To fill the hollow. || Jack Ryan, Brigid Tenenbaum, & Andrew Ryan
"I agree with Jack," Ryan said with a pointing finger. “Killing Fontaine is not only a good idea, it’s he right thing to do. It isn’t an issue of if Jasmine will hate us, it’s an issue of whether or not it is right to kill the man that killed hundreds of others through the course of his pathetic, parasitic life. He simply cannot build his own future, but can only pervert the worlds of others."
Even as he tried hard to continue the conversation, Andrew was finding it hard to not comment on Brigid and Jack’s obvious, physical relationship. He had assumed that she had put her hand in his lap to silence his son, but then that hand had crawled up Jack’s leg and now he was gripping table cloth… A quick glance around at the other patrons of the restaurant showed him that glances were being shot at their table and small whispered discussions were starting.
"That is enough," Andrew said after a few more moments of Brigid’s manhandling of his son. “Brigid… Between the three of us, you are the most able to get close enough to kill him. I’m willing to assist in any way that is necessary to ensure his death. Perhaps we can even do so in a way that Jasmine won’t be cognizant of the strike. But I do have one request right now… Can you keep that," Andrew said as he pointed at Brigid’s grasping claw, “to the bedroom? Now is not the time."
..... Pathetic! That was the first thing Brigid could think about, once being told where to stop and what to do. But being the woman she was, she just smiled politely, gave a single nod away and restrained her hand from Jack, releasing the grip she had on his thigh.
If only Andrew would know that his Son was the one bringing Brigid into the Hospital, due to the actions he done to her. What would he think then? But of course she would't ruin that, rather have it look like she's the weirdo in their 'relationship'.... yeah... if only people knew... !!
"Of course!" Therefore came the answer, Tenenbaum now sustaining both her elbows on the table, absently stroking one hair strand behind her ear. She was looking pretty in that light, despite of just being out of the Hospital. Her hair was open, no make up on her face- but that didn't really matter. The way Jack had looked at her, literally piercing through her eyes... that sight wouldn't leave her head for quite a while now.
Anyway though, back to the topic. Her gaze now found halt at Ryan, not blinking for once.. "Just for the general information here, Andrew- we're not less bad than Fontaine is, in the end. And yet here we are, making plans to kill the one who, alright admittedly, may was one percent worse than the two of us... but still! If we're going through with this, I hope you two are aware that he might as well do things neither of us will like, in order to try stay alive?"
The waiter strolled over, placing three plates on the table- one before each of them. It was simple spaghetti, just that. But good enough to be eaten, because Brigid had one big hunger. (No surprise, after that shit-meal stuff you get in the hospital). And so, she started eating, continuously eyeing the two men that accompanied her in that restaurant.
What she didn't say out loud, was that Fontaine might try kill her if he is about to die. The poison, no matter how strong, would always need a few seconds to kill a massive body completely- and during those, he could just as well snap her neck or try choke her, if she wouldn't make it away fast enough. Or... maybe she could invent something that'd kill on spot? Or maybe just three hours later, so she'd have more than enough time to get away?
Worth a thought... - but like said, nothing of those things left her head, her smile ever so sweetly present while she enjoyed the bit of food on her plate.
"Mhhh.... delicious!"
