He knows this guy. Everything about him? NO, but that is what this ’ mission ’ of his has been about from the start - finding out who TYRELL WELLICK really is. Elliot is the careful one who thinks it all through, weighs the pros & cons as he fights with himself in what is wrong or right – Josh is the impulse, acts without a second thought yet he’s still thorough, treads on light feet wherever he can, set on autopilot with only fight in mind. Once something catches his attention, he grabs on tight and doesn’t let it go until he’s figured it all out. They both have to know and he will do whatever it takes to get an answer.
That is why he resorted to stalking the interim of E Corp behind Elliot’s back. His brother left him alone at the possibility that he had let him hack into his accounts, especially after the Steel Mountain incident but that only fueled the fire inside of the younger twin whose need to PROTECT never once dulled even in the years that they grew apart. It’s gotten him into trouble in the past ( on one occasion close to death itself ), but nothing can steer him from finding out the truth — be it steel bars or a gun to his head.
It’s been days, maybe weeks. Josh isn’t the best at paying attention to dates, even as he fills a booklet down to the very last scribbled detail on his whereabouts. Phonecalls, texts, planned trips, you name it; he’s got it all. Either way, it’s been a long time and only took one more meeting to set it all in motion ( & piss him off further ).
It was going to be a message at first, just an email from an anonymous source to warn him that he’s treading deep water & needs to watch where he steps but that wasn’t enough, neither was the idea of tossing bloody pig guts on his doorstep like some kind of SICK FUCK in a scary movie ( it was ONLY tossed out of the plan because they were out of stock when he checked in ) — he needed to take this personally, face to face since Tyrell’s lack of sense in personal space is way too obvious.
It’s a Friday, rainy & cold, when he follows the black car around a portion of the city, briefly wondering if he’s got the wrong one.
NO, HE’S NOT WRONG. NEVER WRONG.
How many fucking errands Jesus Christ.
It parks near the opening of an alley and he sucks in a deep breath which catches in his throat, the burn in his lungs only relieving when he sees smoothed hair and the familiar pressed suit. This is it, this is him.
He doesn’t care where he’s going right now, or how he will get there, the only thing on Josh’s mind is crossing the space of rushing gutters with a blade in hand, pushing through the crowd of umbrellas before he shoves him into the alley, unseen to passing eyes that DON’T KNOW, DON’T CARE. Fingers bunching up the pristine Brioni threads so tight the knuckles begin to pale, this is his time, and all he can do is laugh at the fact he got him.
❝ You know, I was going to pull the whole ‘be civil’ business but, truth is
I don’t fucking like you.
Tyrell, right? We need to TALK. ❞
Tyrell liked to think he was under control of everything, like he knew about every single thing that was going on around him so he was never caught off guard. Truth was, he SLIPPED UP sometimes, just like everyone. He didn’t like to think about how he was just as sloppy as any other regular con-man, fighting his way to the top, but sometimes it was ALL he could think about. He didn’t have to look Joanna in the eyes or hear the words straight from Scott Knowles to know that he wasn’t as good as he made himself out to be, as good as he TRIED to be.
Now, Tyrell knew that one day everything he’d done would come crashing down on his shoulders. He wasn’t sure HOW exactly, but he could just tell that he was going to get caught in a nasty situation soon. That thought did nothing to soothe his constant paranoia that he’s had since his little incident with Sharon Knowles. If he did get caught for that, it wasn’t the idea of prison that scared him, it was the fact that he knew Joanna would be disappointed in him. She’d even LEAVE him and take his child with her. He knew she was serious about those things and the last thing Tyrell wanted was to be seen as a FAILURE.
It was pretty PATHETIC how much he cared about what people thought of him.
KALE... WINE... HUMMUS (Joanna liked the garlic kind, make sure you got garlic)... OLIVES...
Tyrell crossed out each item in his head that he knew he’d gotten, just to double check before he got home. He wasn’t really planning on LEAVING the house over the weekend, figuring he needed some time in with his family. That was just what he told himself, of course, he really felt too VULNERABLE and OBVIOUS when he was in public, like everyone knew exactly what he did.
Sometimes he felt like he couldn’t even BREATHE because of it.
The last errand he needed to run was more business than pleasing his wife, which is why he was doing it last. He was out of his car and halfway to the entrance of the building when he was suddenly being grabbed and forced into the alley. His eyes slammed shut, mind racing and he knew he looked SCARED, but he also knew he had to calm down.
But when Tyrell opened his eyes and he saw ELLIOT, he immediately relaxed and even let out a little chuckle. He needed to get his shit together. He shouldn’t be getting frightened by some TECH, no matter how smart Tyrell knew he was. He narrowed his eyes at the other when he started speaking, now even more confused than before. Tyrell knew Elliot could have those mood swings of his, but he’d never pictured him as a VIOLENT person, not like he was doing at least.
❝ Elliot, please, no one can be civil while you’re
grabbing my - VERY EXPENSIVE - suit like this.
I’m flattered you wanted to speak to me so much, but couldn’t
you have just made an appointment and come into my office ?? ❞
