Sonatorrek: Reginsmál - 4

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Leaving the HQ, they run into Don Blake's impressively significant other.



“Well, that was enlightening.” Garrison said sourly as they walked out of the clubhouse. The young man was an impressive specimen, but his weird mental fusion between Midwestern tough and Shakespearian hero made his claim seem all the more crazy. He might be a powerful mutant, but if he was a god, he was the kind dreamed up in a Clive Barker novel. “Arnie, has there ever been a-“

“Hey, you the cops?” A young woman broke in, pushing two fingers into Kane’s chest. She was young, Hispanic, and endowed with obviously augmented breasts of formidable proportions.

“Yeah. That means no touching.” Kane pulled her fingers off his chest firmly.

“They’re FBI, Ellie. You mind your manners now.” Arnie said, obviously knowing the girl. She just turned and yelled.

“Sylvie! They’re Feds!”

In response, a young woman stepped out of her sports car. Kane’s mouth went dry as he saw her; a petite blonde with long, straight hair and a perfectly curved body. Unlike her friend, it wasn’t based on ridiculous plastic surgery. Kane was no stranger to feminine beauty, especially living at the mansion, but the woman looked like she’d stepped out of a fantasy.

“Yeah. I know.” Arnie said quietly to him, as Kane shook off the urge to gape at her.

Unlike some of the women they had seen around, this one didn't need tight clothes or revealing necklines to show off her assets, and was instead dressed in a well-worn pair of jeans and a simple button-down shirt, her leather boots scuffed and marked from years of use. "Well, well," she drawled, tossing her mane over one shoulder as she sauntered over. "They finally called in the big guns."

"I think she means you." Kane said helpfully to Brand.

"You're too sweet," she murmured back, eyes on the newcomer. "Good afternoon, Miss. I'm Agent Brand, this is Agent Kane. We're from the FBI's mutant task force." Her voice was smooth, professional... and calculated. "And who might you be?"

"Sylvie Lushton," the young woman said with a dazzling, all-white smile. "Though some of you may know me by another name." She let her eyes linger on Garrison for a moment before flicking over Arnie and settling back on Brand. "But Sylvie will do. I own the bar just outside town - we do great chicken wings if you're hankering for something to fill you up after a long day..."

"Sylvie owns the titty bar out on the highway. The Valhallas have a stake in it." Arnie said, lighting a cigarette. He did not like the vibe he was getting off of her today, and wondered just how much trouble was going to come out of this. "She's also Don's girlfriend."

"Ah." Kane said, glad his voice sounded normal. He was quickly growing envious of ThorBoy. "So, what's it like dating a guy who thinks he's a god?"

"It's not the first time," Sylvie replied with a perfectly-pitched titter of laughter. "Only this time, he actually measures up... if you know what I mean. So you won't hear any complaints from me - I'm a very happy girl."

"He is certainly a fine specimen of manhood," agreed Brand, a slow, suggestive smile crossing her face. "And so... charming. I can see how he'd sweep a girl right off her feet."

Sylvie's eyes narrowed and she deliberately shifted her attention to the man standing at Brand's side. "Well, I'm not saying I'm easy, I have certain standards. But Don's a good guy, he certainly knows how to please a girl."

"Yeah, but... a god? I mean, do you call him Thor and agree when he says he's from- what was it, Asgard?" Kane said, playing the slightly dim role. It wasn't entirely an act, as Sylvie was devestatingly distracting.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of roleplaying, honey," she said with an entirely-too-suggestive look. "Sure it's a bit unusual... I mean, I prefer a good cuffs 'n collar police officer myself... or an FBI agent."

"We could always swap?" Brand suggested with a look of her own. "I certainly wouldn't mind some R 'n' R with a Norse god."

Arnie made a choking noise behind her, suddenly very fixated on his smoke. Kane managed to keep his face impassive, but inwardly he was wondering what kind of game Brand was playing. "I don't think this is just naughty bedroom fun, uh- Sylvia. It sounds like this is a twenty-four hour a day thing. You really alright with that?"

"Sylvie," she purred, shooting a daggered look at Brand. "And y'know, whatever, it's cool. Like I said, Don's a good guy - what do I care if he claims to be from Milwaukee or Asgard or Mars? He's decent, a good earner, and a fantastic fuck. You aren't honestly going to lock him up because he's got some weird ideas."

"Maybe I can find some reasons of my own to lock him up," Brand remarked, turning that suggestive smile of hers onto Sylvie with glee. "I mean, of course, he'd need a full screening - you never know what he might have picked up."

"Don's clean!" Sylvie declared hotly, hands on shapely hips. "You honestly think I didn't check?"

"Worried about the other girls at the strip bar?"

"If you must know, I run a small business on the side, and he helped me out with a few scenes," she protested, pouting prettily. "It's a very clean operation, everything on the up-and-up, and so he got tested, just like everyone else."

"Good to know. Something I'll keep in mind, then." Brand smirked. "So, how long have you and Thor-boy been together? Known him long?"

Sylvie's blue eyes sparked. "Long enough to know he wouldn't go for the likes of you, if that's what you're wondering, you dumb b--"

"I think that's all we need for now, Miss Lushton. Thank you for your time and if we have any questions, we'll drop by your, uh, restaurant." Kane broke in. Behind her, Arnie just shook his head and snuffed out his cigarette. "Again, we appreciate it."

"Oh, it's entirely my pleasure," Sylvie told him sweetly - the speed at which she changed demeanours was enough to give a man whiplash. "Which is just how I like it." With that, she turned and walked slowly towards the sports car, ensuring that everyone standing there (and possibly watching out the window of the clubhouse) got a view of her perfect rear before she slipped into the driver's seat and drove away.

"What the hell was that?" Kane said, letting out a low whistle.

"Little Sylvie Lushton. Our town's most successful business woman." Arnie took a seat on the fender of a car. "Her mom, Amy, was a stripper for years. Nice girl, but not the brightest and liked her booze. Some Swede working in a lumber camp knocked her up and then disappeared at the end of the season. Sylvie grew up around bars, either her mom dancing in them or having to pull her drunken ass home from them. Decided she'd had enough on her fifteenth birthday. Left a note and disappeared. For years, no one knew what happened to her, until one day, Steve at the video store is stocking a new order of skin flicks, and there on the cover is Lexxie Lush. Take away all the make up and the dick in her face, and guess who?"

"Ran away from home and into the porn industry. Tough choice for a kid."

"Well, she doesn't seem too broken up over it. She made a ton of money and came back about two years ago. Bought Harga's from its namesake and then borrowed money from the Valhallas to put up her studio in the back. They do all that web video stuff. Don't be surprised if you see some of their 'talent' staying at your motel." He reached for another cigarette. "She runs a clean business, though some of the locals don't like it much. Still, spent her whole life being looked down on. I don't think she cares much about anyone else's opinion any more."

"Oh, Miss Lushton doesn't give a flying fuck for what anyone thinks about her. But she is protective about her boyfriend," Brand drawled. "And even better, she's stupidly protective. Thanks to her, we have the means to prove if Thor-boy is a mutant or not."

"What's that?"

"If she had him tested, it means the blood sample should be on record somewhere. We can get the Milwaukee Field Office to run it through a test for the x-gene. If it's positive, we're dealing with a mutant that needs meds and therapy for his god-standing." Kane pointed out. "Nice job getting that out of her. For a second, I thought you were seriously offering me to her."

"If I did that, Boy Scout, I'd have to get you laminated first. No knowing what you might come back with." Brand chuckled. "Besides, I'm not the type to share my toys."

"Are you two-"

"No." Kane said flatly. "Can you drop us off at the hospital she would have gotten him tested at, Chief?"

"Yeah, sure. Hey, mind if I just drop you off, Agent Brand? I've got a- well, it's not a case yet, but there's a scene I could use your professional opinion on, Agent Kane. You mind a quick drive out into the woods?"

"I can, sure. You can chase up the sample without me, right?"

"If I must. Don't take long, you know how I pine without you."

"You sure you're not-"

"Let's just get out of here, ok?" An exasperated Kane implored. The bikers gave them a mix of hard looks or challenging smirks as they left. Kane noted the Animals 'House of the Rising Sun' on the radio of one of the cars they passed, and he considered it grimly appropriate as they climbed into the cars and headed for the hospital.