The Reception: Aya/Schreient/Ken/Open
Aya closed his eyes and took a deep breath, back ramrod straight. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid...' He berated himself, annoyed at his absolutely unforgivable lack of care. Ken would not lie about this. Or at least he had the absolute conviction that he was telling the truth. Did Tot...? No, he cannot judge so quickly. But if Esset had a hold on Schreient, how much more they knew about him?
Aya exhaled slowly, and gave Ken a curt nod. He owed him one, it seemed. "/I need to go have a talk./" He gave a quick look at the direction of art gallery, and frowned at Ken, the murderous glint in his eye briefly abating to give place to worry. "/Don't do anything rash. Yet./"
An all out confrontation between Weiss and Schreient can only be profitable to Esset (did he serve as bait or decoy? he would hope not, but...), and who knew what else they had in store? Which in fact gave the inane 'local help' that was always underfoot an entirely new dimension of sinister.
This all sounded like a badly scripted Korean drama. Aya took off his cap and passed a hand in his hair in frustration. Esset, Schreient, himself... Somebody seemed determined to dig up the past, though for what end, could only be guessed at. Hell, while they were at it... "/No sign of Schwarz, at least?/" Aya half-jested, almost expecting Ken to retort that they were the performing band, of course.