11:30AM - Vic and Kāne
“I'm not as in tune with what's coming along as others at the Capitol,” Kāne offered, because his focus wasn't so much with the development of the city but more so the protection of it. “So hell, you probably know more than me. That a good gig? Construction, I mean. New businesses opening up is good in the long run for everyone around but extra good for you guys getting to work on them, I’d bet.”
"Yeah. It ain't bad." Vic gestured to the rest of the officers -- the ones who were still around and hadn't headed out just yet, anyway. "Me and some of the other guys are working it." He paused, then added, "Not sure what else I'd be doing if it weren't for that but I ain't complaining about it." It was a nice kind of way to give back, he thought.
Kāne knew a fair bit about what things had been like before he'd gotten to Austin, been filled in about other things, though all from the perspective of people at the Capitol. So he knew what the Hellhounds had been doing before the government changed over. Construction, he thought, was better. “What did you do before the world went to shit?” he asked, taking a drink of his coffee before adding, “Which seems like forever ago.”
"Huh. Interesting kinda question." Except it wasn't, and Vic knew it wasn't; it was a normal kind of small talk question, one that he'd tossed out more often than not when he'd been schmoozing people for the Solntsevskaya Bratva. Time to figure out how true that blanket amnesty offer really was. "I was in the Russian mob. Grifting, stealing, arms dealing, heavy muscle…" Vic got through it all with a straight face, somehow, even if he was low key terrified on the inside. "It was a family business."
Truthfully, Kāne hadn't known what kind of answer to expect - but he knew it hadn't been that. He was grateful for having brought his coffee up to take another drink right before Vic had said all that, because it gave him a moment to school his expression. Still, he quirked an eyebrow as he mulled it over, swallowing the hot liquid and giving a slow nod. “Well shit.”
Not exactly the most eloquent response, but he didn't have much to work with. Knowing the Hellhounds as a whole had a seedy background wasn't quite the same as being told of very specific mob connections. Family mob connections. Ones that didn't particularly mean anything in present day but said a bit about the person he was talking to more than anything. “Interesting.”
"Yeah." Vic found the response a bit lackluster, though he certainly wasn't complaining. At the same time, it was also kinda encouraging that he wasn't being taken in for questioning about shit that he was trying to leave in the past. Not that he wanted to draw this conversation out any further than he wanted it to be -- but it was encouraging all the same.
He reached for the half-eaten breakfast burger he'd set aside, then gestured for the door. "Guess I'll see you around."
“Yeah, I'm sure you will,” Kāne replied, giving a nod and raising his mug in a gesture of farewell before taking another sip. “You take care now.”