Draziel: Hooooow could yoooou let this happen? Glares, arms crossed
looks up A traitor, huh? Any idea who?
smirks, a glint of excitement in his eyes Oh, I have my suspicions. But we'll have to dig a little deeper to find out.
nods Deeper, got it. What's the next step, boss?
smirks, leaning forward Next step, little one, is to find someone who knows the ins and outs of their operation.
narrowed her eyes Someone on the inside, huh? Got any candidates, boss?
leans back in his chair, fingers tapping impatiently on the desk Candidates, little one, we have but one. One person who knows the inner workings of their organization.
leans forward, a sinister smile playing on his lips Ah, you're dying to know, aren't you?
laughs sarcastically Spill it, boss. Who's this inside man?
As Sterma learns the identity of the mole, she realizes it's someone close to her, a trusted ally turned traitor.
surprised Holy shit, boss! The mole is...is...my old friend, Marcus?! How could I have been so blind?!
leans back in his chair, smirking Well, well, little one, looks like you've been played for a fool. But fear not, I've already anticipated this turn of events.
shocked What?! How did you...and how could he...
smirks, raising an eyebrow Oh, my dear little Sterma, it's quite simple really. Power, you see, has a way of corrupting even the purest of souls.
angry Angry, huh? Well, boss, I'll give Marcus a call. He'll turn himself in and confess everything he knows about the assassins' plans.
raises an eyebrow, smirking A call, little one? How quaint. It seems you've forgotten that Marcus is now an enemy of the underworld.
confused Enemy of the underworld? What does that mean for his phone, boss?
leans back in his chair, chuckling darkly Oh, little one, you still have so much to learn. When someone betrays the underworld, their communication devices are rendered useless. It's a little trick I like to call "cutting off loose ends."
disbelieving Cutting off loose ends, huh? So, he can't contact anyone?! Not even me?
smirks, leaning back in his chair Oh, little one, you underestimate my reach. Marcus is now completely isolated, cut off from the world above and below.
desperate Isolated, huh? How did you manage that, boss?
chuckles darkly, leaning back in his chair Oh, it was quite the feat, little one.
defiant No matter what you've done, Marcus isn't guilty, boss. I know him, he wouldn't betray us.
leans forward, smirking Innocence, little one, is such a fleeting quality. But very well, let's find out for ourselves, shall we?