The ride was uneventful and Silver was thankful. He stepped off the train and made his way to the Enterprise hotel. He looked around and sighed. "Where is he?" He muttered.
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He had gone through several positions by the time Silver arrived back in Station Square. Squatting, kneeling, bending over, sitting-even laying on his side proved not to be a painless pose as the sticks nudged against his body. His eyes then latched onto a familiar figure who strode into the hotel. This was it.
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Silas entered the Enterprise by himself. It was not common for him to travel during the day without Jekyll, but he knew this transaction would be quick. He held an orange envelope tightly in his hand, it contained the report of Jon's betrayal and their inability to obtain the memory device.
Fuck, Silas flicked his tongue. It pissed him off to no end that he wasn't able to persuade the brat to give it up. Luckily for him he would have a messenger deliver the report to the Boss. The messenger had not arrived from his observation of the lobby. Could no one do their jobs anymore? He decided to take a seat in a lonely corner of the room away from the patrons. She better arrive soon, or else she will have someone else besides Canstella to deal with.
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This was...not it. If Silas didn't leave soon, he knew the messenger had not arrived yet. He took the risk of waiting for the next female to stride in. He supposed Silver really did get lost, but it was alright. Espio didn't need his help for this.
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Silver was still walking up and down the sidewalk looking for Espio. It seemed pointless since he could be invisible, but he was waiting for Espio to see him and make himself known. He sighed and looked toward the door.
A light haired girl entered the Enterprise urgently. Damn it, she could be reprimanded for this and now she had to hear it from that damn snake.
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Espio burst from the bush and snaked his way in by casually entering through the main door. He saw Silver from the edge of his eye, but his prey was out and this was dire information no one would risk. He'd catch up with Silver later.
The chameleon kept a safe distance from the messenger until she stood in front of the scaly Mafia constituent. He looked annoyed as always.
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"You're late." He calmly stated. The girl didn't move or respond. She fought the urge to defend herself. Silas looked into her heterochromatic eyes. "Why should I give you this if you can't perform the simple task of arriving on time?"
Saima knew she was fucked, first it was Jon who decided to risk everything, including herself since they were friends. Of course, the Mafia knew this it was the reason that she was chosen for this. Second, She had to deal with that bastard of a Boss. This was a punishment for being friends with a defector, she thought bitterly.
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Stop eating shit, Silas, Espio thought as he listened to him lowly reprimand her. The sooner you give her the envelope, the faster our mission can be completed. He wasn't entirely frustrated by this; waiting about an hour on the side didn't weigh him down much, so listening to some small banter didn't bother him. But come ooon.
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"Silence. Of course." He rolled his eyes and then locked his maroon eyes back on to her. "I'm going to give you this envelope and If I hear that it hasn't been delivered in the next hour," he smiled, "Consider yourself a traitor to our organization."
Saima couldn't believe she had one hour to deliver this report. She knew there were obstacles to go through to find Canstella's location. She tried to maintain a neutral face, but she knew Silas wasn't done.
Silver walked into the lobby of the Enterprise and instantly grabbed the attention of Angela. He tried to not seem rude, but he figured he would check the inside discreetly, but it's hard to do that with a chatty human girl waving him over. He gritted his teeth and walked over to her.
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Oh. It seemed that Silver had finally arrived. He was thankful he hadn't gotten lost, and his timing was impeccable. Espio kept his sights locked on the white cat and patterned snake. She could disappear at any moment if he wasn't careful.
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"Hey Silver," Angela smiled. "What brings you here?"
Again? The hedgehog hadn't made up his excuse before he walked in, but he needed to say something quick. "I just came to- see you." He felt a blush creep onto his muzzle. Really, that's what he was going with? Silver looked away to spare himself.
"You're known for your temper, Saima." Silas threw out as he looked away briefly.
"Where's Jon?" Saima stood completely still.
"I don't know where he is." It was the truth, but she didn't expect anyone to believe her especially Silas.
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Even Espio suspected she was lying. Somebody was bound to know where Jon was, moreso in such a close-knit organisation. He glanced over to Silver who started a conversation with the girl at the counter. Warning him discreetly wouldn't be simple.
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Angela stifled a giggle. "Well, it's nice to see you. Nice scarf, by the way." Silver eventually made eye contact again, "Thanks, Angela." He looked at her uniform to try to return the compliment but all he could notice was a necklace she had on. "Um, I like your necklace."
Silas prided himself on being able to read people, but he was getting nowhere with her in this room. He could always question her later at his command. Silas held the orange envelope up, "I told you an hour but now it's more like 50 minutes."
Saima reached for the envelope but Silas snatched it away from her reach. "I like wasting your time, just like how you wasted mine."
Saima cursed mentally. What a fucking prick!
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He needed to warn him. Now. Espio darted towards Silver, turning his head and keeping Saima in his sights before she'd leave. He quickly tugged Silver's scarf in the brief moment they weren't in view. "White cat about to leave-she was talking to Silas. She's holding an orange envelope." He murmured lowly, "We need to go, but keep your distance." He ran back to find her yanking the envelope and taking off. He scurried between bystanders and sped behind her through the door.
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Silver felt a wind run past him and he looked back up at Angela. "I uh-I'll see you around." He tried to act cool, he scanned the room for a white cat before seeing someone leaving through the front door. Silver speed walked out of the building.
She only had 50 minutes to deliver this damn report, fuck that snake. She remembered when he came into the Mafia family and Jon got put on the backburner, running measly errands for the boss while Silas took his usual jobs. No wonder he left, but leaving her to deal with this? Not cool.
Saima's first stop was the Jazz Lounge. At this time of day it wouldn't be too busy, but she had to use the bar phone to get in touch with Samuel. That raccoon always had good information for her to use, he was really her only shot at this. She made her way through the early morning crowds, keeping an iron-clad hold on the report.
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The Jazz Lounge? Espio rarely visited, and only on occasions when Vector would drag him in would he come. He watched as she reached for the phone and frantically dialed a number. There would be no easy way to extract the document from her grip, nor did he want her to get in trouble under any silent wrath Canstella would harbour.
"Saaaaamuel speaking. If you want to sell me something, you can fuck right off and have a nice day."
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"It's Saima. Hey-I don't have a lot of time, but I need to know about-" She discreetly looked around and saw a crazy green-haired hedgehog that was serving a drink to some girl. They were far enough away to not cause an issue, she thought. "I need to know where the Boss is." She kept her voice low and the envelope in plain sight.
Information always cost something in return. Saima knew that better than anyone, but at this point she'd be willing to do just about anything.
Silver saw Saima walk into the Jazz Lounge and decided to stay outside and track her movements. He knew Espio had to be inside watching the cat.
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The raccoon tsked and clicked his claws down on. "Geez, Saima. Sounds like you're in a real rut this time. I'll tell you, but this next weekend, you know exactly what I want. And don't bite this time, okay, sweetie?"
He provided her with major hints, but refrained on full exposure. "You'll need to be fast, doll. Weren't you informed that they'd be moving in the next twenty minutes?" He snickered to himself, he could try to push his luck now. "I have some deets on the next location, but we both know it'll cost you a little more." He yawned slowly.
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Saima looked at the clock and gripped the bar mantle so hard it was causing a slight pain in her knuckles. First, Silas fucks her over, now it was this asshole. What if she couldn't make the location switch in time? As sad as it was to admit, dealing with Samuel and his bullshit would be more tolerable than having the entire Mafia hunting her down. Her dignity, on the other hand, seemed to have gone out the window since she met the raccoon.
"Fine. Just fucking tell me." She set a fist on the envelope, as if someone would swipe it away from her.
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"Attagirl...You know that donut shop right outside of Station Square? There's a warehouse behind it where Canstella pigs out on like fifty boxes on the sweet bagels." Samuel swiped his tongue over his fanged teeth. "There. You've got your info, now don't forget about your part. I can't wait to see what you've got, kitty." He made multiple mocking kissing noises over the phone. He thrived on satisfying his own pleasures whilst making her experience under their organisation abysmal. By his standards, it couldn't be considered abuse. It was all consensual, after all. She needed the information, and he provided. It only made sense that he'd receive something in return.
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Saima cut him off in the middle of his mocking when she hung up the phone. Ugh, she really needed a shower from just the thought of being touched by that pervert. She snatched the envelope and abruptly left the Jazz Lounge by bumping into someone, she didn't care to look back to see who it was. The donut shop could easily be accessible by foot, she would have to be fast, though.
Silver spotted the white cat again and watched as she ran towards the direction of Station Square park. After his many walks through the trails he knew that would lead her to the edge of town.
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Damn, he was glad his invisibility didn't wear off when coming in contact with people. He followed the feline, fast on his feet, knowing she wouldn't have much time. How long did Canstella usually stay on his hideouts? They'd spend a few hours to maybe a week at a single base to stay hidden if they hadn't already bribed the police in the area. A lot of protection and blackmailing also kept everyone from trying to interfere with their operations.
Espio sighed at the memory of Tails on the roof and grimaced at the moments with Silas. Why did they have to pick him?