"What was the last word on the dogs?" Aaron seemed utterly relaxed. His legs were propped up on a perfectly finished wooden desk. He was looking better than his previous state of grunge. He wore a dark suit and a white dress shirt with the top few buttons undone. He casually gauged ruts into the side of the desk with a large pocket knife, not caring much as he tore apart the expensive piece of furniture.
"Not sure. They should be here soon." The response made him smile. There didn't seem to be anything pleasant about it though. His teeth were perfectly straight and white, his lips were just as appealing, but still there was no kindness in the expression. His mind was wondering on the thought of the information he would soon receive. He wasn't the sort of man who liked to wait. He was a man of action. A man of promised and movement. He didn't sit around and let the world move around him. He was the one to lead the hunting party. He had a job to complete. This time it was a personal vendetta. The wrong people had stepped in line.
The door to the office Aaron and his two men resided in swung open and a smiling man walked through with a woman on his arm. His expression quickly darkened as he found his visitors. Aaron easily stood up, pocketing the knife as he did.
"Mr. DeFerre, I was worried you wouldn't meet with me."
The man was clearly Italian, with olive skin and dark hair. He didn't look like the normal stereotyped mobster. He was young. Seemingly too young to be heading a major crime organization. Early twenties.
"I didn't know I had a meeting to attend." His chin inclined slightly as he surveyed the people before him. He waved the woman off and she obediently slipped out the door and away. "I'd be better inclined to talk to you if you told me who you were."
Aaron smiled again, adjusting the way the jacket lay over his shoulders. "Names don't mean anything. I'm here to discuss the matter of a certain person residing in your pack."
Arcturus DeFerre smiled vaguely and tilted his head. "Pack? You've lost me." All he received was a laugh as Aaron approached. "That secret you've got. You and your band of brothers. Think you're the only ones? Think a wolf is the only form people take?" He caught the surprise in Acrturus' eyes. He gave himself away. "I see you understand me now Mr. DeFerre. Now. I've still got a question that needs answered."
"If you have a similar," Arcturus paused as he searched for a word to properly fit the sentence. "Ability to myself, you should know well enough that I don't sell my people out." He stepped forward as the door clicked open. His men were soon behind him, four of them. "This is Chicago. Not the country you're from. And there's something you should know about us." He was looking more and more like a leader as his support fell in behind him, following him with each step he took. "We're not some little band of kids who thought they'd play a game and chase their damn tails." His eyes narrowed slightly. "We've got numbers, and we've got loyalties, in our world and the human side. You better be certain that you understand the step you're taking when you threaten one of mine. When you do that, you're taking all of us on, you understand that?"
Aaron didn't stumble the slightest bit. He wasn't ruffled. He didn't even look slightly weary at the idea of being out numbered. He kept the same calm smile as he replied and casually stepped past the five men. "I welcome your threat Mr. DeFerre, but I assure you, I'm not an enemy you want. However, if that's what you're after you've received it. Have a good day gentlemen, but next time I come back, I'm taking Jacob Black with me."