Kilgrave had no sooner opened his laptop and logged into his email when his phone pinged with a text message, causing him to display a mild bit of irritation. At least he wasn’t in that damned coffee shop where people liked to incessantly chatter and force him to use his powers to shut them up. He idly picked the phone up and glanced at the notification.
Jessica. BR> Raising an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he opened the message and began reading. Honestly, what a blessed treat this was. It had been a couple years since the last encounter, and to tell the truth, he’d remembered they hadn’t parted on the best of terms…which in itself was rather amusing. Glancing at the phone once again, he unlocked the screen and pulled up the text message.
“Call me. It’s important, a**hole.”
Both Kilgrave’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. Well this was certainly interesting. Jessica actually wanted him to call her? What could this be about? Closing the phone, he quickly pocketed it, closed the laptop and placed it back into his briefcase and walked to his car. Knowing Jessica, the first thing she would ask would be was he alone. He unlocked the car and tossed the case in the back seat, and dialed Jessica’s number. She picked up on the second ring.
“What is it, Jessica?” he inquired as he walked around the car, and slid behind the wheel after opening the door.
“You’re the last person I would ever expect to ask for help. But it’s important, Kilgrave. Listen, I’m not asking for money, or any of that sh*t, I’m being harassed…and it’s worse than anything you’ve ever done to me. And it’s a common enemy of ours. It’s SirenSong, Kilgrave.”
Kilgrave muttered a curse under his breath and slammed the door shut. “Where are you, Jessica?” He knew SirenSong’s abilities with sonic manipulation, and it was far worse than his mind control manipulation.
“At the Starbucks at the corner of 34th and Plum. Wait a minute! Can’t she counteract your powers or resist them?”
Kilgrave clenched the steering wheel and clenched his jaw. “Jessica…” he intoned. “One thing at a time. I want you to stay put in the Starbuck’s until I get there, do you hear me? More than likely she’s working with Pschospectre. Do. Not. Move. I don’t want to have to force you to stay there, but I will if i have to. Do you hear me?”
There was silence on the other end of the line, and Kilgrave knew Jessica was more than likely muttering a few curses under her breath, but hopefully she would have the common sense to mull this over and not put herself in immediate danger. He closed up the conversation, and mulled over his own manipulation of her and quickly pushed it to the back of his mind, and started the engine. He didn’t need to map the address, he knew exactly where that Starbucks was.