04-09-2019, 01:06 AM
Axel Miller
He barked a laugh, skimming Natalie’s stern posture. “Oh sweetheart,” he said. Images of Natalie in a schoolteacher uniform, complete with a button-down shirt and a tie, erased the annoyance from his expression.
A deep sigh followed, whether it was one of resolution or one of frustration was indecipherable. “I said it doesn’t matter because you can’t give it to me anyway. So how about I just let you know when I decide what I expect in return.” She was going to have to be satisfied with that and take the rest on faith. Not faith in him, but faith in something anyway.
Impatient, he retrieved his own wallet, the one Carpenter called him on from the car. The threat delivered wasn’t forgotten, but Axel didn’t intend on another reunion. A brief check of the house in case someone was lurking within earshot, showed him it was safe enough. Assuming he spoke low. After that, he waved the group closer, because he wasn’t going to betray a cartel loudly enough the whole house could hear it. He grinned at Natalie, if only because she was forced to get within arm’s reach of something as vile as himself.
“Amengual comes here sometimes. It’s why I know so much about them. Jessika lets me in on some of the deal she’s cut, enough to keep her safe from it going sour, but not all of it. They do have a way to neutralize a channeler if they can catch them by surprise. I know they’re held, but don’t know where.”
Only darkness shows you the light.