"So…let me get this straight…" reddened fingers brushed back auburn strands of hair, tinting them crimson, "There is someone else there, besides himself?" the man asked, completely skeptical. On the tape he was viewing, his nephew was sitting on his couch, speaking into the air. He always knew the boy was weird, so the fact that he was doing this did not surprise him. He had asked his little errand boys to tell him when something interesting where to happen in that house. This was all but.
"Y-Yes. Sir if you p-pay closer attention to the screen there is a slight shimmer in the film and if you s-stare at it long enough, you can see a person!" The man of only twenty years stammered as he saw his boss cleaning his stained hands, examining the tape with clear doubt of interesting info. Info that he had brought, and his boss didn't seem too happy about yet. A similar situation had been reported the previous day, and it was that situation that had made those stains on his hands appear.
The older man in the room sighed and relieved his position on the chair to examine the footage more closely. He was about to withdraw his blade from his coat pocket, perhaps to cut the young being behind him to pieces. And then he saw it, that shimmer on the couch. The moment he considered that there might in fact be an existence inside that shimmer, he could clearly see a blonde haired man writing and then his nephew reply. His eyebrows intertwined what had he just witnessed? Someone's existence that he was sure was not there, suddenly appearing before him? "I take it this is the same man that my nephew picked up yesterday? The one that you're…comrade," he smirked and flicked the damp handkerchief, red dots flung to the floor, "reported to me and I did not believe him?"
"Y-Yes sir!" The younger man began pressing his palms together, anxiety growing within him. His boss surely saw him this time didn't he? He jumped when the other's chuckling began to reverberate around the walls surrounding them, "Well, well! It seems I made a mistake in disposing of him then!" The man rose, knocking down the chair behind him with the sudden movement. He paid no mind and turned around to face his subordinate, "And it seems when I pushed my nephew out of my line of interest, I also made a mistake. Even though I don't know what I just witnessed and even more so don't know what it entails, I would like you to spread around that Gilbert Bielshmidt and his little translucent friend are to be put under much closer watch." The auburn haired man said as he walked closer to the younger, whose form was quivering from what he presumed was fear.
"Yes sir!" The shaking form squeaked and did his best to hold still while under such close scrutiny of his higher up. His body obeyed a bit more when a small smile spread across the other's lips.
"How about, yes sir mister Edelstein?" He said softly as he placed a finger underneath his subordinate's chin and tilted his head up towards him. He laughed lightly when he received, "Yes sir mister Edelstein!" in response. "Dismissed." He said slowly as he turned away. As he trudged over to the phone on his desk, taking extra care to step over the puddle of blood as to not mess up his shoes, he listened to the quick footsteps of the younger man whose name always seemed to slip from his memory. He picked up the phone and dialed the number of the person he desired to speak with, he raised it to his ear and listened to three rings patiently. And then an answer, "This is Ludwig Bielshmidt." He suppressed a chuckle, he knew that tone well, the one of his other nephew. The one that was stern and direct, even though he was only nineteen he took on the voice of a thirty year old.
"Ah Ludwig! How nice to hear your voice!" A much larger smile formed when he could hear a shuddering breath in the receiver, and then he took on a slightly pouting voice, "Aw, what's the matter Ludwig? Not happy to hear from good old Uncle Roderich? By the way, how's the drug cartel business going for you? From what I've heard not to well, I do hope you're not making enemies!" And then the tone grew very dark and coated in threat, "You know how dangerous it is to make enemies in this business." And then back to his first tone, faux happiness. "Now cmon Ludwig you know better than to be rude and leave me to all the talking!" There was silence for a shirt while and then,
"Why did you call me. Straight answer." Roderich smiled, there it was again. That direct tone. But now it was time for him to be just as direct if not more so, "You're brother. It seems he has piqued my interest. In fact it's funny he-"
"Do not speak of my brother!" Roderich winced and held the phone a bit away from his ear when he received such a loud interruption. His lips groaned as his smile grew larger, of course. He had forgotten that Ludwig's older sibling actually meant something to him. How the younger sibling had gone into such a dangerous business just to keep the older safe, safety that he wanted mostly to keep from the dangers of his own Uncle. And how his Uncle had no desire in laying a harmful finger on either of them once Ludwig had joined "the business". Ludwig was too precious an asset he could one day use. Of course he had subordinates watch Gilbert in case he where to do something to cause him to take interest in his younger relative. And what his Uncle had just seen had certainly caused interest.
"Now Ludwig, "he said in the same way a teacher might begin to softly scold a student, "you know that I wouldn't dream of harming my dear nephew. Unless of course-"
"No! There is no unless! Leave him alone he has NOTHING to do with this!" His nephew's voice grew louder when a nearly deafening laughter erupted from his throat. Ludwig growled into the line, "If you touch him, you-"
All laughter stopped as Roderich interrupted, "You will what? Come after me? Cut my throat? What can you possibly threaten ME with? I could go over to him right now and tear him to pieces if I wanted to! But as of now he has only tweaked my interest, not enough for me to even give him a little kick to the shin! But you listen here Ludwig, the next time if you're brother does something really interesting he's mine! And you will finally come over to good ole Uncle Roderich's side, begging for FORGIVENESS!" he spat into the device and slammed it down. He ran his fingers through his hair and paced the outside perimeter of his desk, laughter rumbling through his chest. He gripped the corners of the cherry wood furniture and whispered, "You will come to me Ludwig. And believe you me; you will hand over every last penny you have earned the past year! If I would've known you would have the most thriving drug cartel I would've had you on my side in a second. But right now…you're too lenient on his side." His fingernails began to dig into the furnishing of the desk, "And even though I hate to admit it…he has just a couple more connections than me and until you are on my side I can't start the war that I've wanted to start for more than ten years now." He would have kidnapped Gilbert long ago to lure Ludwig to his side, but he knew that way too much trouble could arise from that. Even though he had the connections, the ability to erase the fact that Gilbert Bielshmidt even existed, it wasn't worth it. Roderich hung his head and whispered, "I am a patient man, and there is no need to take my nephew hostage as of yet. However, if he begins to do more…rather interesting things that might show that he has some use in this; I will find no choice but to take action and use him to get hold of his brother. And to finally start a war with that damn Ivan Braginski."