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"Tonight, he'll be put in a situation that will determine whether he's an ally or an enemy. If he wants to join what I'm brewing, he'll show up tomorrow and play his role. If not, he can enjoy the fall of his legacy as the Forbidden steal every strand of power he carries. With or without Willow's blessings."
"You're tired of his games." Neo said it like fact.
"I'm tired of him paying for more time in this game called Life," Dimitris whispered. "But if he's hiding something we're unaware of, it's about time we unraveled that present of vital information and see if he's worth the expense of this operation."
That was good enough for me, as it was for the rest of us in the car.
We were only a block away from our destination, and it was time to get into our roles.
"Ready to show them why we're Forbidden Fruit?" The way Dimitris stated the question emphasized the shift in his tone as a darker, more sinister voice leaked off his controlled voice.
"This is going to be fun," Saint hummed.
"Let loose," Jayce encouraged with a slight smile.
"It's all fun and games until a bullet plunges into one's brains," Neo practically hummed. "Save some. I can probably sneak in a painting afterward."
Saint laughed. "Want me around?"
"Sometimes I wonder whether you enjoy Neo's painting sessions more than he does," Jayce noted, not sounding the least bit disgusted.
"When I can't party on the dancefloor after a good raid, hearing a bit of agonizing torture is the next best thing to heavy metal funk," Saint replied. "But to answer, no one gets as much joy as Neo."
"Accurate," Neo replied. "Showtime."
I was positive that was my cue to make the call, and I had a cold smirk on my lips. It was time to reap the thrilling rewards of being an assassin.
Time to be Roberto's saving grace.
3
Prepare The World
~DIMITRIS~
"Doesn't this feel like old times," Saint casually stated after the elevator doors closed.
"You make it seem like we haven't done shit in years," Jayce muttered, cracking his knuckles.
"I'm still sleepy," Neo complained.
"Says the one who got ticked off," I commented.
"Worth it," Neo stated. I couldn't help glancing over my shoulder to acknowledge my blindfolded comrade with that sly grin on his lips. "Always good to have a little reminder now and again to keep everyone in check, don't you think?"
"No," the three of us replied, and I finished with, "Not when it comes to you."
He chuckled. "Don't worry. Nico loves you three enough to not spread your organs across the walls of this elevator."
The grim thought made me shake my head.
"Give us a few years before the next reminder."
"Won't guarantee that, but sure," Neo casually agreed. "I smell gas."
That got our attention, and the four of us were already moving swiftly to get out the concealed masks in our possession. Slipping them on took seconds, and with a click of a button, they would inflate with sealing properties and a canister of pure air from the Alps.
High-class mask shit.
