Act
Seven
Scene
Two
Sub-Scene
One
Cicero
Brutus
was upset at being disturbed during his sauna, but he made an exception when he
listened out on Cicero’s issue. He was at the Hot Bath House in Rome, a
favorite haunt of his for his early morning sweat, with eight guards manning
the doorway to the bath and the entrance of the house. He was being careful
after Mark Antony’s attempt. He was alone, graciously, for he was not keen to
be seen in an act.
“Cicero,
there is a dress code in the sauna.” Brutus then had the towel over his lap,
but he also has a gun beneath the seat wrapped in the towel in case it gets too
hot to handle.
“I
am... The bastard Enobarbus could have shot me.” Cicero had taken the bench
across from Brutus, clad in his loose pants but without his shirt. His chest
displayed the whip marks, which were his affinity for the somewhat more
commonly known act of having a fuck.
“What
did you do?” Brutus asked while he crossed his legs. He was not keen to be
peeked at by that other person. It was not a teenager’s insecurity about who is
with whom but the self-preservation of modesty.
“I
approach him with an offer, since Moses is dead.” Cicero sighed. “A hasty move
of mine and it...”
“You
offered him to join you with money. Dearie, advocate of the law, you are fucked
there. Enobarbus is always loyal to Caesar. He will not sell his soul to the
devil if he knows Caesar is to be harmed.”
“I
offer him to tell me about Mark Antony.”
“Mark
Antony? The dark horse in Rome.” Brutus leaned back on the bench. “Do me a
chore, Cicero, to atone for your error. Pour some water on the stones.”
Cicero
did as he was told.
“Mark
Antony is an enigma to the Romans. He is a loyal soldier, made his way up the
ranks, and was sent off outside of Rome. He, according to Caesar, did a good
task with the Sicilians, or we will all be speaking Italian by now instead of
Latin. Godly nefarious of my mother’s intention to educate us with Socrates and
Aristotle’s wisdom, we might as well learn the codes of conduct from the Tongs;
they are more educational there.“
“Brutus,
I am not here to listen to your mother’s rambling.” Cicero was the one getting
upset.
“As
such, I am not one to listen to your hasty action to recruit Mark Antony. I had
my session with him recently, but he was... unapproachable. Untouchable will be
the word; care to suggest that one day that will be the conduct of others, but
Mark Antony for now is one.”
“Brutus,
I am not here to listen to your oratorial skills. I am talking about Mark
Antony. He pulled a gun on me.”
“And
he is your enemy’s husband. Which technically made you his favorite enemy too.
Did you fuck her before?”
“Leave
the bitch out of the conversation.” Cicero was not bringing Fulvia into the
conversation. “And no, we never fuck in the physical sense.”
“So,
you did have fantasies of doing her.” Brutus smiled.
“No.
I did not.” Cicero lashed out. “Stop baiting me. I fucked whoever I fucked. Now
back to Mark Antony... I meant Enobarbus.”
“Why
Mark An... Enobarbus? 上帝 (Shangdi—God in
Chinese).” Brutus exclaimed. He saw Cicero looking at him. “Okay, I did pick up
some of those words. I dine at their shops. You should try their dumplings.”
“Yes,
why did you approach Enobarbus?” Brutus brought the focus back.
“They
were investigating the case of Moses and Isaac. And I was told it was leading
to Lucas Perry. Those three are linked to us. I need to know what they are
planning on.”
“Do
you know I spilled the beans on Moses that he was in Egypt?” Brutus looked at
the surprised Cicero. “I also told Mark that there was a revolt in the plans
for Rome. All that...”
“Will
lead to us.” Cicero sighed.
“Not
necessary, if you know how tall the olive tree grows. Not very tall. Just as
our whisperings will not go far, but deep rooted in their minds of Mark Antony
and soon Enobarbus. He may question me further or take the bait to go towards
Egypt. I am not expecting him to get much from there, but it will occupy his
time. And avoid our plans here in Rome.”
“Egypt
is our friend.” Cicero looked at Brutus.
“For
now, but if we played our cards well, Egypt may be a minion of Rome. That will
be up to Caesar there. If Mark and Caesar are in Egypt, we are without bounds.”
“What
of the other lieutenants?”
“Among
the trio, one or two are with us. They can be convinced to join the victors of
the war.” Brutus smiled. “My other concern is Lady Fulvia. She holds a part of
Mark Antony’s power here. You must take care of her... permanently.”
“I
would not ……” Cicero sighed.
“Try
Lucius. I hear he is delicious.” Brutus smiled.
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