Chapter 10: End of a Partnership
A few hours after Pyrrha was poisoned by Mimicker and then cured by Carzon; the group of eight was standing around Pyrrha's hospital bed. Her normal battle attire was switched out with a light green hospital gown. On either side of her was an IV and life support system, both of which were hooked up to her. The group silently stared at the sleeping form of Pyrrha with a mixture of disbelieve and sorrow.
A few moments before hand, a doctor gave them both good news and bad news. The good news was that Pyrrha was going to survive, all because of Carzon, although the medical staff didn't know that fact. The bad news, however, was that the shock to her system caused by the venom wrecking havoc on her body and she slip into a coma. The worse part of that news was that the doctor didn't know how long she'll be in it. After giving them his condolences and promising that the hospital would do everything in their power to help her, the doctor left to give them some privacy.
The remaining members of Team JNPR were devastatingly crushed by the news, especially Jaune who was trying to hold himself together but looked close to breaking down. And despite only knowing her for less than a day, Sydney, Akeiro, and Carzon shared the same pain as the team. Even the twins felt dreadful for Pyrrha and bowed their heads respectably at the comatose warrior.
Carzon bowed his head in shame.
"This is our fault." Carzon said with a sob.
Ren was the first jump to his defense. "Don't say that, if it wasn't for you she wouldn't be alive right now."
"But if we weren't here, you lot wouldn't have been in danger and she wouldn't be like this." Akeiro argued fiercely. "If we didn't have almost every crazy lunatic in the galaxy gunning after us, then none of you wouldn't have been at risk!"
Jaune stared at them with a frown. "Look, no one could blame you two for this, it's not you guy's fault that bad guys are after you two."
"But despite that, every time one of them shows up, innocent people end up getting stuck in the crossfire." Carzon retorted. "That's why we think it's time."
"Time? Time for what?" Sydney asked.
"Time for me and Carzon to hit the road by ourselves." Akeiro's answered.
Everyone stared at them, stunned by their decision.
"What do you mean?!" Sydney asked in disbelieve.
"What I'm saying is that me and Carzon need to travel solo for now on." Akeiro explained, much to Sydney's displeasure and shock.
"But...you two barely know where to go and how to act in public!" Sydney pointed out. "It's not safe for either of you to go out by yourselves."
Carzon lower his gaze until he was looking at the floor. "It's true, neither of us knows anything about the geography of this world or the customs of humans, and we might get caught by the government sooner other than later." Carzon looked back up at Sydney with a solemn look in his eye. "We appreciate everything you've done for us these last few months, but if doing this means that no one will go down with us, then so be it."
"And let's face it; we knew that this day was going to happen eventually." Akeiro said with a shrug.
Sydney silently gaped at them, unable to find any words to say to the alien twins that made her life interesting for half a year.
Militia felt pity for Carzon, knowing that this decision couldn't have been easy for either of them to make. She was so deep in thought, wishing that there was something she could do, that she almost didn't feel the tapping on her shoulder. Quickly turning around, Militia saw that it was Jaune, with a small smile, which was tapping her shoulder.
"What is it?" Militia irritated asked him, more than a bit peeved that he interrupted her thoughts. If he noticed her irritation, he didn't show it as Ren and Nora watched the two.
"Listen, we want to say thank you for helping us out there today. We really appreciate it." Jaune told her and Melanie.
"If you didn't come when you did, Mimicker would have killed us all and taken both Carzon and Akeiro with him." Ren added.
"Yeah!" Nora cheered. "Since you saved our bacon, which makes us best friends forever!"
The Malachite twins could only stare at them, Militia with a blank look and Melanie with annoyance.
"Friends? Like we would ever be friends with a bunch a dweebs." Melanie said cruelly, making Nora's expression sink.
"Then why help us at all?" Ren asked them with a frown.
"We just wanted to save Carzon and kill that bastard before anything happened to my darling. The fact that you guys ended up being helped by us was pure coincidence." Militia explained with a stern expression.
"And the only reason I was there was because a certain SOMEONE decided to literally drag me out of bed." Melanie quickly added, showing that she didn't really care whether or not Carzon was safe.
Militia rolled her eyes. "Will you shut up about-" Just then, Militia's legs weakly wobbled and the red dressed Malachite twin fell forward, the adrenaline from before finally leaving her and sapping what little strength she had left. Out of reflex, Carzon caught her and held her in her arms, giving her a worried look.
"Are you alright Militia?" Carzon asked her, making sure he had a strong enough grip on her so she doesn't slip off him and end up spilling onto the floor. Militia smiled at his concern for her safety.
"I'll be alright; I didn't get any sleep last night. That's all." Militia told him.
"What do you mean, 'didn't get any sleep last night?'" Melanie demanded. "What were you doing last nigh-"
The twin of Militia stopped when she realized something. "You didn't come back last night, did you?" Melanie's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she examined her sister.
Militia looked ashamed as she nodded. "No, I didn't get back until morning. That's when I saw Mimicker leaving the building." Militia admitted.
Melanie's glare intensified as her body language that showed her aggravation.
"You idiot!" Melanie hissed at Militia. "Don't you realize how important sleep is, especially right before we go into a dangerous situation like today? If Mimicker wasn't preoccupied and went after us first, you might've been killed because you decided to stay up all night and was doing Oum knows what in town!"
At this point, Militia looked very ashamed and close to breaking down. Seeing her like this, Carzon decided to play mediator before anything gets out of hand. "Please stop yelling at her. I know that she made a bad decision by going into a fight like this, but getting angry at her now won't solve anything." Carzon said as he tried to calm her down. In response. Melanie rounded on him and sneered.
"You stay the hell out of this Tin Can!" Melanie growled angrily. "This is as much your fault as it is hers, if she didn't get the pitiful notion that you and her can be anything together, then she wouldn't have but herself in harm's way just to save your metal ass!" Melanie stomped up to him and leveled her finger to his eye. "So do both me and Miltia a favor, and stay away from my sister you red eyed piece of-" Melanie yelped when Akeiro gripped her wrist and yanked her to him, his blue eye glaring into her green eyes.
"Don't...you...dare finish that sentence." Akeiro said threateningly. Everyone held their breath as the two glared into each other's eye(s). Melanie clicked her teeth and yanked her arm out of the Xylite's iron grip and headed towards the door.
"Let's go Militia, we need to get back before the others get suspicious." Melanie told her sister, who followed behind. Melanie stopped right before the door and motioned her sister through the door. Once Militia was out, the white dress wearing Malachite twin threw a sideways glance towards the two brothers.
"If you two are going to leave, then make it quick. And remember...stay away from my sister." After she said her piece, Melanie walked out of the room and went to find her sister.
Team JNPR and Sydney stared at the door way while Carzon was shifting from sad disbelieve to shooting disapproving looks at Akeiro, upset that Akeiro grabbed Melanie like that.
"Well." Jaune finally commented, cutting through the deafening silence. "That escalated quickly."
All the conscious people in the room turned their attention to Jaune, giving him blank looks that clearly said 'Now was not the time for that commented.
"What?" Jaune asked in confusion.
-The Tartarus Club, at the same time-
Roman stared blankly at the small TV in the hidden office of the club, watching the local news as it reported what happened at the Fun Town Amusement Park during noon. The news report began with the reporter talking about how the Aquarium's food court was found destroyed by what looked like a large wild animal and some explosions.
"Heh, looks like someone had fun today." Roman said with a relaxed chuckle as he leaned back on his chair and kicks his feet up on the desk. His good mood would soon be dashed by what the reporter says next.
"On the scene, police has found what looks like a metallic based one piece suit lying within one of the craters. Currently, the authorities don't know what to make of it, but they assured us that they'll get to the bottom of this."
During the report, a picture of the suit in question was shown on screen. It barely took a second for Roman to recognize the odd piece of clothing and knew who it belonged to. The crime boss sighed and rubbed his face.
"And like every other imbecile that I recruit on this shit world, Mimicker failed." Roman said, too used to these failures to be angry. "Can't say that I didn't see this coming. Its days like these that I wish we could have brought the White Fang with us or I had Neo by my side. Even though the White Fang is filled with filthy animals in clothing, at least they could get the job done most of the time...until Red and her damned team started to interfere that is. And Neo...she is the best partner I ever had." Roman reminisced fondly, remembering how much easier things were back home compared to Earth before scowling.
"But now I have to deal with useless hacks who has these amazing abilities but are too stupid to kill a bunch of kids. Now that I think of it, this whole damn world is full of useless people in general!" Roman quickly stood up and kicked the chair that he was sitting on to the side of the room in frustration. "And in the name of Monty, I'm sick of this damn place! I swear that the next person that disturbs me is going to get shoot!" Roman declared in rage.
As if on cue, Junior opens the door and looks around frantically.
"Is everything alright in here?!"" Junior asked worriedly. "I thought I heard something crashing and-" Junior was interrupted by Roman lifting up his can and aiming it at Junior's head, a cold glare in the orange haired man's eyes and he fingered the trigger.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" Junior said frantically as he back away from the barrel of the cane gun with his hand up. "The hell are you doing?! I'm on your side!"
"Are you now?" Roman asked coolly. "Or perhaps you're actually Mimicker who's crawling back to me like a worm after failing to do a simple task just like the others nimrods of this world."
Junior started to sweat. "I swear to Oum I'm not him Roman!" Junior cried out, his heart racing as he looked down the gun barrel.
Roman glared at Junior as he considered whether or not to believe the man in front of him. After a few moments he lowered his cane, much to Junior's relieve.
"Very well, I'll believe you...for now at least." Roman told Junior as the bearded bartender tried to lower his heart rate back to normal. "Since you're obviously up here for something, what do you want?"
Junior immediately straightened up. "I was wandering if you've seen Militia or Melanie at all today?"
Roman rolled his eyes. "No Junior, I haven't seen those two since last night." Roman answered. "Why are you bothering me about your employees?"
"It's just that I haven't seen them all day. I looked everywhere for them." Junior explained.
Roman hummed as he shifted through the information that Junior just told him. "Hmm...while that is indeed odd, I'm not their babysitter so it's not really my problem." Roman informed Junior, much to his dismay. Just then, both Roman and Junior felt like they were being watched.
"Oh but Roman, I do believe that it IS your problem." A voice said echoed all around them, making it difficult to locate the source. Junior and Roman tensed as they looked around the room for whoever was talking but with no luck.
"Who said that?! Show yourself!" Junior demanded.
"Whoever I am is not important right now, nor is it time to show myself to you two." The voice stated. "But what is important is that your group is a victim to betrayal." This statement shocked the two criminals.
"Betrayed! By who?!" Roman asked, already feeling a headache brewing deep within his mind.
"The one's that has shown their true colors are the two female twins in your employ." The voice answered.
"WHAT?!" Junior yelled in rage at the stranger's audacity to even suggest that his two top bodyguards would do something as heinous as betray them out of the blue.
"It's as I told you little Junior, the Malachite twins as aligned themselves with your enemies and had a hand in Mimicker's demise." The voice echoed.
The hidden person's words hung over the Remnant born criminals like a poisonous miasma, threatening to choke them with its presence. True to his earlier feeling, Roman felt a fierce pounding in his head.
"Alright, "Mr. Mysterious." Roman said with an edge to his tone "If we decided to humor you and willing to believe that out "dear" Militia and Melanie are traitors, what prove do you have to back up your claim?"
For several seconds, the mysterious man's voice didn't answer, making both Roman and Junior think that the man was lying to them. Then, from out of nowhere, an envelope fell from the ceiling and landed right in front of Roman. The two criminal's heads snapped upwards to find where it was dropped from, but found nothing. Roman then looked at the envelope with suspicion and tentatively grabbed it and held it to the lights to check for traps.
What he saw was silhouettes of what he assumes were photos. Roman lowered the envelope until it was level to his chest.
'Well, here goes nothing.' Roman thought before he reluctantly opened the envelope and quickly flipped it upside down then gave it a shake, letting the photos drop to the desk. One look at what the photos held made Roman's blood boil. The photos showed the images of Melanie and Militia helping Team JNPR and the Aliens from different angles, one even showing Carzon healing Pyrrha.
'Why those treacherous little harlots!' Roman said with an ugly sneer, making Junior worried as he approached the pictures, gasping in horror when they showed that the voice was right about them.
"No...this can't be. Not them." Junior said in anguish, feeling despair at the turn of events.
"I'm afraid that it is true." The voice rang with a small hint of sympathy.
Junior despair quickly into rage as he roar and thrust his fist into the pictures, shattering the desk and almost hitting Roman with wooden shrapnel.
"Alright then, I think you've made your point." Roman said to the stranger as Junior breathed heavily, his face turning red. "And since we're all buddies now, how about telling us who the hell you are?"
"I am but a man." The voice told them vaguely. "And now that all I had to say had been said, I shall leave you to be. But before I go, I shall leave you my card."
A second after he said that, a card fell onto Roman's lap. "If you have any need for me, you have my number.
Roman picked up the card and examined it. True to his word, the card had a phone number written on it. But the thing that interested Roman more was the fact that there was a pitch black cross with a skull over top of it.
"What tacky design you have here." Roman said out loud, trying to get a rise out of the hidden man. To his dismay, the man didn't reply at all. "Must have already left." Roman surmised. By this time, Junior managed to calm down slightly, but still felt some lingering rage.
"So what the hell are we supposed to do now?" Junior growled. "Not only are we now two people short, and were now even more outnumbers, but those two bitches might have told those brats where we are!"
Roman hummed in thought. "Your right, we are in a bit of a pickle now." Roman admitted. "So we might have to get out of here before they come after our heads, with just the two of us verses all of them, I'm not quite satisfied with our chances."
Junior threw his arms up and cursed worse then a sailor, looking like he wanted to punch something else until he had a thought.
"Hold on, wasn't that Nikos brat injured in the photos that man brought us?" Junior asked Roman.
"Yes, one of the only good things any of the idiots did for us. What of it?" Roman asked impatiently, not in the mood to discuss useless information they already knew.
"If she's in the hospital, wouldn't her team want to stick by her side for now?" Junior continued his line of questions. "So they wouldn't be able to attack us for now."
Roman took a moment to mull around Junior's words in his head, smirking after a moment. "I do believe your right, and obviously the traitor wouldn't want to blow their cover and would no doubt try to return to us." At this point, Junior had a matching smirk on his face.
"And they wouldn't have any idea that we knew that they helped our enemies." Junior stated. "Which means that we can ambush them when they walk through the door."
Unable to help himself, Roman chuckled darkly. "Junior, we might be able to salvage this yet." Roman told him, the both of them starting to plan their attack on the twins.
On the streets of Detroit, the Malachite twins were making their way towards the Tartarus Club and were in the middle of discussing a cover story to give to Roman and Junior as to why they were gone for so long. The sun was starting to dip towards the west horizon.
"Okay, so we should just tell them that we went grocery shopping and they'll most likely believe it." Melanie told her sister her ideal cover up story.
Militia simply rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the story. "Oh yes, because they'll definitely that we went to the grocery store when we have no bags of food with us." Militia said sarcastically, poking holes in Melanie's tale.
"Well I don't see you coming up with anything!" Melanie snapped at her red clothed sister.
"I could have come up with a something a bit more believable then that!" Militia argued.
They were so preoccupied with their argument, that they almost didn't realize that they made it back to the club until they past it. Shaking their head to get clear their minds, they head towards the door and noticed that it was wide open.
'Something...doesn't feel right.' Melanie thought to herself as she and Militia carefully walked through the doorway to the dimly-lit bar. Before they could question why it was so dark in there, they heard the front door slam shut. They turn around to see that Junior was next to the door, the little bit of light in the room casting a shadow over Junior's face.
"Oh Junior, it's just you." Militia said in relief. Junior walked towards them slowly, the lit slowly showing his stern glare.
"Oh crap!" Militia said nervously under her breath.
"Let me handle this." Melanie whispered to her sister. "So you're probably wandering what we were doing out for so long. You see what happened was-"
"Save it." Junior said in a low growl reaching into his pocket and pulling out several photos. "Don't think that we wouldn't find out what you traitors did!" The information broker tossed the photos at their feet. The twins looked down and were shocked to see that the pictures showed them working alone side Team JNPR, Carzon and Akeiro, and Sydney.
"But...how?" Melanie asked, wondering how they were found out so easily.
"That's actually a funny story." Roman said from the top of the stairs with a croaked smile, blocking the only other way out of the room. "I was contemplating how useless everyone on this world was when I saw that Mimicker had lost on the news when Junior here came into my office, asking if I say you two. When I told him no, some man that was somehow able to hide in my office told us you two had betrayed us." Junior twitched angrily at the memory.
"Of course we were skeptical at first, what possible prove did he have for his seemingly outrageous allegations?" Roman asked rhetorically, spreading his arms wide. "When we asked him for said prove, he drops those photos in front of me from nowhere and low and behold, here we are now."
"And you two have no idea how pissed I am and how much I want to make you pay with your lives!" Junior growled, grabbing his bazooka club from the wall and held it lazily to his side.
The twins knew they were in a sticky situation and that they needed to proceed with caution to hopefully get out of it.
"Hold on, we can explain what went down." Melanie said in desperation, knowing that they weren't in any shape to take Junior and Roman down. "Just listen and-"
"ENOUGH!" Junior yelled, gripping his weapon hard. "Our partnership is OVER! Consider your contracts terminated...with extreme prejudice."
"Any ideas?" Militia whispered worriedly, afraid that this could possibly be the end of them.
"I'm working on it." Melanie whispered back, racking her brain for a way out of here. They were running out of seconds as Junior, staring coldly at them with his gray eyes, raises his club over head.
"When you see that creepy octopus son-of-a-bitch in Hell, tell him that Hei Xiong said hello." Junior told them before swinging his club downwards.
Thinking fast, Melanie pushes Militia away and sidesteps the blunt weapon, which missed her by an inch and smashed into the floor, shattering the tiles underneath. Without a hint of hesitation, Melanie brought down her bladed heel onto Junior's club hand, the blade completely going through his hand and anchored itself into the tile flooring, forcing the larger man to his knees. Junior's howl of pain sounded like a pleasant melody to her ears
"YOU BITCH!" Junior roared/cried out. Before he could attempt to get her off his hand, she spun around on her anchored bladed heel, electing another howl of pain as said heel drilled a hole through his hand, and used her free heel blade to slice Junior's throat.
Junior's eyes widened, gripping his throat desperately as Melanie leapt off his hand and picked up Militia, giving her former employer a blank stare.
"Consider this our resignation." Melanie coldly told him. Hei "Junior" Xiong, longtime club owner and leader or his criminal organization, dropped to the ground in front of the twins as single tear dropping from his eye after he drew his final pain filled breath. "And tell that squid bastard that the Malachite twins send their regards." Melanie finished, a puddle of blood starting to pool around Junior's head.
As the twins stared at the body of their former boss, momentarily forgetting that they weren't alone while Roman also stared at Junior's body with an unreadable expression.
'And with that, the last competent person under my employ is gone.' Roman thought in irritation, swinging his cane around before leaning it over his shoulder.
"Well look at what you've done now." Roman said loudly enough to remind the Malachite twins that he was still there and still a threat. "Now it looks like our group of four dropped to one."
Melanie glared with into Roman's eyes. "Are you going to try your luck with us now?" Melanie demanded. "If you do, I won't hesitate to end you like I did Junior."
Roman smiled cockily and aimed the end of his cane at them, the bottom opening and the scope flipping up.
"I would like to see you try." Roman taunted them.
The twins and Roman quietly stared each other off, body's tense as they waited for the other to make the first move.
'This isn't good.' Melanie thought in worry. 'I can't fight and worry about Militia at the same time, not in her condition. Plus neither of us have a ranged weapon, so charging at him would be suicide.' Militia spared a worried glance at her sister from the corner of her eye, her thoughts similar to her sisters. Melanie noticed her sister's worried look and offered her a small smile that told Militia that she's got this. The white dress then glares back at Roman and breaths hard through her nose.
'I guess that there's only one thing to do.' Melanie thought as she prepared to execute her plan, by strengthening her grip on her sister and making a mad dash towards that door.
Seeing his chance to end them, Roman took a few shots at them while their backs were turned towards him. To the bowler hat wearing criminal's dismay, all his shots missed by a few mere inches, some hitting the wall, and floor while one stray shot almost hit Junior's body. With an annoyed grunt, Roman leapt off the stairs and started to pursue them as they made it through the door.
Once outside, the twins dashed towards a random direction as fast as their legs could take them, more worried about getting away from the area then where they were going. By the time Roman made it outside, the twins were gone without a trace. It became very evident to Roman as he twisted his head around in a desperate attempt to find them, unable to find hide or hair of them.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!" Roman cursed in frustration. "HOW COULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN AWAY SO EASILY!?" Roman seethed for a few moments before collecting his cool. "No doubt that they'll go to their new friends and lead them right to me...looks like I need to fly, fast."
Roman reached into his pocket and fished out a small, solid black cellphone. The instant it was in his hand, he went through his speed dial list and selected the name of the person he desperately needed to talk to at the moment. Roman tapped his feet on the asphalt for what felt like an eternity.
"This is Diavolo, who is this?" Diavolo answered three seconds after Roman dialed him.
"This is Roman, I need to talk to-" Roman started with urgency in his tone.
"Are you in a secure area?" Diavolo interrupted Roman mid-sentence.
"Well no, I'm right outside the Tartarus club." Roman said through gridded teeth with as much patience he could muster so he didn't snap at Diavolo.
"Go back inside before we say anything else." Diavolo instructed. Roman rolled his eyes but does so anyway, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. The crime boss went through the door of the club and walked over Junior's corpse and continued walking until he was in the middle of the large room.
"Alright, I'm inside the club now." Roman told Vincenzo's main driver.
"Good, now what do you need?" Diavolo asked.
"Some shit went down and I need somewhere to hide." Roman explained. "Were is your boss now?"
Roman's eyes twitched when he heard Diavolo aggravated sigh. "What did you do?" The driver asked in a exasperated tone. The bowler hat wearing man resisted the urge to yell obscenities at man for the implication.
"First off, it wasn't my fault; it was those traitorous Malachite whores. Secondly, they escaped before we could silence them and managed to take Junior out." Roman explained, the stress of everything that happened starting to make him testy. "And now they're most likely on their way to tell their new buddies where I am!"
"I see, interesting." was Diavolo's reply, filing that information for later. "While I am glad you told us that as soon as you could, Mr. Acerbi is currently in a meeting and can't talk right this second. You'll have to call him la-"
Roman raised an eye in confusion when Diavolo's stopped abruptly and the sound of someone jerking the phone out if his hand.
"What is it?" Vincenzo asked rudely.
"Oh good you're here." Roman stated, feeling glad for the first time since before he and Junior learned of the twin's betrayal. "Listen, I need help getting away from here, the twins-"
"Don't bother explaining Roman." Vincenzo interrupted. "I already know what happened over there and I'm going to have Diavolo pick you up and bring you somewhere safe."
Roman felt relieve flowing through him. "That's a relief, but how did you find out about what happened?" Roman couldn't help but asked with curiosity.
"It doesn't matter how I know, I have my ways." Vincenzo said with an edge to his tone. "And don't bother asking Diavolo about it, he won't say a thing about it. Am I clear?"
Roman felt a twinge of the same fear he felt every time Cinder would make a off handed threat towards him. "I read you loud and very clear." Roman said, knowing not to push his luck.
"Good, and before I get off of here, I wanted to let you know that I'll be out of town for a very important meeting with a very beneficial friend." The Italian crime boss explained, though the way he said friend suggested that the so called friend was a nice way of saying, "Someone that is too important enough now to kill." "So if you get into trouble, I won't be able to pull you're skinny ass out of the fire."
"Alright, I understand." Roman stated. "Though I must ask, who are you meeting with?"
"That's none of your business Roman." Vincenzo said with a threatening tone. "Remember; don't screw up while I'm gone." With that Vincenzo hung up, leaving a confused Roman to wonder what that was about.
Throughout all this a man wearing a jacket that was on a building overlooking the club went unnoticed, said man's jacket billowing in the wind. The watcher had been hiding in the shadow of the building and looking down at the bar since he initially made contact with Roman and Junior and told them about the twin's acts of betrayal. He had watched as Melanie and Militia ran out of the building and ran down a random street, followed by Roman ten seconds later. The man couldn't help but feel amusement as the Remnant born criminal grew frustrated at losing trace of the two young ladies and pulled out a cell phone, dialing an unknown party.
"That's not what I expected to happen when I told them about the twins." The mysterious figure told himself a hint of amusement leaving his lips as Roman walked back into the club while talking to someone on the phone, presumably to get more privacy as he spoke. "But my main objective has been fulfilled; soon Torchwick will undoubtedly call for my aid. And once that happens, and those meddlesome teens and the Xylite are out of the way, I will be able to seek you out and we can final finish what we started...Edward."
The man pulls out a photo of Edward Charles holding Violet without her hat on, both of them were smiling. He examines the photo for several moments, focusing his attention at Edward's happy face before he pocketed it and walks away, ready to set off the next part of his plan.