Jason/Dig
Beyond the flicker of flames reflecting in his gaze there was nothing seen in the way of emotions there in Digger's eyes, or etched across his face. Well nothing but perhaps just the faintest hint of genuine boredom. The man had seen too much death in his lifetime; had been the cause of more lives lost then most folks could even fathom as well, to find the sight of a few burning bodies to be disturbing. Even as the others moved with haste to obey their leader's command, the cop remained so very still right there beside Jason. Seemingly like an immovable stone amid a raging gale.
Beyond the slightest tilt of his head Riley offered nothing more as Arthur spoke. After all this cycle wasn't one of woe for the officer with long since blood stained hands. If anything all the conflict merely served as an opportunity to profit from. So if the boy king wished to bear the burden of guilt that truly wasn't his....well it suited Conners well enough. However when a job was presented real interest began to grow, and with a nod of his head Dig pulled out his device to check over the list of names. "Consider it done. By the time they reach the morgue your men's info will be removed from all public record and the death certificates will be dealt with."
Making people disappear was a skill he had honed and mastered over the years. Sometimes it took destroying all physical traces of a corpse, but sometimes all that was needed was a bit of paperwork altered as well. "I may have come across a shipment the other day that could be of interest to you. A crate of 'items' that can't be traced back, and more then a few cases of modified armor piercing rounds too...the sort of thing that tend to make short work of metal covered objects. Say the word and I'm sure the goods could find their way into your possession within the hour. If such a thing was of interest to you, Jason."