Dystopian Future

Ezra thought about it, wondering what the ghoul actually did to make Zemin turn, and why. Or he could guess why, mostly to Rivik stupid comment and Xue answering him. But yet, wasn't that a stupid reason, what it Zemin had gotten hurt? And once again he surprised himself, thinking that he didn't want Zemin to get hurt. He knew he would never have asked the man to turn, trusting him to know whats best. But maybe the ghoul did, he seemed to know the brothers, and he most likely knew more about werewolves than Ezra did.
"At least it went well" Ezra only answered, feeling he couldn't tell if the other male was a good influence or not, and he actually didn't care about that as long as it didn't cause him trouble. If Zemin wished to do bad things, well Ezra wasn't the one to tell him know, since he did what he did for a living. He actually didn't care how people lived their life as long as it didn't affect him, so far it hadn't been the case, no matter what the brothers did, at least not in a bad way. Sure he had done things he never thought he would, and some things he didn't like, but over all he wouldn't ask the brothers to stop.
"I am glad to hear that he makes you happy" he said with a sincere voice, hearing how he spoke about the other one made Zemin think he did the right thing. Sure Zemin had complicated his looks as well, but they rarely thought alike, and even if they had few nice moments, over all it wasn't what the ghoul gave him.

Ezra listened to Zemin's story, even smiled a few times, finding it likable how close the brothers were and how they were there for each other. It was like the spirits for him, he was the closest thing he had to a family, and he never missed the ones he didn't remember, knowing he had parantes at some point at least. But he was pleased that Zemin hadn't lost his brother as well, and that they got along, knowing not all siblings did that.
"I can imagine it. But I also guess a moment like that is something you prepare for when you get werewolf babies. Like most parents to a supernatural, you just wait for some sort of disaster. Some are worse than others, but you still expect it to some point. Maybe not that your child tries to murder their best friend, but still" he smiled, once again glad that Zemin was there for Xue, as he could only imagine how devastated the younger one would have been when he realis that he killed his best friend.
"I was alone when my power showed themselves for the first time, and it was far from pleasant, especially since I was forced to reveal the,. I ended up killing four people, wounding two more, so Xue was really lucky to have you there" Ezra told him, even if he guessed Zemin knew how lucky the brother had been, it couldn't hurt to tell him that.

Ezra closed his eyes, even if it didn't made a difference, as he bit his lip for a second.
"Well I am happy for you" he started, since it was true "Because I am more than sure that I can't give you what he gives you, and even if I could one day, I could never ask you to wait for that. You have needs, and I can barely touch you as a wolf, and I since I can't give you anything, the thought of you throwing yourself at me is scary, and it's something I can be without. It would only end in disaster, you not getting what you want or need, and me being nervous and anxious around you, and you would either leave frustrated or I would kill you for doing something I don't wont. Not a good start. And even if you contained yourself, you would still wait and hope that I would give you something one day, and that would either resolve in me forcing myself to do something I don't wont, for your sake, or nothing would change. So to be honest it actually don't matter how I feel, because you deserve things I can't give you. I can't even say if I like you or not, because I don't know how you feel when you like someone. I can tell that you are different from others, but not more than that. And because of that, I can't say if I am happy or not, but it's nothing you should concern yourself with, because you can be happy with Alec, and that's what matters. And once again it what makes me happy"
Ezra felt silence, being as honest as he could with Zemin, feeling that he deserved that, he also wished for him to know that he didn't need to worry about him.

The wolf took a moment to only imagine that - being all alone when first experiencing something so difficult. He wouldn’t have survived his first turn without the help of his father and Xue wouldn’t have survived his without Zemin, so he could definitely understand that it must had been a horrid experience for the other man. To have murder on your conscience when so young must also had been a struggle. Because when he started to think in those lines, the werewolf could barely bear the thought that he’d taken the life of so many people. They hadn’t been innocent lives or even worthy ones, but they’d still been valuable to at least their owners and maybe even close friends and family. He knew for a fact that Xue hadn’t been able to live with himself if he’d accidentally killed Alec. Ghouls weren’t completely helpless of course, but compared to pure blooded werewolves they rarely stood any chance. Maybe now when he was all grown up, however not a second before that.
“It must have been very hard for you, Ezra”, Zemin began quietly and stared into the white eyes, even though he knew the shaman couldn’t actually see anything. “I can’t say that I know how it must’ve felt, but I can at least imagine it to some extent”, he continued and started wrapping his arms even more tightly around the slim chest. Okay, so now he couldn’t hinder himself from imagining the whole thing, how the shaman's powers must’ve awoken and how he’d been completely unable to control them. Had he felt fear and despair when he’d killed those four people? Or had he simply accepted it and not thought any further of it? That was something Zemin himself would never be able to do, not even during that current time. He was a softie, someone who liked almost everyone and was more than keen on reasoning instead of using violence. People always assumed that as well, probably because of his sweet and cute looks. The big, brown eyes, the sharp yet soft jawline and plump lips. Put rosy cheeks with slightly noticeable freckles on that and you’ve got yourself a cuteness god.

“You know I’d never be able to contain myself for any longer, so this is probably for the best”, Zemin answered and started fiddling with the brim of his sweater. It smelled just like Alec, giving him both a sense of comfort and confidence. Yes, it was for the best. Now they could focus on being friends instead and come up with a plan concerning the vampire.
“Well, I really hope we can be friends at least”, he continued with a mumble. “If you want maybe I can help you with learning how to handle general contact? We’ll start slowly and progress as you get more comfortable. It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?” The wolf stroke the fringe away from his forehead by pulling a hand through the thick hair. It didn’t stay back for too long though, as it soon fell back over his forehead. He should really start thinking about getting some wax. As soon as the hair was pulled back he looked way more mature, even if it probably didn’t end up fooling anyone. Being naturally cute had its advantages as well as disadvantages.
A small sigh left the plump lips and the hands were immediately back up there, trying to keep the thick locks of hair under control. They might’ve been annoying as hell sometimes, but Zemin refused to cut it any shorter. He truly liked his appearance. Or well, he liked the fact that Alec really liked it, so that was basically it.
And there he went again, back to thinking about the younger man with the red hair. Had he already become attached? Obviously. But compared to how little time it’d took for him to become attached to Ezra, this was literally nothing. They didn’t even compare or reside at the same level. He’d known the ghoul since the age of ten, meaning almost fifteen years. That was definitely a lot longer than two and a half weeks.

“Oh, and I know I’ve said this so many times before, but we really need to start dealing with that vampire”, Zemin stated and immediately turned serious. “He’s probably gotten even closer to tracking us during these past weeks, even though he hasn’t gotten a werewolf as his main tracker. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t other beings that can track, or rather track well enough. I would’ve already found all of us but because I’m not on their side, it’s going to take them maybe a week more or so? What I’m saying is that we need to act quickly. No more drama, I promise. I won’t try to kiss you or hug you or even touch your hand, okay? And now that I’ve promised that, will you sit down and look through all the documents with me? Because I think we both know we can’t act without a plan.”

Ezra thought back, it was one of the few things he had seen despise being blind, knowing it had to do with the power from the spirit world, one of the few things he would always remember. He remembered the blood, the still bodies, the scream of pain from the ones who were alive, and the anger from the ones who came to the room later on. He hoped they would kill him after that, but they did no such thing, not that the pain mattered, since he didn't felt it, he think. Maybe he did felt it, but was so dim from what he did.
"In a way it was, in another it wasn't" he started, as he still saw the blood in front of him. "I had no fucking idea what I had done, or how. That they said I was a Shaman had no meaning to me, I didn't even knew what a Shaman was then, and it was a fucking mess to try to solve that on your own. But on the other hand, four of the people who tortured me was dead, and even if it got worse after that, I was glad to know that they would never hurt me again"
Maybe it sounded cold, or disgusting in the other ones ears, but it was how he saw it and felt, he wouldn't apologise for it, not even feeling bad for what he did, even if it haunted him, knowing what he could do. If it had been innocent people getting hurt, he would most likely have felt bad, but those people had it coming for them.

Ezra turned towards the direction of Zemin's voice, smiling towards the man.
"I actually think I would like that" he admitted "I can at least try being friends. Can't say I will manage, but I can try"
He would still have a hard time managing being around others, and knowing how to be someones friend, but for him it felt easier, and something he actually could do. And the expectations on him wasn't as high, and he didn't need to change or force himself as much as he needed to do if he would be Zemin's partner.
"Um, let's see, alright. I can't promises anything, but I think it's easier to work on that" he said, even if he wasn't sure if that contact would make much difference, but maybe it would be easier. Most things friend did was hugs, the strange thing high five and other small touches, he felt like he may be able to do those one day. But he didn't want to promise anything, and forcing himself to do them.

"I am actually surprised he hasn't found us yet" Ezra stated slowly, still not knowing what the fucking vampire wanted from him. Not that he would accept whatever it was. But Zemin was right, they needed to deal with it, and he was pleased by his promise. "I will sit down and look through the documents with you. And a plan sounds preferable, I am not one to run into something blindly"
He couldn't hinder himself from uttering the last word, joking, even if the rest was serious.
"So let's start, shall we?"

“Having no friends in this world could result in your death, you know that right?” Zemin pointed out and dug both hands down in the pockets on his sweatpants. The brown hair was really fluffy, yet totally straight. He looked kind of like a lazy, cute school boy, even though he’d just turned twenty five years old. However werewolves did have a tendency to look somewhat younger than their actual age, so that was probably one reason to why he looked so young and sweet. And to be completely fair he was both of those things, at least most of the time. Sure, he could become pissed off and turn murderous, but that didn’t happen too often.
Great, now he’d also gotten stuck on one of those thoughts - how one could survive all by themselves in the city. The ironic part was that it was close to impossible. If you had no allies and someone ended up wanting you dead, you’d get caught in a matter of hours. And even if you had allies, survival could be a huge struggle. It all went back to who wanted you dead and also why. Zemin had only survived because of his brother and friends and he doubted Ezra had been able to survive without his spirits.
”What I’m getting at is that it’d only be good for you to gain a few friendships. It might take you further than you expect, that was at least how it all went for me”, the wolf explained before he fell quiet again, with a pale smile on his lips.
The slender, pales hands started gripping at the fence, fiddling with the loops as if he’d turned five years old. What if time actually could turn back? Wouldn’t that had been absolutely amazing? Then he could’ve met his parents again and maybe even manage to save them from the brutal end they’d met. Time traveling wasn’t real, sadly, but one was still allowed to dream. Even in the wicked, messed up society that they lived in.

Zemin eventually turned away from the fence to study the other mans face. There didn’t seem to be a single ounce of fear in any of the facial features- something that the werewolf couldn’t really apply to himself. Like it or not, he was frightened by the situation. He could very well end up in one of the fighting pits, with no way out. The wolves that were kept there never got out alive. Never.
A shiver travelled up the mans spine and he found himself wiping away a sudden few drops of sweat. Looked like even the thought got in on the edge, which probably wasn’t the best omen out there. Especially not if he acted in the same manner when it actually mattered.
“Luckily enough for us, they only had one tracker and that was me. I think he’s at a loss for the moment, just as his entire team”, Zemin said and smirked, pushing away the uneasy feeling that’d overcome him. ”I’ve got most of my stuff at the desk. Most of its still at my previous headquarter, but there’s no use in risking it all just to get our hands on those”, he explained and slowly started to make his way back towards the old, rustic building. During the last weeks he’d actually come around when it came to the idea of the old pub. At first he’d hated it, but now it’d gained the feeling of a home. Almost like a wolf’s den.

"Having the wrong friends could do the same" he answered, even if he had never put his trust in the hands of anyone, neither the right or the wrong people, he knew how dangerous it could be. He had avoided all that, keeping himself away from everyone, except the spirits. It was true that if something really happened he would most likely not manage. He knew he wouldn't be able to handle the vampire on his own, and he was grateful that the other man was willing to help him, and he trusted him enough not to betray him. It was strange since Ezra had thought about leaving him there if something went wrong just yesterday. It was true that he was pissed off by the other one trying to force him on a date, but it was still almost laughable how it all had changed. Maybe because he wasn't angry anymore, or maybe because he didn't need to fear the man coming after him anymore. Working as friends, well it felt better, safer and he had no intention on leaving him. If things went south, well he could at least flee with Zemin to the spirit world, protecting him that way, and if not, well it wasn't like he could abandon Zemin then anyway, and he guessed they would go down together. Something that actually didn't bother him, but he didn't fear death, or pain. And well if he was in that situation and someone touched him, well it wasn't like it could get worse than, it would waken memories, but they situation would most likely be like the old one, not making any difference. Living without fear could be a asset and a dangerous thing, luckily he wasn't stupid, rushing into things because he was without fear, so hopefully it would go well.
"I guess it is" he answered in a low voice, it was still strange, seeing he never thought about having friends, and now, well he tried at least. He wasn't sure how much it would change his life, but he guessed he had yet to see. "Or it will drive me mad. Having you and your brother around is a challenge as it is"
But he smiled as he said those words, showing Zemin he meant nothing bad about it.

"Let hope they haven't got another than" Ezra wasn't sure how easy it was to find a tracker. He knew he would have been harder to find, since to his knowledge the vampire didn't had anything belonging to him, but seeing he was near the werewolf, which they most likely had something from, he was just as easy to find. But despite that he didn't wish to leave the brothers and distance himself. No they were into this mess together now, and he would help them, especially Zemin, in the ways he could. "I say it's wise, as long as we don't need anything from there, trying to collect it's to much of a risk"
He started following the other man, a bit carefully until they got into the house. He knew his way around the house better, learning out of memory, compared to outside, which he rarely visited.
"Do you wish for me to ask Rivik to company us, or are you up to the task to read me the documents?" he asked as they walked towards the top floor. He knew Zemin wasn't a fan of the spirit, not that the spirit liked him, but reading everything to him, well that wasn't always fun either, so he let the other one decided what he wished for.

Well, if it made any sort of difference, Zemin was one hundred percent sure that both he and Xue were the right kind of friends. And as a matter of fact Alec and Xayah were equally as trustworthy. They’d always been there for the brothers when things got tough, and he knew they always would be. However Alec was a lot more reliable at most times, as they were actually able to contact him. Xayah, on the other hand, had a tendency to disappear for months at a time. When she’d later pop up somewhere in the city, she’d always have an extremely good excuse prepared. Not that either of them could be sure that she was actually lying, but her innocent eyes always revealed the truth to some extent. Why? Because her eyes weren’t innocent for shit usually. Good game, Xayah, nice try.
“It’s totally fine if you want to bring Rivik..well, assuming that he’ll shut up during the entire time”, Zemin answered and grinned. Would he ever be able to have any sort of respect for the spirit? To be honest he couldn’t promise such a thing and if it ever ended up happening, that’d be nothing short of a miracle.
”Why don’t you go and get him while I head upstairs?” The wolf continued, without waiting for an answer. He really had to make his bed and clean up the place in general. It just happened to be so that the desk was located in the bedroom and to make a long story short: the bed was a total mess. If Rivik saw even a tiny glimpse of it, he’d simply never stop with his pissy bullying tendencies towards the werewolf.

Therefore Zemin ended up throwing himself up the stairs, hurrying into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. Fuck, it even smelt like they’d been fucking even if had happened a few hours back. Hopefully the other ones wouldn’t be able to smell it, but he couldn’t be too sure. It definitely wasn’t worth risking it.
He immediately ripped the sheets off of the bed, throwing them into the bathroom where he picked up an air freshener. Then he just stood in the middle of the bedroom for a moment, allowing the scent of the spray to fill the room to the point where he almost felt sick to his stomach. At least it for-filled it’s purpose, right? Not even the wolf himself could smell anything else but the sweet, perfume like scent. Great, truly an ingenious move from his side! Not. Now they’d only start to expect that he was trying to hide something and even if he was, he didn’t want them to start figuring it all out. If the walls could speak he’d had been absolutely fucked. No pun intended.
The slim body threw itself across the empty bed and he buried his nose in the mattress, where there still was a hint of Alec’s scent. Only a small, tiny hint of it and he was already turned on. And not only that, his cheeks had turned brightly red and the goosebumps had taken over his arms.
Hell, he had to focus and not jerk off! What the actual fuck Wang Zemin, is your brain totally doomed or something? He quickly shook off the feeling, sliding down onto the floor. Focus, focus, focus! That was what he had to do, and not anything else. Definitely not. Nope.

Ezra hadn't had time to answer before Zemin disappeared and he thought of it as a bit strange, but he didn't comment it as he walked back to the room he had left awhile ago. He heard Rivik almost snoring while Jax and Xue was talking about something, however the spirit become silent as he entered, and he could soon hear him rushing over, and as he did he misjudged the distance, making him crash into Ezra who fell over, and the sound woke Rivik up.
"What's going on?" the fox asked sleepy "Jax, what the fuck. At this point I am almost thinking you want to hurt him"
"I was just happy to see him" Jax wagged his tail as he almost lied on top of Ezra who patted the wolf, smiling a bit. Well Jax was special.
"It's alright, I am unhurt" he stated, not that he would be able to tell if he wasn't.
"Luckily for you, and he was only gone for thirty minutes" Rivik declared as he jumped down fro his bed and walked over.
"You know I am bad at telling time" Jax answered and Ezra just shook his head as he stood up.
"Did you come to a conclusion?" Rivik ignored Jax.
"I did. He is better off with Alec, so we are trying to be friends instead" Ezra picked up the fox when he felt him around his legs.
"And here I hoped you would have told him to piss of fore good" Rivik sighed and Ezra shook his head once more.
"No, we are going to find a plan to take down the vampire, and I need your help to read Rivik. You think you can help me with that without driving Zemin crazy?" he asked the fox.
"Depends on what he does" Rivik only answered and Ezra knew he wouldn't get a better answer and he established a contact with Rivik and soon he could see once more.
"You can stay here with Xue, if he wishes for your company" Ezra patted the wolf and gave Xue a nod, hoping the younger one would understand that he could Jax off if he wished to do so. With those words Ezra left and after checking on the potions real fast he headed up towards the stairs.

"Zemin" he said before he knocked, and soon opened the door, hoping it was alright. As he entered the room he was hit by a wall of an awful smell.
"Holy shit, what the fuck did you do Zemin, even I can smell this" Rivik complained as he coughed and Ezra wasn't far off from doing the same, and he actually took a step out from the room, not being able to be in there. The sent made him nauseas, and he wondered how the fuck the other man could be in there.
"You okay Ezra?" the fox asked and he held up a hand, showing he wasn't.
"It's just a bit to much" he explained almost feeling a headache from the smell. "Zemin I don't think I can enter the room. Can we use my office instead?"
He spoke from outside the room feeling how the smell started leaving the room, escaping to the hallway he was standing in.

The wolf jumped highly when Ezra suddenly knocked on the door and he ended up bouncing even higher when it swung open. He quickly tried to look indifferent, however it didn’t last for too long. Did it really smell that bad?
“What? This is how it always smells”, Zemin began and blushed as he looked away, turning his head towards the desk instead. The slim fingers started flipping through all the different documents, until he pulled up the right ones and organised them. Okay, he’d obviously overdone it, hadn’t he? It was laughable how someone with such an incredible sense of smell could end up doing such a thing.
“I just might’ve tried to cover up my tracks”, the werewolf mumbled after awhile, before he turned towards the shaman with a nervous smile stroking over the plump lips. “So yeah, I guess it’s better if we look them through in your office instead..I just have to open the windows to try to get rid of the smell.”
Zemin put the pile of papers down on Xue's bed before he stepped onto his own sleeping area. Then he loosened the hatches on the windows over the bed, letting them all open up fully to let the room breath. After that he repeated the same process with all windows, still having to stand on top of different furniture to be able to reach. Luckily for him, there were only a few windows in the bed room.
The young man finally managed to open the last one and carefully stepped down from the chair he’d just stood on. Like the organise-freak he was, he had to place it back by the desk and of course make the beds before leaving.
He gave Ezra and Rivik an excusing look, just as he passed them on his way to the closet. There were no sheets on his bed, so he had to get new ones. After that he could make both of the beds, pick up the documents and follow the other man downstairs.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t bare to leave it like this”, he explained as he ran around across the floor. If certainly didn’t look too organised, even though it actually was. Or at least it looked to be in the end, but the road there was quite a huge mess. Zemin swept across the room multiple times, back and forth, before he redeemed himself finished and picked up the pile of documents. He held them closely to the slim chest, for some reason feeling the need to protect them. The smell just might’ve driven him completely mad. Air freshener? What a fucking joke! More like a room perfume. They couldn’t just put out a product like that without explaining how to actually use it. Well, he knew how to spray the liquid all over, but there should’ve been some examples of how many sprays were enough. Stupid air freshener.
“Sorry for the wait, I’m finished”, he stated and walked right past the other two, still clutching the pile of papers tightly. “And..well I can make dinner tonight as an apology for giving you a headache”, he thereafter said and sent a smirk towards Ezra. Mind reading? No, just mated.

Both the Shaman and the fox had given him a look, asking if he was stupid, or thought they were. They had been in the room yesterday, knowing that wasn't how it normally smelled, but the choose not to comment, seeing that the looks was enough.
"Why in earth did you feel the need to do that. It's not like we would have said anything" Ezra told the other man, not really caring what the other ones had done.
"It's like you are ashamed of it. Are you that bad?" Rivik asked and Ezra turned towards the fox, giving him a warning look, he hadn't even tried to get along with the other one, and he didn't wish for it to escalate, hoping the fox could behave.
"Yes open windows sounds like a good idea, otherwise you and Xueay die tonight" Ezra stated and he wouldn't have been surprised if that happened.

Ezra didn't say anything as Zemins made the beds, he would most likely have left the himself. He wasn't a messy person but he didn't need to have it as clean as the wolf or the fox preferred. He guessed his flat would look different without the fox in his life.
"Well since you cleaned the wait is acceptable" Rivik told the man and Ezra smiled, seeing that was one of the few behaviour Rivik would accept with Zemin. Ezra only nodded prepared to leave when Zemin offered him dinner, it was such an unnecessary thing to do, especially since it felt bigger than the problem he caused. And than he got surprised.
"How did you know?" He asked, he hadn't said anything, maybe the man did a calculated guess, but than he smiled. Coming to the conclusion that he wasn't against the thought of dinner, even thinking of it as nice not being the one making food for once. "If you have the time and feel like it, you can make me dinner. Just don't feel forced, it's only headache, not cancer or something"
With those words he started walking towards his office.

The fire was still burning in the fireplace, making the room feel warm and welcoming, despite the lack of windows. The walls was filled with books and files, together with a few collectables. The desk was planning ex towards the back of the room, in the middled since he had two chairs in front of the fire.
"Tea?" He asked Zemins as he closed the folders laying on his desk, hiding his work from the other man. Rivik jumped down on the dark floors, taking the files from Ezra, placing them in the shelf's as the Shaman prepared tea.

”Yeah, I’d actually like a cup of tea”, Zemin admitted quietly before he slowly sat down on one of the chairs. ”And it’s not very difficult for me to notice when something’s bothering you. It’s like a tingly feeling that runs through my entire body..” he continued and shrugged, wrapping the slim arms around the equally slender body. How had he even been thinking? Now it was just obvious that he tried to cover something up, even though they all probably already knew the deal. All it had resulted in was a horrible smell together with loads and loads of fresh air. Hopefully it’d carry the smell away and leave the room when nighttime arrived. Or else he’d probably have to sleep somewhere else. And in top of that Xue'd most likely never let go of the whole subject. He had a thing when it came to picking on Zemin and his embarrassing actions. Not that the older wolf was especially embarrassed when it came to his sexual affairs, but he didn’t really like when people knew. There wasn’t a good explanation to why it sat so horribly bad with the man, however the reality resides in the fact that it just did.
Once again he found himself hugging the files he’d carried downstairs, almost squishing them beyond recognition. It took all of his willpower to loosen the grip and lay them out on the desk in front of him. Then he leaned back towards the seating and looked up towards the dark ceiling. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, but the fireplace and the smell of books made it extremely cozy and likeable - interesting just like he found Ezra to be. Because he still stood by that opinion, that the other man was ridiculously interesting and simply fascinating. He still couldn’t explain exactly why, it just was that way. Every single feeling or impression didn’t need an explanation. Period.

“So..”, Zemin slowly began and pointed towards a small picture up in the right corner on one of the documents. “This is - was - my boss”, he continued and fixed the dark brown eyes upon the handsome man, not fully being able to take his eyes off of him. It was only a picture, but everything was still perfect. The jawline was soft yet sharp, the eyes narrow, cold and the nose straight. He had high cheekbones, flawless skin and the lips were out of the world they currently lived in. And then there was of course also the short, black hair that laid perfectly styled on top of his head. Vampires, the absolute perfect predators.
“He’s hot as hell, can’t deny that fact”, the werewolf mumbled and made a grimace, covering his face with both hands. Jesus Christ, what was he even saying? Why on earth would he even think of speaking those words? He really was beyond all saving.
“..anyways..we have four different headquarters which he hardly ever visits. When he does, it’s only to make an appearance in general and then he just heads back to the main corporation building which is this complex”, Zemin explained and optioned towards another picture, on another document which he’d flipped forward. “To our dismay, however, it’s always guarded by others of his kind twenty four hours each and every day. We can’t very well try to get to him while he’s in there, so I suggest we wait until he becomes frustrated with his crew and takes things into his own hands.”