Posted at 3:28 am on May 4, 2016 by:
Derrick Scrivens
Normally, I'd avoid associating with someone like you.
"Come with me, Mr. Spyder," Scrivens said, motioning to the building's stairwell doorway. "I have somewhere a little more private where we can discuss business."
Red scoffed but led the way back to the first floor. The cyborgs didn't follow to avoid detection. They were assault models, having far more in common with CP-ZERO than the slimmer, weaponless recon models like CR-0006. Red didn't try to attack or kill Scrivens in the cyborgs' absence even though he easily could have gotten away with it.
Once in the alley, Scrivens took Red in the opposite direction from Deadblood, Sheri, and Rose to a limo parked at the curb. The driver was waiting outside and quickly opened the backdoor when he saw Scrivens and Red approaching. Red paused to eye the driver before getting into the limo, the driver shutting the door after him and getting into the front to drive off.
"Would you like something to drink?" Scrivens asked.
"Yeah, whiskey," Red said and Scrivens poured up two glasses, handing one to Red.
"The other night, you were at an abandoned school that caught fire, correct?" Scrivens asked, not consuming any of his drink yet.
"I didn't have anything to do with that fire!" Red said, gripping his glass tightly in anger. "Deadblood's crazy bitch started that fire!"
Scrivens waved a hand and said, "I know, but I don't care about who started the fire. What I care about is your attempt to murder the crazy bitch, an attempt I believe you would have been successful in had Deadblood not removed your head."
"How the hell do you know about that?" Red asked. "I don't remember seeing you there!"
"I wasn't there," Scrivens said with a smile. "But one of my cyborgs was. It was following Deadblood and Ms. Stull, but ever since that night, it's been keeping an eye on you."
"Well I don't like anyone following me without me knowing why, so what's stopping me from bringing a premature end to this meeting?" Red asked.
"My cyborg was following you out of interest," Scrivens said, finally taking a sip of his whiskey. "It was following those two to make sure neither is alive for much longer. Do you understand now what I'm getting at?"
