectic.
* * * *
Not too long afterwards, Manny and Emelie arrived in Rubacava. Manny winced, noticing that Rubacava was not much different at all from the last time that he had been there. Run down... deserted... very different from the beautiful (but corrupt) little night spot that it had once been. Emelie on the other hand seemed very bright and happy.
“I haven’t done too much traveling outside Atare. I’ve been to Rubacava once before but that was many years ago. I don’t really remember it all that well...”
“Well, I guess that’s a good thing,” Manny said, sighing. “This city has really changed, and for the worse too.”
“Yes, I have heard that it was once very beautiful... but it appears to be quite shabby now.”
Manny exited the ship and walked out towards the center of the city. He needed to find the LSA headquarters. Maybe, just maybe, Meche... He stopped himself. No, that was too much to hope for. He figured they would probably be in one of the abandoned buildings. Possibly the Blue Casket, or Carla’s old office. Maybe the cat track? Oh well, he thought, I have to find it eventually.
He started off in the Blue Casket. He knew most of Olivia’s little tricks, and searched all her rooms, but there was no sign of any life being there since she had left. He then headed out towards Carla’s office and the old kitty race track. Manny shuddered at old memories of the giant cats... and their equally large litter box. Cats. He hated cats. Carla’s office was locked and empty, but as he walked down the hallway of the building he heard a voice. A very familiar, female voice.
“Meche???” he gasped. Emelie turned around and eyed him suspiciously.
“Who is this ‘Meche’ woman?”
“She... she’s been with me this whole time... the entire time that I spent uncovering Hector’s web of crime in this Land...” Emelie started to look a little nervous.
“So she was... just an associate, or something more?”
Manny began to be excited as Meche’s voice drew closer.
“Well... she began as a client, but over time... I grew to love her.”
Emelie stopped dead in her tracks. Finally, Meche’s voice was coming from just around a nearby corner.
“MECH...” Manny began, but he was stopped mid-sentence by something he absolutely did not expect. Just as Mercedes Colomar turned the corner, Emelie Triste grabbed Manny and kissed him. Meche’s eyes opened in shock.
“M...M-Mann...” She could not finish her sentence. Grabbing Glottis she turned around as quickly as she could and ran down the hallway. Seconds later, Manny writhed out of Emelie’s grip and turned on her furiously.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Emilie looked down, unable to respond.
“I... I only...,” she began, but stopped talking and turned away. Manny on the other hand, went sprinting down the hall after Meche. After about a minute, he caught up to her.
“Meche, I... it wasn’t what it looked like! I never...” But Meche quickly cut him off.
“I know exactly what I saw there! They told me that you were traveling around the Land of the Dead with some young woman, and at first I suspected.... But oh Manny, I thought you were better than that!! Glottis and I are leaving, Manny, whether I can get through on the train or not. Besides, Glottis needs to get back, and....” She trailed off here. “Just, don’t try to follow me Manny. I don’t want you to follow me.”
Manny was shocked. Mercedes had always seemed like such a strong woman, and to see her in such a state of distress made him extremely unhappy. A deep and indescribable sadness filled him as he watched the woman he loved walk off down the hall, through a door, and out of sight. Emelie... he thought, What have you done? What were you thinking?
* * * *
Emelie was actually long gone from the building. She was in fact on her way to the old Calavera Café. As she walked through the now dusty door, a self-assured, casual voice greeted her.
“Emelie. So, you’ve brought Calavera here?” Emelie slowly nodded her head.
“And Mercedes?”
“Well... the woman was here but... she’s now on her way out.”
“Oh that’s alright, that girl is not so important. That girl is not the one I’m interested in.” At this Emelie grew suddenly defensive.
“What are you going to do to him?”
“Don’t you worry Miss Triste, now that Miss Colomar is out of the way, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time with him.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she let the subject drop.
“I hope you’re happy now, Domino.”
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