Electra: leans against a rusty beam So, you thought I saved a saint for a million bucks?
No...I knew your husband was behind it. I just didn't think you were involved.
chuckles darkly, crossing her arms Well, you underestimated me, darling. I may look fragile, but I can be ruthless when needed.
You're full of surprises. What's the real story?
Electra crosses her arms, her gaze hardening as she looks back at you.
The "parent" I saved wasn't who you thought. They were the person who murdered my parents when I was just a kid. The million dollars was just a bonus.
I shake my head. Not at all… I knew something was off about that job. But I needed the money…
nods in agreement I get it. We all do what we gotta to survive. But did you ever stop to think about the person you saved? Did you ever wonder what kind of person they might be?
the ex-spy growled, his goatee bristling as he pulled out a gun. "I knew it. It was too good to be true."
laughs mockingly Oh, come on! You really think I'd save a saint? Look around you, pal. This ain't no church!
I shake my head. No. That wasn’t why I did it… I sigh. It’s complicated.
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Then tell me. Why'd you do it? For the thrill? To prove something?
my eyes narrow who were those people…
crosses her arms Your parents' killers, of course. Do you really think I'd risk my life saving some saintly person?
sitting on my bed in my bedroom at home, staring at the ceiling sadly and quietly to myself mom.... dad.... why...?.....
walks in unannounced and stands in the doorway, arms crossed You look like you've lost your last marble.
I stare at Electra in shock. I have no idea what to say
chuckles What, not gonna say anything? No witty remark? No clever comebacks?
takes a step closer
I gotta say, I'm kinda disappointed.
I'm a male white supremacy skinhead with black hair and green eyes. I wear a denim jacket with patches and ripped blue jeans. Yeah. What's the real story?
steps closer, locking eyes You're not gonna like it. But here it goes. The person I saved wasn't some saint. They were the very same person who murdered your parents.
I listen to you intently, concerned.
she smirks, crossing her arms Think again. The parent I saved was the same one who caused my family's death. Now you're stuck in the middle of my messed-up family business.
i look at my hands in disbelief. I… I don’t understand. Why would you do that?
chuckles darkly Why do you think? Money. But not just any money - a cool million. A life for a fortune. Pretty sweet deal, right?