05-08-2016, 11:03 PM
Hood smirked. Somehow, he wasn't surprised that the high-and-mighty Scion Marveet rubbed people the wrong way. Especially ones he probably perceived as not worth the effort. Ones like Political Science majors from the US. Hell, he couldn't even judge a worthwhile hit squad. So of course the fool would have stepped on the toes of someone, if Hood hadn't missed his guess, who could make the mans death look natural causes. Hell, Hood just planned on embarrassing the idiot, and he was well aware he was a fucking monster.
"Ah see, that was your first mistake I suppose. Someone like Scion, he got where he was through money. Probably a lot of bull and bluff. He lives in a world of pencil-pushers and investment bankers. White collar twats that are easily intimidated. Look forward to the day someone who isn't afraid of lawyers and economic embargoes takes him down a few rungs."
Someone like himself, and the predatory grin that flashed as he said it probably spoke volumes to his thoughts on that matter.
Hood produced a card from an inside pocket of his trench. Outdated, certainly; he was probably the only employee on Pervaya's payroll that actually used the damn things still. Most made use of their Wallets. But there was something oddly satisfying about having an expensively embossed business card that he found oddly appealing. Probably because he liked the way people tended to tense up when someone like himself reached into their jacket.
John White. Pervaya Iiniya Security. A phone number and website. He held the card out for Marcus to either take or dismiss as was the man's perogative. Someone like Mr DuBois had little need for private body guards, in all likelyhood. Besides the personal power and the likely small army of government agents tasked to keep the man safe, there was the added suspicion of brain-exploding magic God power bullshit. Which, in Hood's opinion, seemed like it would take a lot of the challenge, and with it the pleasure, out of most tasks.
"No. Not staff. Although I've haunted a watercooler or two in the past."
Matter of fact, there was one at the company office. Not that he spent much time there, but he had to talk to the company lawyers far more often then his employers probably would have preferred. On the other hand, he was good enough at his job that those talks were usually short, and never because he was facing criminal charges.
"And as for those two pencil-pushers, I doubt they will be stupid enough to actually bring whatever they found to anyone's attention. They wouldn't be working in Moscow if they didn't know how to ignore the flagrant corruption around here. Hell, more likely they'll try to curry favor by helping to cover it up."
He wasn't particularly worried about offending Marcus with blatant accusations of corruption in the system. People didn't find employment in Dominance I if they weren't able to turn a blind eye to a few things.
Edited by Hood, May 8 2016, 11:04 PM.
"Ah see, that was your first mistake I suppose. Someone like Scion, he got where he was through money. Probably a lot of bull and bluff. He lives in a world of pencil-pushers and investment bankers. White collar twats that are easily intimidated. Look forward to the day someone who isn't afraid of lawyers and economic embargoes takes him down a few rungs."
Someone like himself, and the predatory grin that flashed as he said it probably spoke volumes to his thoughts on that matter.
Hood produced a card from an inside pocket of his trench. Outdated, certainly; he was probably the only employee on Pervaya's payroll that actually used the damn things still. Most made use of their Wallets. But there was something oddly satisfying about having an expensively embossed business card that he found oddly appealing. Probably because he liked the way people tended to tense up when someone like himself reached into their jacket.
John White. Pervaya Iiniya Security. A phone number and website. He held the card out for Marcus to either take or dismiss as was the man's perogative. Someone like Mr DuBois had little need for private body guards, in all likelyhood. Besides the personal power and the likely small army of government agents tasked to keep the man safe, there was the added suspicion of brain-exploding magic God power bullshit. Which, in Hood's opinion, seemed like it would take a lot of the challenge, and with it the pleasure, out of most tasks.
"No. Not staff. Although I've haunted a watercooler or two in the past."
Matter of fact, there was one at the company office. Not that he spent much time there, but he had to talk to the company lawyers far more often then his employers probably would have preferred. On the other hand, he was good enough at his job that those talks were usually short, and never because he was facing criminal charges.
"And as for those two pencil-pushers, I doubt they will be stupid enough to actually bring whatever they found to anyone's attention. They wouldn't be working in Moscow if they didn't know how to ignore the flagrant corruption around here. Hell, more likely they'll try to curry favor by helping to cover it up."
He wasn't particularly worried about offending Marcus with blatant accusations of corruption in the system. People didn't find employment in Dominance I if they weren't able to turn a blind eye to a few things.
Edited by Hood, May 8 2016, 11:04 PM.