Re: Abaddon & Scion
For several moments, the tension in the air seemed to thicken to a strain until, in spite of himself, Frederick laughed at the wetback joke. He knew it was wrong, on so many levels, but he was taken by surprise by the unexpected quip about his new buddy Rictor's endowment, and couldn't hold back his amusement. "That sword-wielding cocksucker is one crazy mofo! He's probably gonna give you a cooch full of cold steel if he hears you badmouthing his man," Scion warned Abaddon, snickering.
Then again, she was right. His money did run the show, or a good chunk of it. He should be heard more. Or something. The next bit slid right off of him. "Meh, sloppy is fun. So what the fuck are we doing then?" he shot back, putting on a façade of careless bravado he didn't feel. Frederick had signed up for a little mayhem and some good, old-fashioned arson. Killing people wasn't something he was looking forward too, although he was of the opinion that, in theory, there were several people out there that needed killing.
"Whatever," he added, shaking his head. "We need to get to the top floor of this motherfucker and make sure everything burns. We can have our fun on the way out, maybe," he offered, not wanting to screw this operation up more than he wanted to impress his teammate at the moment.