The Syndicate

[Nox]

Oleg listened and watched his son down his own glass of vodka. It was a day for that. They'd come and taken the family. The children cried. Crisya cried. It was horrible and terrible and all his fault. Even Vanya wasn't to blame.

"It's not your fault. I just want you to know that."
But he asked the hardest question of all. Who were they? Exactly who they weren't was probably easier to explain than who they were.

Oleg sighed and pressed the empty glass to his cheek trying to seek the coolness from it, but it was no good. There was nothing that would make this go easier. They call themselves The Syndicate."


After a deep breath Oleg continued but he never brought his eyes up to his sons. "They have their finger in everything. The department, IA, the prisons, the judicial branches, law makers. If an element touches the underworld, they have a finger in the pie. They are middle men. Reaching out to fix the problems as someone pays them. Bought judges. A detective to overlook a piece of evidence. An officer to clean video footage. A prison guard to relay messages. Their eyes and ears are everywhere."