She immediately regretted saying it out loud.
La Mathesis gave her a sharp look, controlled, disappointed.
"Sorry."
Allen said nothing. The man who should have hated Mr. N the most was silent.
He wasn't conflicted. He was calculating.
Finally—
Allen:"It's not possible. Not yet."
Across the room, Osprey was barely conscious. After nearly drowning, he'd been stabilized and sedated. He was on propofol to keep him sleeping and drowsy, midazolam to prevent agitation, fentanyl for pain.
He wasnt supposed to be hearing any of this.
Not that it mattered, he already knew everyone wanted N dead, wouldnt change a thing.
Farah(Osprey's Liutenant) didnt agree with everyone however "I dont like N, I've been around him alot due to Osrpey but this feels kind of evil no? To plot against the guy? I know he almost just killed him but he's Osprey's childhood friend...."
Sho kept his thoughts to himself God, Fare (Farah's real name) must be the first man I've met thats a literal bimbo.What do you mean he almost just killed him BUT.
Sho rolled his eyes his thoughts spiraled 'God femininity is gross, no wonder they always get stuck in toxic relationships.'
Eric, Allen's lieutenant finally spoke. His voice carried weight without effort. The bulky muscular man had a similar frame to Elite Gaurd Rank 5 however he carried a paternal maturity that was not present at the meeting.
Eric:"Strength is everything. If you're useful, you get paid. Only when were weak we are replaceable, if we want to surpass Mr. N we have to get stronger.
Farah clicked their tongue while cleaning under a fingernail. They posed with their hips hanging out, their body was framed like a model, perfect tattoos, skin and body frame.
Farah:"Okay… you're probably right. I just don't like your tone."
What they actually meant was: I like you. So soften up when you talk to me.
They were flirting. Poorly.
Eric's muscular face shifted, confused.
"I don't care what you like. Don't you still use firearms? Actual guns? Weapons so outdated they bounce off skin?"
He wasn't trying to insult them specifically. He just genuinely thought guns were primitive. Anyone who still depended on them he would not take seriously.
Farah:"What? It's not standard issue. I customize—"
Why am I explaining myself to this boomer?
Eric:"They're still useless. Bullets are easy to dodge."
He said it bluntly. No malice. Just fact.
Farah felt like throwing their skateboard into his cranium.
Farah rolled their eyes with sass: "My rounds fire at Mach 10+."
Eric was done entertaining it however, they crossed their arms, pretending not to care.
Demi scratched his nose, baiting.
"That's still pretty slow." He smiled
Farah shot him a look.
"Let's test how slow it is, yam face."
Farah reached for their custom rifle from Ragah. Ragah the giant sighed and casually lifted it above their head, just out of reach.
Farah stretched upward, spine arching slightly, straining to grab it.
Sho thought to himself.... Yam face is crazy....
From across the room—
Davidz:"…Wow," he stared intensely lusting over Farah desperately eyes glued to their hips and lower regions, only God knows what he was thinking.
Sho caught him staring stating 'I knew that innocent looking kid was weird son.'
Yara's Bible continued, "As we were saying though... about Elite Gaurd Rank 1. All things considered if he doesnt appear what do we do?"
Osprey opened his eyes smiling "Dreyfus is a bitch that's just how he operates. He'll be there when the time is right." Osprey mumbled from his tub, still high off drugs he partially woke up.
Rank 5 answered. "Yeah sure man."
Ragah comments softly "Even if he doesn't show, we have Osprey no? Aren't those two close in terms of combat value?"
Aspera nodded but no one else said anything.
Everyone ignored Ragah once again.
Osprey was so drugged up he started blowing bubbles in his water.
Demisaux added his two cents "He will pop up. If we have any chance of winning were going to need that monster."
La Mathesis finally spoke his voice was elegant, polished. "You're of a newer generation what would you know of Dreyfus?"
"He literally trained me." Demi mumbled.