By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes [Locked]
Den is in Sark's apartment. He closed and locked the door behind him--only polite. Ragnar didn't come to greet or question him when he entered; the big cat is sprawled unconscious on Sark's couch, limp from the drugs Den had his people lace in the animal's food.
Den pauses by the couch, considers the merits of breaking Ragnar's neck, and picks him up to cradle the cat gently instead. The man takes his time, familiarizing himself with the layout, the decorations--what few there are. It's easy to see what belongs to Sark. The rest of the apartment still carries the cold Spartan-chic of an unused hotel room.
And yet the man does enjoy the finer things, Den sees.
That bottle of Petrus was probably being saved for something.
Alas.
He lets the wine breathe in its glasses as he slips into Sark's room, removes the gun on the nightstand, and retreats to gather up cat, wine, and bottle. The latter two he carries in on a chair, held like a serving tray in front of him. Once the wine glasses are situated on Sark's bedside table (just out of flailing distance), Den settles himself in the chair and gives Ragnar a scratch between the ears.
"You sleep too heavily, Mr. Sark."
Den pauses by the couch, considers the merits of breaking Ragnar's neck, and picks him up to cradle the cat gently instead. The man takes his time, familiarizing himself with the layout, the decorations--what few there are. It's easy to see what belongs to Sark. The rest of the apartment still carries the cold Spartan-chic of an unused hotel room.
And yet the man does enjoy the finer things, Den sees.
That bottle of Petrus was probably being saved for something.
Alas.
He lets the wine breathe in its glasses as he slips into Sark's room, removes the gun on the nightstand, and retreats to gather up cat, wine, and bottle. The latter two he carries in on a chair, held like a serving tray in front of him. Once the wine glasses are situated on Sark's bedside table (just out of flailing distance), Den settles himself in the chair and gives Ragnar a scratch between the ears.
"You sleep too heavily, Mr. Sark."