Waking early after a pleasant sleep Grimbold rose and showered had a quick shave and went to get breakfast. Part way through Alan joined him.
"Morning Alan, have you any plans for spending the morning in this remarkable city?"
Alan gave Grim his usual stare of incomprehension when faced with such comments.
"You know perfectly well that I have no eye for what you call beauty, except in the female gender of course where my taste is, obviously far superior to yours." At his comment it was as if a cloud fled across Grimbold's face, a look of grief that faded and was replaced with a tight look that was almost anger. It was as much expression of emotion as Alan had ever seen on his friends face in almost 15 years of working together. He frowned slightly as he thought,
"I see there is a tale to tell, is it perhaps time to set aside our long rule and talk of this?"
They had worked together on and off for a long time and yet in all the years they had never spoken to each other of their lives outside of the job. Not that they didn't talk Alan was an avid football (OOC soccer) fan, watching any game that was broadcast and spending what was to Grim endless dull hours at various cold pitches watching games live. But in all their long friendship they never spoke of the people in their lives, of loves and other friends.
It was not a rule they had ever vocalised before, they had never needed to it was just something that by unspoken agreement they didn't discuss.
Grimbold sat in silence for a moment before he answered, then taking a big sigh he started.
"I was married you know, had been for a few years. She was called Sara, we met on a protection job I was doing for some scientist at the Einhardt Research and Development Labs."
He paused and seemed to be about to say no more. Looking down at the wreckage of breakfast on the table between them for a moment before raising his head and looking his colleague in the eyes. Alan had never seen a face so full of emotional pain before and was shocked that his old friend had suffered so.
"We had some time together but also a long time apart then when they were about to launch the three new suits a little while ago they facility was attacked she was one of the dead, her death never made the newscasts, just another scientist dying for earth."
With that his face seemed to shut down the expression gone as if it had never been there. He was the mercenary again. Alan sat opposite him in shocked silence for a long time while Grimbold called a waiter over and tried to order English Breakfast Tea, something the Italians, in fact something that almost the whole of the rest of the world, couldn't understand.
Having got another pot of tea, which though not what was asked for was good, Grimbold returned to plans for the day.
"I intend to make a trip to the church of San Lorenzo and look at the Medici Chapel there after that I will take a walk through the city and meet you at the Lame Duck just before 1 this afternoon. No doubt you will find as many arms dealers to do some horsetrading with?"
Alan nodded his assent, then added, "You know how much I like to collect swords and here in the heart of Machiavelian Italy I should be able to come up with some beauties."
Grimbold nodded and rose from the table. He left the hotel and headed off in the direction of the Church of San Lorenzo.
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