beneath the burning sun [5/?]
anonymous
April 10 2010, 02:24:41 UTC
Oh.
Oh.
Fuck.
Fuck.
"Fuck you, that - that was--" Of all things to get started on--of all possible goddamn things--
"Do you still try to pass it off as an accident?" he cut him off. Now there was no doubt who held the upper hand. "You are one with a slippery hand. 'Shooter,' they call you. Four shootings in as many years. Are you sure you are protecting the correct people?"
"I was working undercover," Gilbert said with astonishing restraint, though his hands were slightly shaking, and he'd fumbled to place the glass back on the table, "I busted a drug ring. It was not all fun and games. It was tight. Someone had to die."
"'Police cop on grand jury for shooting of two tourists'," Antonio recited the name of an article with ease. Had Gilbert been more observant, he would have seen the very clipping on the kitchen counter. It was a three-year-old article. "I don't mean to bring up old wounds, shall we say, you mustn't misunderstand." He had a strange look on his face.
"They were in the line of fire, you sick bastard," he gritted his teeth.
"There is no need to take it so harshly," Antonio said with a wave of his hand. "Who am I to judge? That is not my business. I say this not to anger you, but to make sure that we both understand the, ah, situation. The past is none of my business. It is your business - this business of undercover work at a civilian bar - that has become mine. It involves me. In the best of circumstances, I'd like to ask you to stop that and stop that at once. That would be ideal for the both of us."
"If you wanted me to stop, you wouldn't have bothered to bring me to this shitty place. And you wouldn't have brought that up"--his pride would not allow him to say it directly--"if that was all you wanted. What'd you really want, Carriedo?"
Antonio suppressed a chuckle. "You are bright. A very bright boy. I quite like that in a subordinate. I surround myself with the brightest men the family has to offer because I need as much good help I can find. You would be a very beneficial addition to that select group." His folded his hands together so that his fingers formed a bridge. He leaned forward with his chin on his fingers.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I want you," he spoke each word slowly and deliberately, "to work for me."
Gilbert jumped again. "To hell w--" Again, the rifles swung towards him. Antonio impassively watched him. He tapped the cigarette against an ashtray. "What the fuck is this mess."
"It's not obvious?" he seemed surprised. "Shall I persuade you? Shall I count the ways: your skills in snipery, your brute force, your brains, they are all valued in our family. The law enforcement does not place enough emphasis on this. You'd be wasting your time there. They don't care about you there, and we do. I do. I like you." The words lingered on his mouth: I like you.
beneath the burning sun [6a/?]
anonymous
April 10 2010, 02:29:26 UTC
"You see, the law enforcement likes to resort to words of justice or else, guns. But they do not do anything, nor will they ever give you the recognition you deserve. Why? Because you have a record. Let's face it: you're in a bad position. Why not come work for me?" Antonio calmly stood up and flung the cigarette away on the ground. He went to Gilbert's side and sat on the table so that they were only feet away from each other. "Fiscally, there is no comparison. Social and political contacts, you'd have them all." His eyes ran a look up down down Gilbert's body so frank that for the second time in his life that he felt his very thoughts were being read.
"If you think I'm going to be a traitor to my--"
This made Antonio laugh. "Traitor, betrayal, perfidy. They are strong words. Almost too strong. You see, Mr. Gilbert Beilschmidt, I have discovered that I have taken a liking towards you. From what I've seen of you - oh, yes; just because you haven't seen me before does that mean I have never seen you? - and your reports, I find that we could be very good friends. Do you think I pick up any cop with a record and offer them a place with me? Of course not. Most of the policia," he rolled his eyes, "they are idiots, you see. Men such as yourself are rare. And what have you to gain from an organization that doesn't treat you the very best? Answer me that."
Gilbert sucked in his breath. He eyed the man standing in the corner closest to him. He looked back at Antonio. "I believe in the law. I also happen believe in justice. Maybe you, having been buried in crime for so long, don't know what justice is, but it's a concept that I hold true to. I don't give a shit for anyone, but if there is one thing that I'll always answer to - it's the law. And I have no intention of betraying her."
"How very noble. You do hold true intentions then. I can see why you were pardoned for those, ah, shootings. I like you very much now." He leaned back on his arm right and crossed his legs so that his left leg was free to dangle past Gilbert. "But do you know that justice herself betrays you? This shouldn't surprise you, but I hold many politicians in my hand. That in itself is not surprising, is in fact quite normal. But this: I am very good friends with some police officers, some of whom you may work with on a daily basis. What do you say to that?" His lips were slightly parted and he smiled.
beneath the burning sun [6b/?]
anonymous
April 10 2010, 02:31:56 UTC
"Shall I run off the names of officers? I personally know of many lieutenants and officers. They personally know me. I make it a point to meet with them. The better ones, they invite me for coffee, but that's not important right now. In any case, they are all on my family's payroll. How else do they get their tips? All of those anonymous tips you read about in the papers?" He lightly tapped his chest. "They come from me. You might wonder why I do this. That is not important either. But this may interest you: six years ago, a police captain was exposed as a corrupt, evil man who had been on the payroll of the Russians. It was part of the last War, wasn't it?
"Anyway, right after his murder, the war came to a stalemate, for the police captain had been a very vital part of the Russians' operations. And now that he was gone, the Russians were stuck. For, you know, they never expected him to be gunned down. No one has ever gunned down a police captain and gotten away with it. But his corruption and graft - as well as his many lady friends - all that helped make his death somehow publicly acceptable. His death so presented to our side a very positive development.
"With our remaining friends in the law enforcement, we were, essentially, presented with a very good hand. Very, very good. We could dictate results and that was what brought the war to the end." He stopped and eased himself off the table and into Gilbert's lap. Gilbert tightened but something about Antonio's easy manner made it seem acceptable. The men in the four corners were stoic observers. Antonio draped his arms over Gilbert's shoulders. He whispered, hissed, into his captive's ear: "We chose a captain, do you know? A very good and just captain. Everyone loves him. He is tall, strong, blonde, everything this blessed country stands for. And the best part of it all? Do you want to know? He listens completely to us. Do you know his name?" Do you know?
so, uh, hope what's happened so far is sort of what OP was looking for. /twiddles thumbs
wow. hot. brain. dead. melted. this was fucking brilliant. antonio, you scary sexy badboy. and gilbert, poor gilbert - he's really got no chance (and where exactly did he get trained as a sniper? and did antonio manipulate his career?) can't wait for more
Re: beneath the burning sun [6b/?]
anonymous
November 17 2010, 21:30:53 UTC
This stuff is brilliant author!anon. I hope you haven't forgotten about this fill and will update soon! >.< <3 Because seriously, it's so sexy and yet chilling at the same time. *_____________*
Oh.
Fuck.
Fuck.
"Fuck you, that - that was--" Of all things to get started on--of all possible goddamn things--
"Do you still try to pass it off as an accident?" he cut him off. Now there was no doubt who held the upper hand. "You are one with a slippery hand. 'Shooter,' they call you. Four shootings in as many years. Are you sure you are protecting the correct people?"
"I was working undercover," Gilbert said with astonishing restraint, though his hands were slightly shaking, and he'd fumbled to place the glass back on the table, "I busted a drug ring. It was not all fun and games. It was tight. Someone had to die."
"'Police cop on grand jury for shooting of two tourists'," Antonio recited the name of an article with ease. Had Gilbert been more observant, he would have seen the very clipping on the kitchen counter. It was a three-year-old article. "I don't mean to bring up old wounds, shall we say, you mustn't misunderstand." He had a strange look on his face.
"They were in the line of fire, you sick bastard," he gritted his teeth.
"There is no need to take it so harshly," Antonio said with a wave of his hand. "Who am I to judge? That is not my business. I say this not to anger you, but to make sure that we both understand the, ah, situation. The past is none of my business. It is your business - this business of undercover work at a civilian bar - that has become mine. It involves me. In the best of circumstances, I'd like to ask you to stop that and stop that at once. That would be ideal for the both of us."
"If you wanted me to stop, you wouldn't have bothered to bring me to this shitty place. And you wouldn't have brought that up"--his pride would not allow him to say it directly--"if that was all you wanted. What'd you really want, Carriedo?"
Antonio suppressed a chuckle. "You are bright. A very bright boy. I quite like that in a subordinate. I surround myself with the brightest men the family has to offer because I need as much good help I can find. You would be a very beneficial addition to that select group." His folded his hands together so that his fingers formed a bridge. He leaned forward with his chin on his fingers.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I want you," he spoke each word slowly and deliberately, "to work for me."
Gilbert jumped again. "To hell w--" Again, the rifles swung towards him. Antonio impassively watched him. He tapped the cigarette against an ashtray. "What the fuck is this mess."
"It's not obvious?" he seemed surprised. "Shall I persuade you? Shall I count the ways: your skills in snipery, your brute force, your brains, they are all valued in our family. The law enforcement does not place enough emphasis on this. You'd be wasting your time there. They don't care about you there, and we do. I do. I like you." The words lingered on his mouth: I like you.
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"If you think I'm going to be a traitor to my--"
This made Antonio laugh. "Traitor, betrayal, perfidy. They are strong words. Almost too strong. You see, Mr. Gilbert Beilschmidt, I have discovered that I have taken a liking towards you. From what I've seen of you - oh, yes; just because you haven't seen me before does that mean I have never seen you? - and your reports, I find that we could be very good friends. Do you think I pick up any cop with a record and offer them a place with me? Of course not. Most of the policia," he rolled his eyes, "they are idiots, you see. Men such as yourself are rare. And what have you to gain from an organization that doesn't treat you the very best? Answer me that."
Gilbert sucked in his breath. He eyed the man standing in the corner closest to him. He looked back at Antonio. "I believe in the law. I also happen believe in justice. Maybe you, having been buried in crime for so long, don't know what justice is, but it's a concept that I hold true to. I don't give a shit for anyone, but if there is one thing that I'll always answer to - it's the law. And I have no intention of betraying her."
"How very noble. You do hold true intentions then. I can see why you were pardoned for those, ah, shootings. I like you very much now." He leaned back on his arm right and crossed his legs so that his left leg was free to dangle past Gilbert. "But do you know that justice herself betrays you? This shouldn't surprise you, but I hold many politicians in my hand. That in itself is not surprising, is in fact quite normal. But this: I am very good friends with some police officers, some of whom you may work with on a daily basis. What do you say to that?" His lips were slightly parted and he smiled.
"That's a damn bluff."
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"Anyway, right after his murder, the war came to a stalemate, for the police captain had been a very vital part of the Russians' operations. And now that he was gone, the Russians were stuck. For, you know, they never expected him to be gunned down. No one has ever gunned down a police captain and gotten away with it. But his corruption and graft - as well as his many lady friends - all that helped make his death somehow publicly acceptable. His death so presented to our side a very positive development.
"With our remaining friends in the law enforcement, we were, essentially, presented with a very good hand. Very, very good. We could dictate results and that was what brought the war to the end." He stopped and eased himself off the table and into Gilbert's lap. Gilbert tightened but something about Antonio's easy manner made it seem acceptable. The men in the four corners were stoic observers. Antonio draped his arms over Gilbert's shoulders. He whispered, hissed, into his captive's ear: "We chose a captain, do you know? A very good and just captain. Everyone loves him. He is tall, strong, blonde, everything this blessed country stands for. And the best part of it all? Do you want to know? He listens completely to us. Do you know his name?" Do you know?
so, uh, hope what's happened so far is sort of what OP was looking for. /twiddles thumbs
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Can't wait for more.
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This is EPIC and SEXAAAAY~ why so hot, Spain? Please update soon :'D
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Because seriously, it's so sexy and yet chilling at the same time. *_____________*
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