36th Blast || Mello || [Voice, PRIVATE to Matt] [In Person] ((BACKDATED to just after the heist))

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[A very wet and very angry Mello storms out of the Louvre museum. He pulls out his blackberry and encodes the message, holding it to his mouth like a microphone. The message is private to Matt, completely unhackable. His voice is shaking with as is the rest of him]

Matt, come in, Matt. The fucker got away. And he left the goddamn jewel at the scene. He took it and left it! Just to fucking taunt us! I need you to go through the footage you took, anything and everything you got. I've got an evidence bag with one of the fireworks, we'll go through that when I get back to the apartment. We are going to catch that fucker!

Jesus! Fucking! Christ! I'm going to fucking kill someone!

[With a strangled yell he ends the call, stomping his way down the Paris street. He looks murderous.]

Comments

[In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

[She nods, even though she has no idea what he's talking about]

Alright, well, next time you'll catch 'im. Simple as that. Ya gotta be patient with this sorta thing, an' gettin' frustrated won't help any.

[Her tone's calm, not patronising]

C'mon. Take a breath yeah?

[In person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Exactly how Matt handles it. Unfortunately Matt's a special case. Mello's not going to yell at her, he likes her too much. He scrubs the back of his head, irritably]

I don't take losing well.

[In person]

[blondefuse.livejournal.com]

Then ya just gotta make sure ya don't lose again, right?

[Small smile]

I'll leave ya alone, since I can see ya wanna go sort this out. But, good luck yeah?

[In person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[All he ever does is lose. It's his lot in life. It's his fate. But she doesn't need to know that. He sort of looks listless over being angry for a moment as he walks away]