Musing in the Storm

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Characters:Seth
Date/Time: Sunday morning, August 28
Location: The top of Seth's estate.
Rating: R
Warnings: language
Summary: Seth schemes

Seth stood in front of sliding see through doors. The only thing that separated him from the storm outside. The heart of the storm was far from his location, but he could still feel it as no ordinary human could. As he looked upon the storm, he heard the heavy footsteps of his number two.

"You were right, boss. Didn't take the doc long to spill the beans to somebody," Tyler informed.

Seth snarled a little. While he expected it, it still would have been nice if their deal was honored. Planting that bug in the suitcase had apparently been the right call. He turned back to Tyler. "Who did she blab to?"

"You're going to love the fucking irony, boss. Lucas Straka."

Seth ran the name through his head. "The divorce lawyer?"

"Yep, THAT Straka. Plus what's more, apparently he's fucking Poseidon. Apparently they got a thing going on."

Seth smiled. Well, that was an interesting development. That must have been the man he saw her in the hotel with. This would bear watching.

"Nobody fucks with me and gets away with it." He suddenly opened the door.

"Boss! What the fu...!?" Tyler back away as the wind blows in.

Seth stood in it, barely flinching. He had no dominion over water, but wind was a different story. He stuck his hands out and gritted his teeth. The wind gradually stopped coming into the house, but the back-draft was fierce. But Seth was in no mood to let the storm rule him.

"Nobody fucks with me!" With a shout, the wind turned, and suddenly, violently tore away from the house into the road running along side it. He takes a deep breath before reentering the house.

Tyler quickly shut the door before the storm resumed it's natural course. Seth was soaked. Tyler picked up the phone on Seth's desk. "Get some clothes up here. Nevermind why bitch, just get 'em up here." He hangs up. He knew the display was as much for Seth to vent safety as anything else. "So what'cha wanna do? We can't just whack her, for obvious reasons."

"True," Seth said, sitting down, not minding his wet clothes for the moment. "But I'm sure I'll think of something. By the way, have some of our guys in construction get in on the repairs. And have somebody come by to fix the road."

"The road? Whatcha me..holy shit!" Tyler looked at the devastated road that Seth's redirection of the wind caused.

"The snake crossed the wrong man. I don't care who she's fucking. Let her do the job first and then..retribution."