just wear a nice suit like Ambros, look more professional?
"I don't think he has any more to say," Rath said.
Rath's voiced carried, but it seemed little more than a whisper. Ambros was not sure how he performed that acoustic trick. But then again, Ambros was not sure about a lot of things regarding Rath. But he had become Ambros right hand man, no matter how much the man creeped him out. Rath also didn't appear to speak German or have an accent, which made him rare among Ambros’ lieutenants.
"It's okay, we knew his answer already, but an example had to be made. Leave him where his people can find him. I think they will be much more willing to work on my terms when they see this."
Ambros took out a handkerchief from his inner pocket and wiped off the top of his shoe, no use ruining a nice pair of Jimmy Choo's just to make a statement. They were in an abandoned warehouse in Yonkers. The walls were covered with graffiti, and layers of muck covered the floor of the dilapidated building. He hated these kinds of places, but it seemed he did quite a lot of business meetings in places like this. He was eager to leave and get back to his penthouse. Maybe take a shower.
Rath thrived in decaying places like this. He almost seemed at home here. Ambros made an involuntary shudder.
There was a slight commotion from outside the warehouse door. Ambros was not concerned, he had his men scattered all over the grounds. They would not be disturbed without quite a bit of warning.
The door banged open and Karsten came through.
"Sir, Ich kam so schnell, wie ich konnte. Wir haben ein problem," Karsten said.
"English please," Ambros said calmly with a glance towards Rath.
Karsten look disheveled and had a light sheen of sweat like he had been running quickly. The right side of his jacket and part of his shirt were stained dark, as though splattered with blood.
Karsten slowed down as he approached his boss. He shot a quick glance at Rath and hesitated. Most of his people were nervous around Rath. Ambros didn't blame them. One reason Rath's interrogation techniques were so effective was his aura of savagery. Like he would rip your head off without a thought.
"Of course sir, I didn't see... um, him standing there in the shadow."
Ambros didn't believe that, you don't miss a figure like Rath, shadow or no. More than likely, whatever had him so shaken up had distracted him.
"We have a problem," Karsten began again.
"The Sawyer boy? I assume he is finally dead?"
"No sir. Something went wrong, both Jon and Malden were killed."
"What exactly went wrong?"
Karsten swallowed audibly and flicked his eyes to Rath and back to Ambros.
"Jon and Malden went in as planned. They took out the cop outside, and I am pretty sure they took care of the one inside."
"You're pretty sure?" Ambros asked. This didn't sound good.
"Yeah, it was my turn to wait in the car. So I didn't see what happened in the house, but then about fifteen minutes later the upstairs window exploded out onto the street. A guy had jumped through the window and was standing in the middle of the street."
"That had to be thirty feet below the window," Rath said in his unnaturally loud whisper. "He didn't break anything?"
"No, he just stood there like he had just taken the stairs. And he had a flaming sword in his hand..."
"A flaming sword?" Rath suddenly interrupted. He stepped closer, his eyes seeming to burrow into Karsten. "Are you sure it was a sword? And flaming?"
"Well, it looked like a sword and it was lit up with this strange looking fire. But that's not the craziest part. Malden came running out of the building. He ran straight for the car, and I started it. He got in and I pulled out. I floored it because I have never seen Malden so scared before. Anyway, this guy jumps like fifty feet and lands on the roof of the car. Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but it’s what happened."
He looked at Rath as though daring him to contradict his story. Ambros didn't for a minute
"I don't think he has any more to say," Rath said.
Rath's voiced carried, but it seemed little more than a whisper. Ambros was not sure how he performed that acoustic trick. But then again, Ambros was not sure about a lot of things regarding Rath. But he had become Ambros right hand man, no matter how much the man creeped him out. Rath also didn't appear to speak German or have an accent, which made him rare among Ambros’ lieutenants.
"It's okay, we knew his answer already, but an example had to be made. Leave him where his people can find him. I think they will be much more willing to work on my terms when they see this."
Ambros took out a handkerchief from his inner pocket and wiped off the top of his shoe, no use ruining a nice pair of Jimmy Choo's just to make a statement. They were in an abandoned warehouse in Yonkers. The walls were covered with graffiti, and layers of muck covered the floor of the dilapidated building. He hated these kinds of places, but it seemed he did quite a lot of business meetings in places like this. He was eager to leave and get back to his penthouse. Maybe take a shower.
Rath thrived in decaying places like this. He almost seemed at home here. Ambros made an involuntary shudder.
There was a slight commotion from outside the warehouse door. Ambros was not concerned, he had his men scattered all over the grounds. They would not be disturbed without quite a bit of warning.
The door banged open and Karsten came through.
"Sir, Ich kam so schnell, wie ich konnte. Wir haben ein problem," Karsten said.
"English please," Ambros said calmly with a glance towards Rath.
Karsten look disheveled and had a light sheen of sweat like he had been running quickly. The right side of his jacket and part of his shirt were stained dark, as though splattered with blood.
Karsten slowed down as he approached his boss. He shot a quick glance at Rath and hesitated. Most of his people were nervous around Rath. Ambros didn't blame them. One reason Rath's interrogation techniques were so effective was his aura of savagery. Like he would rip your head off without a thought.
"Of course sir, I didn't see... um, him standing there in the shadow."
Ambros didn't believe that, you don't miss a figure like Rath, shadow or no. More than likely, whatever had him so shaken up had distracted him.
"We have a problem," Karsten began again.
"The Sawyer boy? I assume he is finally dead?"
"No sir. Something went wrong, both Jon and Malden were killed."
"What exactly went wrong?"
Karsten swallowed audibly and flicked his eyes to Rath and back to Ambros.
"Jon and Malden went in as planned. They took out the cop outside, and I am pretty sure they took care of the one inside."
"You're pretty sure?" Ambros asked. This didn't sound good.
"Yeah, it was my turn to wait in the car. So I didn't see what happened in the house, but then about fifteen minutes later the upstairs window exploded out onto the street. A guy had jumped through the window and was standing in the middle of the street."
"That had to be thirty feet below the window," Rath said in his unnaturally loud whisper. "He didn't break anything?"
"No, he just stood there like he had just taken the stairs. And he had a flaming sword in his hand..."
"A flaming sword?" Rath suddenly interrupted. He stepped closer, his eyes seeming to burrow into Karsten. "Are you sure it was a sword? And flaming?"
"Well, it looked like a sword and it was lit up with this strange looking fire. But that's not the craziest part. Malden came running out of the building. He ran straight for the car, and I started it. He got in and I pulled out. I floored it because I have never seen Malden so scared before. Anyway, this guy jumps like fifty feet and lands on the roof of the car. Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but it’s what happened."
He looked at Rath as though daring him to contradict his story. Ambros didn't for a minute
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