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Ramon was absent from the bar last night. Strange, that. The fact that he's here now though says less about his social nature and more about his egotistical need to prove to certain people that he can do whatever the hell he wants, without repercussions.

It's possible this will catch up with him someday. As far as he's concerned though, this is another evening in the bar, lounging in an armchair with a fat cigar and a cold glass of tequila. The smug expression is, of course, a given.

[OOC: Not plotlocked, but if Jack tags any other threads will be millitimed to before that.]

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Jack strides over (http://action-antihero.livejournal.com/49351.html) to Ramon quickly, a dark expression on his face.

"So are you such a fucking coward you have to use my granddaughter to get back at me, instead of coming after me in person this time?" he snaps, not wanting to waste any time.

Ramon feigns surprise at the outburst and casually blows a mouthful of smoke in Jack's direction.

'I told you already, I had nothing to do with what happened to your granddaughter.'

Asshole.

"Oh really? So it's just a coincidence that you're the only person who has a grudge against both myself and Narcissa Malfoy, that you're the only person who's made threats against my family, and that Angela said she met you just the day before she went missing, 'Carlos'?" he asks, heavy on the sarcasm.

Ramon laughs and shrugs languidly with one shoulder.

'If you've spoken to Mrs. Malfoy, I'm sure you can see how anyone would hate her. And believe me, to anyone like me? Much the same can be said about you, you self-righteous prick. As for Angela - well, it was a pleasant conversation,' insert leer here, 'that I didn't want ruined by any preconceptions you may have given her about me.'

You really have no idea how much I want to kill you, do you? So much I'd rather destroy everyone around you and let you live to see it.

'Like I said, if I'd had her then you would only have got a body back.'

But sometimes quick is better. Give me an excuse, Jack. Just one, and I'll take you out here and now, leave this place and never look back.

Jack leans in closer, staring Ramon right in the eye, his voice low and clipped. "Nice try Ramon, but I don't buy it. Somehow I don't think you'd give a shit about having any kind of conversation with Angela unless you were planning something. So how about you stop hiding behind my family, and deal with me for once. Unless you're too fucking scared."

'Scared?'

The casuality drops in an instant, his face going flat and staring right back at Jack without blinking.

'Scared of you? I don't fucking think so, Bauer - you forget that it was you that worked for me for six months? You weren't such a big man when you were taking orders from me, you remember?'

He leans in too, so they're less than a foot apart, undiluted hate apparent in every line of his face. His voice is low too, disdainful but angry.

'I'll never be scared of a worthless junkie piece of shit like you, Jack. You just wish I were.'

Jack stares back, not blinking, looking at Ramon like he's something Jack just scraped off his shoe. "You call me a worthless piece of shit? What did you ever do for anyone else? Who'd do anything besides spit on your grave when you finally do the world a favour and get yourself killed? I worked for you becuase it was an act, and one you were too fucking stupid to see through. And if you're not scared, then fucking well prove it. Away from here, away from the bar rules, away from Security."

I give people jobs, Jack, and my business helps keep the economy of a fucking country afloat. But I'm not justifying myself to someone like you.

He stands up immediately, dropping his cigar into the remains of his drink.

'Shame for you that I'm going to be around to laugh at your funeral Jack - guess you didn't hear that there are people that want me around for a long time to come. But if I die and people spit on my grave?'

A hand reaches out and shoves Jack squarely in the chest. '...then I'll know I did something fucking right!'

Rule by fear and you've got it all.

'You want me to prove it?'

He laughs, then leans in towards him.

'Lead the way.'

You're dead.

Jack allows himself a very small smile, turning around and leading the way to the door. Opening the door, he steps to the side. Got you right where I want you, you fucking idiot. For someone who prides himself of being such a smart bastard, you're too easy to manipulate.

"After you."

Ramon's ego is ever his downfall. But he doesn't see it that way - and now he's concentrating wholly on making note of the exact position of his gun in the small of his back and the switchblade in his pocket.

So he steps through the door, wanting nothing more than to finish this man - and this is as good an opportunity as any.

Jack watches Ramon's hands, making sure he doesn't try to pull out a weapon as he passes through the doorway. With a deep breath, Jack follows Ramon out, letting go of the door handle as he walks through the doorway (http://action-antihero.livejournal.com/49351.html).

Payback time.

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