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tough, experienced, and respectful, if not a bit on the quiet side. During their phone call, Sev didn't elaborate much on his personal life and gave short, concise answers. Not that Tristan got the impression Sev was being evasive. He just seemed like the type who kept his business private. Tristan respected that.
Tristan glanced at the guy's file. "It says here you were involved in the raid of that cobalt facility in Atlanta." He looked up as Sev shifted and grinned tightly. "I heard about that." A lot of Atlanta AKM enforcers had been killed in that raid. From the accounts Tristan had heard, the scene had been a bloodbath.
Sev cleared his throat. "Yes. I was working undercover there."
"What happened?"
With a shrug, Sev averted his gaze, clearly uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry," Tristan said. "If you don't want to talk about it—" It had to be hard to think about all the lives lost that day, some of whom Sev had probably known pretty well.
"No." Sev met his gaze. "I'm okay." He blinked several times and rubbed his palm over his face. "Shit just went way bad on that one is all. I wish I could have done more to stop it from happening, but…" He trailed off.
Tristan gave him a moment with his thoughts then asked, "Any idea who's funding these assholes?"
Sev shook his head, but there was something about his demeanor that made him appear uncomfortable, as if the memories of that day pained him. "No, but whoever it is, they've got a lot of disposable income. The drecks at that warehouse were well armed with some pretty impressive firepower you can't just buy at the local gun store. This was military grade."
"Yeah, that's what I heard." Tristan could tell the subject made Sev uneasy, which would explain why Sev had waited eight months to seek new employment. He had probably needed the time off to sort through the mental fallout. Somberness sank into the air, and Tristan's voice softened. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Clearly, you knew some of those who were killed."
Sev glanced at the floor and nodded sullenly. "One or two," he said quietly. "But life goes on, right?" He looked up again and forced a tight smile.
Tristan sat forward to rest his elbows on his desk. "If you're in this business long enough, you're bound to lose friends. I've lost a few myself." One of which was still alive and on his team. Micah. Well, and Malek, but Malek had handled the death of his mate better than Micah had. Now wasn't the time to dwell on the emotional casualties on his own team, though. Hopefully, adding Sev would spark new life into the group. "I've been following the aftermath," he said of the Atlanta tragedy. "Premier Royce has been on King Bain's ass to find out who's killing the drecks who survived the raid. I don't know if you've kept up on the news, but someone has been hunting those drecks down one by one, and what's left behind isn't pretty." Since the raid, the surviving drecks were being systematically eliminated, as if by an assassin, which could be seen as a violation of the peace treaty if the assassin turned out to be a vampire, especially if said vampire worked for AKM.
Sev blinked again, and his jaw clenched. "Yes, I heard about that."
"Any ideas about who could be responsible?" Maybe Sev had seen something that could help them find this mysterious assassin. After all, he had been involved and had more firsthand knowledge of the raid than anyone else he had spoken to about it. "Did you see anyone suspicious? Did anything stand out as unusual?"
After a brief hesitation where he appeared to think about it, Sev shook his head. "No. Nothing."
Damn it. Tristan had hoped Sev could shed some light on the incident, as well as who had turned vigilante to hunt down the drecks who had survived. Looked like they were still at a loss, and Royce would just have to keep fuming. Oh well, there was nothing they could do about it tonight.
"Okay then," Tristan said, closing Sev's file with an air of
Tristan glanced at the guy's file. "It says here you were involved in the raid of that cobalt facility in Atlanta." He looked up as Sev shifted and grinned tightly. "I heard about that." A lot of Atlanta AKM enforcers had been killed in that raid. From the accounts Tristan had heard, the scene had been a bloodbath.
Sev cleared his throat. "Yes. I was working undercover there."
"What happened?"
With a shrug, Sev averted his gaze, clearly uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry," Tristan said. "If you don't want to talk about it—" It had to be hard to think about all the lives lost that day, some of whom Sev had probably known pretty well.
"No." Sev met his gaze. "I'm okay." He blinked several times and rubbed his palm over his face. "Shit just went way bad on that one is all. I wish I could have done more to stop it from happening, but…" He trailed off.
Tristan gave him a moment with his thoughts then asked, "Any idea who's funding these assholes?"
Sev shook his head, but there was something about his demeanor that made him appear uncomfortable, as if the memories of that day pained him. "No, but whoever it is, they've got a lot of disposable income. The drecks at that warehouse were well armed with some pretty impressive firepower you can't just buy at the local gun store. This was military grade."
"Yeah, that's what I heard." Tristan could tell the subject made Sev uneasy, which would explain why Sev had waited eight months to seek new employment. He had probably needed the time off to sort through the mental fallout. Somberness sank into the air, and Tristan's voice softened. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Clearly, you knew some of those who were killed."
Sev glanced at the floor and nodded sullenly. "One or two," he said quietly. "But life goes on, right?" He looked up again and forced a tight smile.
Tristan sat forward to rest his elbows on his desk. "If you're in this business long enough, you're bound to lose friends. I've lost a few myself." One of which was still alive and on his team. Micah. Well, and Malek, but Malek had handled the death of his mate better than Micah had. Now wasn't the time to dwell on the emotional casualties on his own team, though. Hopefully, adding Sev would spark new life into the group. "I've been following the aftermath," he said of the Atlanta tragedy. "Premier Royce has been on King Bain's ass to find out who's killing the drecks who survived the raid. I don't know if you've kept up on the news, but someone has been hunting those drecks down one by one, and what's left behind isn't pretty." Since the raid, the surviving drecks were being systematically eliminated, as if by an assassin, which could be seen as a violation of the peace treaty if the assassin turned out to be a vampire, especially if said vampire worked for AKM.
Sev blinked again, and his jaw clenched. "Yes, I heard about that."
"Any ideas about who could be responsible?" Maybe Sev had seen something that could help them find this mysterious assassin. After all, he had been involved and had more firsthand knowledge of the raid than anyone else he had spoken to about it. "Did you see anyone suspicious? Did anything stand out as unusual?"
After a brief hesitation where he appeared to think about it, Sev shook his head. "No. Nothing."
Damn it. Tristan had hoped Sev could shed some light on the incident, as well as who had turned vigilante to hunt down the drecks who had survived. Looked like they were still at a loss, and Royce would just have to keep fuming. Oh well, there was nothing they could do about it tonight.
"Okay then," Tristan said, closing Sev's file with an air of
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