The tension that was packed into the vehicle was heavy. The silence outside of the muffled sounds of the outside was the only thing that could be heard. This silence lasted for a few moments before Clementine’s voice once again sounded. “…I’ll be honest Alexander I didn’t recognize you when you forced your way into my apartment.” The men seemed to be looking between Alexander and the phone like the most interesting game of ping pong. “…I will also say I didn’t recognize you.
A few days pass by as Alexander has his men comb the city for Clementine. Starting with her neighbor down to the old associates. One in particular was getting his meeting in the middle of the morning just before opening. Teddy Johnson let out a huff as he stood up from a box he had been packing away.
“Mr Johnson!”
Alexander looks onward into a room, watching as his men have fully canvased off the place and removed the long-deceased bodies. His expression is as usual, cool and stand-offish, the only indicator that he even is moderately interested is the small twitching of his fingers over his crossed arms. Jacob walks up to him giving a glance at the room then looking back at Alexander. It was early morning, the sun had barely begun to rise at this point.
“..Still don’t understand why the boss needs all over us to take care of some chick?” One of the men outside of Clementine’s door mumbles. The one who appeared to be the leader turns to him with a frown. “She’s Igor Blood hound apparently.. Now enough chatter.” He says as he readies his gun. They were informed that there was someone who needed to be taken out however only the leader was told who exactly it was. Now everyone in the gang knew that Igor at one point had a Blood
Igor watches the car his son came in pull out from his home with cold contempt on his face. Victor was just a few feet behind him and was shifting a bit as he looked like he wanted to speak.
“Spit out whatever you’re going to say Victor..” Igor suddenly said, not even moving his eyes from outside.
Kai’s world could be dialed down to just two feelings: pain and discomfort. Consciousness was hard to keep, and every time he got close, the pain just flared up. He could hear someone talking, but he couldn’t make out what was being said. It took what felt like an eternity before his body finally adjusted and his senses finally reeled back.
“…He’s awake sir…”
