[The mafia lord groans as he leans back in his chair. She's a sharp one, he sees why his son likes her so much. The older Volkov threads his fingers with each other, closing his eyes for a moment. The young lady asks a good question, and it's something that's gone through his mind as well.
I'm afraid I don't know if all three of you are safe. I've been proud to say that we keep those who work with us as safe as possible, but it seems when it comes to you and your brother, something always manages to come up.
He leans forward again, expression deadly serious. Ajax's eyes widen- his dad doesn't get like this often.
My advice is that you speak to no one after this. Not me, not any of the kids, no one. Ditch your cellphones, get some burners. I want Aether to look at some data we pulled as to how they found your apartment, so I know what we're dealing with here. After that, I don't want to see your faces again until this is taken care of, for your own safety. That's including you, Ajax.]
Hey, don't forget about what I told you about Dufont's men-
[Listen, I know that. You still haven't told me why they're so tough now, but we're not going to let them step all over us. There's something going on here that you've been keeping from me, and I know it, Ajax. I want some answers from you two about it. Let's start with this.
He slides a picture over, a damning side view of a dark purple monstrosity with a red mask that looks like it got knocked through several cubicles in an office. Ajax does his best to keep a straight face, looking down at the picture on the table.
That picture's been making the rounds on social media. Do either of you two wanna tell me why that monster has the same hair as my beloved son? Since you both were there that day.
Ajax stays silent, frozen, not knowing what to say. He had no idea that someone thought to take a picture before they all ran out screaming.]
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I'm afraid I don't know if all three of you are safe. I've been proud to say that we keep those who work with us as safe as possible, but it seems when it comes to you and your brother, something always manages to come up.
He leans forward again, expression deadly serious. Ajax's eyes widen- his dad doesn't get like this often.
My advice is that you speak to no one after this. Not me, not any of the kids, no one. Ditch your cellphones, get some burners. I want Aether to look at some data we pulled as to how they found your apartment, so I know what we're dealing with here. After that, I don't want to see your faces again until this is taken care of, for your own safety. That's including you, Ajax.]
Hey, don't forget about what I told you about Dufont's men-
[Listen, I know that. You still haven't told me why they're so tough now, but we're not going to let them step all over us. There's something going on here that you've been keeping from me, and I know it, Ajax. I want some answers from you two about it. Let's start with this.
He slides a picture over, a damning side view of a dark purple monstrosity with a red mask that looks like it got knocked through several cubicles in an office. Ajax does his best to keep a straight face, looking down at the picture on the table.
That picture's been making the rounds on social media. Do either of you two wanna tell me why that monster has the same hair as my beloved son? Since you both were there that day.
Ajax stays silent, frozen, not knowing what to say. He had no idea that someone thought to take a picture before they all ran out screaming.]