Retrieve the Arrow!
Jowi walked up to the meeting spot, wearing a fancy Italian suit with a zipper on the front of it, waiting for Monty. The business attire actually fit him, and his hair was combed to look more neat and organized. With him, he carried a briefcase with two other Stand Arrows inside.
“Understandable.” He replied, hurrying up the stairs to meet with Monty’s mother, arriving to the room a few minutes before they were to meet, briefcase in hand,
“Miss Crue.” He said, as he approached the table, “I hope you’re having a good day.”
The woman sitting before him sighed, eyes once a brilliant emerald green much like her daughters now dull. “It’s been adequate.” She replied coldly, “That was very kind of you to ask though.”
“Well, I’m sure that the Speedwagon Foundation notified you as to why I’m here?” He asked, sitting down, and placing the briefcase beside him.
He was unfazed by her demeanor, ready for anything, but didn’t let that be apparent.
The old woman nodded. “Yes. Needless to say, I’m not surprised.” The maid that had answered the door stepped in, a silver tray in hand. She set it on the table between them, bowed and left as quickly as possible. The elder reached for the pot and poured a cup of hot tea. “I take it Montgomery is the one who told you.” She stated flatly, holding it out to him, “Is she here, with you?”
He was silent for a moment, and then sighed, “Yes. Now, I don’t want any issues. That arrow is very dangerous. It was used by a serial killer in my hometown of Morioh a few years ago. If at all possible, I would like to buy the arrow from you.”
Monty’s mother chuckled. “Buy it? You can have the damn thing for nothing, for all I care.” She poured herself a cup, a heaping spoon of sugar following. “Even if it won’t change anything.”
“What do you mean? Has something happened with the Arrow?” He inquired, a little concerned, “did someone die because of it?”