Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine, except for the OC.
Vince’s diner and coffee place was surprisingly (or perhaps not surprisingly) popular in Eureka today, as Jack Carter and Allison Blake were already there. “Hey, you two,” Jo said in lieu of a greeting. “Where’s Henry?”
“With Grace,” muttered Jack into his cup. “Grace, apparently, is curing Henry from his allergy to small furry mammals. She even asked if Allison wanted to help, but we could sense that it was a private moment and withdrew.”
“Yes we did,” Allison agreed as she half-turned around and saw ‘Andria’ for the second time this day. “So, you’re still not Beverly Barlowe?”
“No,” ‘Andria’ agreed, “and if you hear that a master Shen is searching for her, don’t volunteer – he thinks that she’s you.”
There was a pause. “How did you do it?” Allison exhaled. “How did you get the Consortium thugs to believe that I’m you? We don’t look anything remotely similar?”
“I don’t think I like you, so I don’t think that I’ll be talking to you,” ‘Andria’ replied instead sitting down at the bar. “Excuse me,” she turned to Vince, “but what can be ordered here?”
“Anything you like,” the latter said calmly, without shifting a brow at the declaration that Beverly Barlowe wasn’t even Beverly anymore, but Allison was. “In fact, I dare you!”
“Two samosas and a glass of sugar cane juice,” ‘Andria’ said after a brief pause.
“Is it just a dare or you really like that sort of thing?” Vince asked after a brief pause of his own.
“A bit of both, plus I’ve a friend who does like this sort of thing, so I’m trying to follow her example – I’m in the process of reinventing myself, you see.”
“Fair enough,” Vince nodded as he went to carry out ‘Andria’s’ order. “One glass of juice and two samosas are coming up!”
“...This isn’t going to help you,” Jo spoke up firmly. “You’re you and that’s that!”
“Considering that earlier you’ve been telling me that I’m Beverly Barlowe, I think we’re making progress,” ‘Andria’ muttered dryly. “Tell me, officer Lupo, does it mean that you’re hiring me as your underling after all?”
Jo’s mouth fell slack opened and she wordlessly turned around, grabbed Jack’s coffee with cognac and downed it in one gulp. “See what I had to deal with all this time?” she wailed. “And that not counting Mr. Master-Shen and his theatrics.”
“Whom?” Allison asked, curious. “I don’t remember anyone by that name.”
It was then that the door was flung open, and the master in question stalked in. “Where is Beverly Barlowe?” he yelled in his trademark manner.
“That depends,” Jack frowned, “who wants to know?”
“Us!” Master Shen jabbed his finger backwards and a huge, grey-skinned giant with a bestial gaze walked into Vince’s diner as well.TBC