Early Afternoon, 21 Yaris, 2719
Again unbidden that image of him, scruffy street rat of a tsat dressed in purple like some Up Town dandy and shook it from his head. Foolishness, he refocused on the task at hand.
"I shall do my best Miss Weaver, after what happened."
His jaw clenched at the memory, the burning anger of it and shame at standing by, all past over his face in an instant before he could cram it back down.
As he moved through into the backroom other memories came back to him. Planning the burglary of Blackthorn's house, hiding in the stairwell. His flight battard and shaken from that very house, to the only place of safety he knew, his ankle gave a twinge. It had mostly healed, but it wasn't yet back to the way it had been.
A memento of failure and a reminder to be more careful.
The last memory though made him smile, as he sat down on the couch he remembered playing Ludicrous Heart, the first and only time he had played it to date. Aodh hadn't written it for Ava, but now when he thought of it, he saw her face, how she had looked that night, in his mind's eye.
Aodh was careful not to get dust on the couch as he sat down. Then he looked at Ava, and he saw that grin, the Silk grin and he could not help but grin.
"Aye well, the jent's name is Greer, wife o' one Inspector Harry Greer of the Seventen, Patrol Devision and a right tsuter vreska he is. I've seen him take folk in just for bein' tsat in public."
Firebrand grinned his wolves grin.
"Now I know the address, what I offered was vengeance. Pure an' simple."
He raised a hand.
"But, Cat want's information. This Greer knows somethin' she ain't no business knowin'. So, I said I'll do some digging."
With a flourish, seemingly from nowhere, Firebrand produced a lock pick.
"Ma first though is get inta their fancy Uptown place, maybe even make it look like old fashioned robbery. Hide what I'm actually after?"
He stopped then, returned the lock pick to under his broad belt and looked serious at Ava.
"I'm no wantin' it ta end like Blackthorn's though. I need ta watch the place, get an idea of their comin's an' goin's like. But a wick busker'll stand out like spook at a dinner party. So I came to one o' the smartest folk I know."
He grinned a little sheepishly at that and looked away, 'bloody moonstruck fool. Aodh looked back and smiled and said, his tone sincere.
"So aye, any ideas, or advice ya have'd be fair welcome."