IC Inbox for maskormenace

[followorders]

Speak.

[Click.]

 

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[moneylogues]

I tried to get the hell out of there like ten seconds after meeting the guy. Wasn't my type of deal.

[And Felix has notoriously low standards when it comes to what kind of deals he accepts.]

But he decided not to let me leave. Literally fucking paralyzed me right there to make sure of it. That's the part where he ripped my heart out of my chest. Somehow without killing me or even really damaging anything, I don't know, don't ask me how the hell that works.

[He just knows it's not something he cares to repeat. Not a lot can get to him anymore, but that... that was something.]

Look. He made it very clear that he wants someone working for him and he wasn't gonna take no for an answer. Fuck, I was probably stuck with this shit the second he first messaged me.

Do you really think that's someone you do one job for and then cut ties with?

[followorders]

[Locus listens to his explanation and with every word his initial reaction further cements itself. They are a problem. One that needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later.]

No.

[A looks down at the camera, his stance casual under the weighted armor. He's made up his mind.]

Keep following their orders. For now, do your job.

I'll take care of them.

[moneylogues]

Fine.

[And then, effortlessly, Felix switches back to his light, casual tone. It's almost amazing how smoothly he does it.]

Just try not to fuck it up, huh? 'Cause I really like my heart where it is right now.

[followorders]

I'll see.

[A vague response before he shuts off the device, effectively hanging up on him.]