Description: Crawford bribes Schön.
lucre \LOO-kuhr\, noun:
Monetary gain; profit; riches; money; - often in a bad sense.
"You see, Schön, it's the perfect opportunity to earn a little lucre on the side," Crawford said to the blond woman. The two were in the the lobby of Takatori's office building, tucked away in a quiet, dim alcove. She crossed her arms and appeared as if she were mulling over Crawford's scheme.
"It's a lot of money, but Masafumi wouldn't like it."
"Yes, but it would benefit Masafumi in the long run. Think about him and your sisters during all this. I'm asking something very simple. No one need know we even had this conversation."
Her brow furrowed; she finally nodded. "Fine. We could use the money to fund our research. I want the full amount by..."
"It's already in your account," Crawford said before casually walking off.
Schön felt the punch to her jaw and resisted fighting back. She stumbled backwards when the Siberian hit her stomach. Again, she restrained herself. And again, he attacked with a guttural growl.
The Siberian stopped his onslaught. Schön was grateful. She didn't look around the darkened back yard of Masafumi's mansion. She knew her sisters were occupied elsewhere with other Weiss.
"Why aren't you fighting back?" Siberian asked, panting. His question was tinged with anger and suspicion. She chuckled knowing he should be suspicious. "What are you laughing at?"
"You'll see soon enough."
"Well, I won't fight you unless you fight back!" he snarled, lowering his fists.
"How noble of you," Crawford said, appearing from behind a tall hedge. "Thanks, Schön. I'll take it from here."
"Just make sure you give him a few good scars before you polish him off."
"Don't worry about that, Schön. We have a special plan for him," Crawford lofted a gun. The Siberian glowered, but didn't lift his hands in surrender just yet. "Thanks for baiting him. Time for you to rejoin your sisters."
Schön gave the Siberian a smug look over her shoulder before jogging off to assist Tot.