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Hannibal Makes a Deal	By : NaomiSakagura Category: -Movies Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Newton Geiszler was packing his things up to head back to Germany. The high from the previous week had lifted and left him to think about reality now. He and Herman had survived drifting with a fresh a Kaiju brain, but not unscathed. Nose bleeds, headaches, busted blood vessels, nightmares, and bruises under his eyes from lack of sleep were a hard thing to hide. He doubted that a university would let him teach with health conditions like those, but he didn't want to depend on the government for disability either. If anything, working part time would have been preferable but he wasn't sure where he could go. He snapped the briefcase shut with audible clicks and sat on his bed with a sigh. He leaned back and stared up at the blank, white, popcorn ceiling. The other issue nagging at him was that he wanted to do research on the Kaiju bodies at the bottom of the ocean. They had been new and never looked at before. He assumed that they would be clones and built similarly to the others, but it didn't hurt to check anyway. After he drifted the first time, the Kaiju that came out of the breech seemed a little different. Based on what he saw, the advanced race creating them may have altered their DNA due to the glimpse they got in his brain. On top of that, if the main mission of the race was to destroy and conquer, he doubted that the world the Jaeger pilots had destroyed was the only one with their kind. Once it’s discovered that the plan to take over Earth has failed, what was the likelihood that they wouldn't try again? He didn't know if the hive mind was interconnected as a race or if it was just the Kaiju. He was sure all data retrieved was collected by the race as a whole, and if that was the case, then they'd come back with a vengeance and the advantage. He wondered if they would win next time? He shuddered at the thought. He didn't know if the Jaeger program would continue or not, but with everyone leaving, he doubted it. Plus, now that the breech was closed, Hannibal probably felt like there was no point in dropping more money into it. He absently rubbed his nose at the thought of the dealer and looked over at the small coffee table by the head of his bed. There, gold shining brightly in the lamplight, sat Chau’s shoe he had lost after being sucked down the baby Kaiju. Maybe the Kaiju was getting the dealer back for cutting up its relatives and selling them like cattle. He chuckled a little at the thought and stood up. Maybe he should pay the man a visit? He grabbed the shoe off the table and walked out.
When news of Chau’s survival reached the Shatter Dome. Herc Hansen had immediately called a meeting of the few people who knew about the contract. He wanted their input before he called the dealer and cut the funding off. Newt had been one of the people called, along with Herman. The so called Kaiju groupie had been present for the meeting, but didn't have much to offer as he was still reeling over the gangster’s supposed Jesus-like stunt. Herman on the other hand, ever the levelheaded, though stubborn, mathematician, had suggested the additional clause at the bottom. Like Newt, he had a feeling that the hive mind would return and with a vengeance. Though hesitant at first, Herc had agreed, bowing down to the Englishman’s superior knowledge. The Australian had fought against the huge beasts for years, but he’d never drifted with one, therefore he didn't have the intimate knowledge Herman and Newt did. Plus, it was better to be safe than sorry. The others in the room seemed a little shaken at the idea of having the Kaiju return. Apparently, the thought had never crossed their minds. The meeting was brief and papers drawn up almost immediately. Newt had tuned out the rest until dismissal. If Chau was alive, maybe he could get a look at those new Kaiju after all.
Newt had zoned out the whole way and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the Marshall’s office, shoe securely tucked under his arm. He couldn't hear voices inside. He worried he was too late, but then again, the door was made of thick metal. It was probably absorbing most of the sound waves being produced by the men on the other side. He lifted his hand and rapped the metal sheet with his knuckles a couple of times, loud enough for the sound to echo slightly down the hallway he was in. He stood back and waited, tapping his foot to expel some of the nervous energy that had built up. He hadn’t really thought about what he was going to say, but he assumed the shoe would be a great conversation opener.
Chau was about to state his proposition when a knock sounded at the door. He turned towards the sound, a little confused. He had assumed that they would be left alone for quite awhile. Though not everyone knew the dealer’s real reason for being there, they did know that he and the Marshall had important things to discuss. Uninterrupted, he might add. So, then, who was the idiot at the door then?
Apparently, the Australian had been thinking the same thing as he got up, slightly confused, but mostly irritated. “I thought I told ya I…” He had opened the door and was greeted not with over paranoid soldiers, but Newt looking at him sheepishly. Herc had stopped mid rant. “…Newt?”
The scientist nodded and pushed his way into the room, eyes following his every move. “I know you’re discussing super important stuff, but I think this might be related.”
Herc let the door shut behind him and groaned. “You couldn’t o’ waited?”
“No! Well, yes, maybe, not really, just hear me out!” Newt put his hands up defensively.
The Australian rolled his eyes and plopped back down into his seat, motioning for the kid to explain himself. He had learned long ago that Newt was an unstoppable force, and that there was no point in fighting it. Only two people had ever been able to get him to shut up and one was dead, while the other was on his merry way to meet up with his wife.
Newt almost jumped for joy, but managed to stop himself. “Okay, so hear me out. Remember how Herms was talking about the Kaiju coming back?” At Herc’s nod, he continued, “Well, I actually gave him that idea…mostly, well, we came to the conclusion together,” at the exasperated look, the scientist plowed on. “Anyway, my theory is that the newest Kaiju may have been modified after getting a look into my brain and then Herm’s. Before they were just clones getting upgrades. I think that the hive mind examined the memories they got from us and used it to advance the Kaiju and make them more difficult to kill. I want to be able to look at them before they’re cut up and sold on the black market.”
During this time, Hannibal had sat back and watched the kid bounce around in excitement with amusement. At the scientist’s last words, a light bulb went off in his head. Originally, he was going to use the prospect of money and having a back up Jaeger just in case as his selling point for convincing Hansen to build another, but he wasn’t sure how well that was going to blow over. Hansen was a soldier, not a mercenary. The one thing a soldier cared about most was protecting their family and their country. Newt was basically giving him more leverage to plead his case. It was obvious that the scientists had already sold the Marshall on the idea of the Kaiju’s return, putting in preventative measures wasn’t going to be too far of an extra push. “…and what do I get in return?” Chau’s voice was deep and gravelly, echoing almost in the near silent room.
Newt turned towards him, “…I didn’t think that far ahead?”
Chau growled under his breath. It was all show really. He just wanted to push the kid’s buttons a little for the hell he caused him the last time they met. “Are you funnin’ me, son?”
The German gulped, “Uh, no?”
Hannibal stood up, causing Newt to fall back a couple of steps. He really didn’t want that stupid, gaudy knife anywhere near his person again.
Herc decided to intervene, thinking it was going to get violent. It wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. “Now, wait a minute, boys. We can talk this out. No need fer violence. And anyway, even if I wanted to say yes, they belong to Chau. On top of that, how were ya thinkin’ o’ getting’ ‘em out o’ the ocean? We have no Jaegers left, and no money to make more. The monkey barrel is empty.”
Hannibal crossed his arms over his broad chest and eyed the Australian. “So, you’re saying that if you had the money, you’d build a Jaeger and go get the carcasses?”
Herc turned to look at him, “Yeah. No point and leaving ‘em down there. Plus, an extra Jaeger or two couldn’t hurt to have around.”
This took the gangster by surprise. He hadn’t realized that Hansen was already on the same wavelength as him. Still, he couldn’t give in so easily. He had to make sure that they understood if he paid for a Jaeger, it was his, not the government’s. He placed his hands on the smooth surface of the wooden desk and leaned in, tie falling forward slightly at the angle. “I’ll make you a deal.”
Newt watched the exchange with interest. Maybe he’d be able to get his hands on them after all and not have to sell his soul to the proverbial devil to do it. Honestly, he had nothing to offer the black market dealer. The man didn’t need to know about the parts, just the most cost efficient way to make money off them. He moved in closer, wanting to know the details of this ‘deal’.
“Alright, what’s the offer?” Hansen leaned in, not to be intimidated.
“I’ll give you the money to build two more Jaegers. In exchange, you use them to bring me the remains that belong to me.”
Seemed easy enough, Hansen was about to agree, but the older man wasn’t finished.
“The Jaegers will be my property, not the government’s. Don’t think I’m going to pay for something that they can get their grubby little hands on. I want to see plans before I give you the money. Do you have any mechanics that can draw them up?”
“Yeah, they’re some of the last to leave.” Hansen leaned back as he listened.
“Good. I’ll give you a week to get new plans drawn up. Those old piles of junk need to be updated.”
Hansen couldn’t have agreed more, but letting the dealer have such weaponry in his arsenal was dangerous. Was it worth the risk to let the man have the program and him by the balls like that? On one hand, there was a possibility of being attacked again, but on the other hand, who knew when that would be? Decisions, decisions. His reverie was interrupted by a weird and out of place question for their discussion.
“Is that my shoe?” Hannibal had seen the Marshall mulling the idea over in his mind, no doubt questioning his sanity and morality by possibly letting the dealer have his way. However, a gleam had caught his eye and he turned his head in the direction it came from, only to see Newt standing there with…his shoe?
Newt had completely forgotten about the trinket under his arm, so engrossed in the discussion was he. He squeaked at being called out so suddenly during the intense moment.
Hannibal looked at the kid oddly, why had he kept his shoe? It wasn’t like they had parted on friendly terms or anything.
From out of nowhere, Newt found courage he didn’t know he had and sassed back. Probably not a good idea, but the scientist wasn’t exactly in his right mind at that moment. “I kept it as a reminder of the first person I ever got to see be eaten by a kaiju. Besides, it’s not like you didn’t deserve it, you one-eyed bitch! You left me, all by myself, in the slums, to fend for myself, against monsters that are worse than Godzilla ever was!”
Hansen had to cough to cover up his laugh. That was the name he was trying to think of earlier. Pirate had been close enough, anyway.
Hannibal didn’t know whether to laugh, look on in disbelief, choke the kid, or what. Of course he left the idiot on his own to die. The moron had drifted with a damn kaiju. What did he expect? He decided to just take a deep breath. “Listen, kid. I did what I had to to keep my people safe. Having a kaiju ripping through my…”
“Gangster lair~!” He practically sung out. “That’s what I like to call it anyway.”
Under his breath, Chau muttered prayers to whatever deity was listening to keep him from strangling this child. “…my hideout and wrecking everything I had built would have been a huge blow for me. Plus, without me, how would you get to look at those Kaiju remains?”
Newt’s eyes went wide, getting so excited he started sputtering in German. He was going to get to play with those bad boys. Yes!
While Newt was busy celebrating, Hannibal and Hansen finished working out the details to the new temporary contract. The other was put away for later. “I’ll agree to your terms, but I ask that the Jaegers stay here.”
“Don’t worry Marshall, I wasn’t planning on trying to take over Hong Kong with ‘em. I just figured if I was paying for them, they should be mine. If the kaiju do come back, use them to take those fuckers down.”
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