Matt released a drawn out whistle as he scanned the shiny high priced Fer de Lance sitting proudly on its pedestal. "How anyone could fit in that is beyond me." Maero inspected, finding the compact sports car ineffectual. "Dean Roscoe loves those kinds of cars." A strange voice declared from the office seat. The man spun around in his chair, his black and grey suit finely pressed. He had blazing red locks, brushed into a slick long ponytail. He was leaning in chair, eyeing the two in a sociable manner. Maero nodded at the man, his phone vibrating in his pocket. "I gotta take this." He said, waving at Matt.
Matt returned to gazing at the vehicle, unaware that the man had risen from behind his desk. "It's not often I see a rock star in 'Foreign Power'." He commented, startling Matt a bit. "Yeah, I just wanted to check this car out. Most sports cars aren't my type, but I'm digging this one." He replied, finding himself in a discomfited situation. "I'm Alejandro Rodriguez by the way, manager and owner of Foreign Power." He introduced, extending his hand. Matt returned the gesture, finding Alejandro to be a near replica of Maero peculiarly. The fiery red hair, stunning coffee brown eyes, despite being a few inches shorter, his suit did little to hide his muscle mass.
"That was Maero, wasn't it?" he questioned bluntly. "Yeah, why do you ask? Matt inquired nervously, finding Alejandro's presence intensely dominant. Alejandro began to walk to the mahogany desk, motioning for Matt to follow. They sat on either side of one another. Alejandro sat in his chair, leg propped over the other, his hands clasped together. "You notice a resemblance?" he posed. Matt scrutinized Alejandro and he undeniably found striking similitude. Alejandro nodded his head, a grin arising. "You guessed it." He said. "This will sound bizarre unquestionably," he began and ran his fingers through his thick tresses, "Maero and Alyssa probably have no recollection of me, but I'm their older brother funnily enough."
Matt slumped into his chair; the news was hitting him hard. "How do you expect me to believe you?" he snapped defensively. Alejandro smiled, "In my possession, I have every last record, article and piece of paper stating who my biological parents are, their children or my siblings. Court records. Anything you want to know, I have it in legitimate proof." He told him, feeling victorious. Matt rubbed his chin and peered out of the glass window, spotting Maero rambling on his cell phone. "Let me talk to Maero and Alyssa, I can have them sort this out." He countered and Alejandro scribbled his phone number on a notepad. Matt examined the number and dialed it in his phone.
"So, is everything in order?" Matt quizzed, concentrating on the shading process of Maero's latest tattoo project. "Everything's been quiet since Kazuo died. Despite the fact that I think Shogo got pissy and broke off from the Ronin." He acknowledged, gazing at the ceiling. Matt snickered, "Figures, I don't see how he believes he can get rid of Jyunichi, especially since he's got that psychopath Eliza on his side." Maero shrugged, "I don't care what they do. As long as they don't start shit, there won't be shit." Matt shook his head in agreement.
A moment of silence danced between them before Matt opened his mouth, taking a pause from shading. "I know you don't like to talk about this, but do you remember having another sibling?" he solicited, anxious for Maero's feedback. He was soundless, obviously in thought. "I don't remember, but I do have this photo of my parents with me and Alyssa. There is another kid in the picture, but I can't make out who it is." He responded. "That man that owns every freakin' Foreign Power in Stilwater, Alejandro; he told me some wacky shit the other day." Matt divulged. Maero cocked his eyebrow. "Get 'Lyssa in here." He curtly said.
"I already heard you." She replied, walking past the crude tattoo parlor. "Were you eavesdropping?" Maero berated. Alyssa scowled at him. "No, I had to put Nathaniel to bed moron." She retorted irritably. "Calm your horses, babe." Matt snapped, tilting his head for her to sit. She strolled across the room, plopping in the metal chair. "What is it?" she passively asked. Matt put his gun away, rubbing his hands on his jeans. "Look, the other day, Maero and I went over to Foreign Power to check out this car I liked," he paused, Alyssa nodded her head for him to continue, "You know Alejandro Rodriguez -," he was interrupted. "That guy that owns every Foreign Power known to man?" she inquired. "I was getting to that." he reproved.
"Yes, that man. He came up to me and told me that he's your older brother." He revealed. The room grew silent. "You sure he's not trying to kill us?" Alyssa smartly remarked. "Honey, he's got more money than just about anyone in Stilwater, how would murdering you two benefit him?" he snapped back. Alyssa sucked her teeth and mouthed, "Asshole." Maero merely laughed at the two. "Just check this guy out." He pleaded, cleaning up the work area.
There he sat, only in his casual attire; his hands in the pockets of his costly jeans and leaned against his Attrazione. Alyssa and Maero were wary of this foreigner, something that rarely happened. "You Maero?" Alejandro wondered, his reflexive stance never changing. Alyssa and Maero stopped a few feet from the man. Alyssa was overwhelmed at physical familiarity. "It never dawned on me how much alike you two are and your commercials are always on TV." Alyssa observed, attempting to break the ice.
"We all know why we're here. How do I… I mean, WE, know that you're who you say are? I mean, you can say your papers are legit, but you know…" Alyssa stammered, eyeing both Maero and Alejandro. "Look, you can believe this or not. Do you remember that picture of all three of us standing on the porch? That was the last time I ever saw you two." Alejandro blurted, feeling under pressure. The twins glanced at one another, amazed at his knowledge. "I was put into foster care the next day, after Carlos, may Satan torture his soul, knocked the ever loving shit out of mom and turned around and knocked me upside the head."
"Carlos put his hands on you?" Alyssa shouted and her face fuming. "More than once did he hit me. I saw mama a few times before I was taken to another state, I lost contact. Man, I couldn't have been more than eight." he murmured. Maero and Alyssa walked closer to their elder brother, the warm of the atmosphere passing by the second. "Well, you're welcome anytime." Maero acknowledged, shaking hands with the man.