*Starting Scene*

The Global Defender Academy's control room continually bustles with activity as the personnel anxiously await the Syndicate's response while several of them strive to discover an alternative, despite how unlikely they will succeed.

Harper radiates stress throughout while watching Andrews' screen via standing next to the lieutenant's left, possessing his arms entwined, and thinks, "There must be another method, but we're running low on time...! If we receive their answer in roughly an hour, a small window will be available in reaching the location we agreed upon with Victress' leader. That's not calculating the exact delay of getting to the ship, however."

Oxford suddenly calls out to Harper, glee demonstrated, "We got it, Captain!"

Harper's startled by the haphazard outburst and almost fell over Andrews, gaining a panicked look from the worker in the process. After that, the hazel-eyed man displays astonishment while hurriedly shifting his gaze to Oxford via steering his head right as he exclaims with substantial pessimism included, "You're kidding!"

Oxford smirks as she emits a cool demeanor. "Nope. Actually, they'd like to talk to you so they could make their stipulations."

Harper releases an agitated sigh, however, senses that Kairi's intently glaring at him from the center of the room while begrudgingly accepting the situation as he closes his eyes amidst thinking with his head tilted skyward, "Well, at least it happened now..." The Caucasian draws his sight to the main monitor, replacing his conduct with seriousness, as he states in a commanding tone, "Patch them through!"

The giant screen eventually portrays the suited male who previously spoke to Tommaso, wielding a chubby constitution, and is exhibiting a confident attitude as his neon green eyes glimmer. "Captain Harper, correct? I'm Sebastian. I'm kinda' the messenger for-"

Harper harshly interrupts Sebastian. "Can we cut to the chase?! Our schedule's really tight!"

Sebastian nervously chuckles as he motions his hands forward. "Alright, don't get ya' panties all up in a bunch." He lowers his appendages while shrugging his shoulders to compose himself. "Listen here. We, the Syndicate, have connections all around the universe as ya' already understand." Sebastian points his right hand towards Harper and his associates. "That counts ya' little Earth 03." The character faintly laughs as he drops his eastern limb. "Ya' people knew that likeliness of that, considering how reliant ya' all are of tourism from other aliens."

Harper grits his teeth while significantly infuriated. "Skip the taunting, you imbecile! Time is ticking!"

Sebastian becomes flustered a tad prior to calmly complying with Harper's order. "Here's the rundown. We'll send ya' the coordinates to where we'll meet. It's the closest we can manage without possibility of getting discovered. Keep in mind, if ya' bastards attempt anything fishy, it ain't gonna' turn out pretty."

Harper solemnly nods with minor hostility noted. "That much is obvious! What are the demands for payment?!"

Sebastian presents a sinister grin. "A debt from members of Global Defense Academy is practically priceless. It ain't coming right off the bat. It's like a delicious pasto. We gotta' savor every second of it."

A frustrated scowl etches itself onto Harper and clenches his hands.

Sebastian continues his speech while registering Harper's behavior, invoking amusement from him. "Anyway, the primary issue that exist for us is how many of ya' guys plan on utilizing our service. We ain't giving ya' the ship with no insurance, so we're providing the crew." 

The tanned dame besides Harper's left interjects as she brims concern. "Now wait a moment! Ya' don't expect us to trust you fellows in navigating! This stinks of being a trap!"

Sebastian quickly shows an arrogant expression with his vision towards the woman . "As a good friend of mine would say, the possibilities are endless. Ya' just gotta' take the gamble and see if ya' luck sucks." The Italian switches his focus to Harper as skepticism surfaces. "Ya' have a better option? Then go for it."

The uniformed chick grows quiet, clearly uneasy about the circumstance.

Harper soon rebuttals, altering his personality to solely establish sternness. "That's fine. We'll do it your way."

The control room's members are instantly bewildered and instill their concentration to Harper in unison.

Simultaneously, Kairi's pleased by her brother's decision while briefly observing him out of the corner of her eyes until administering her attention to Sebastian.

Harper temporarily rummages through his brain as he slants his head left and right repetitively before halting that action to earnestly declare, "It'll be me and my sister. Nobody else."

The personnel refrain from disputing Harper's words, comprehending that he currently won't be swayed.

Abruptly, Oxford tenaciously comments after rising to her feet, "I can't permit that!"

Harper and Kairi immediately bring their gaze to Oxford as both are enveloped by surprise.

Oxford eventually delivers the siblings a sincere smile while shutting her eyes and lessens the height of her voice. "Unless I'm tagging along."

Harper gawks at Oxford, however, ultimately emanates an accepting conduct as he smirks. "You did get us this opportunity, so rejecting your further participation would be mean of me."

Oxford sharply nods prior to her, Harper and Kairi revert their sight towards Sebastian.

Sebastian chuckles while enthusiasm forms. "Great! Three is a perfect number to have some of our men watch over!" The adult narrows his eyes with a mischievous glint. "I'll catch ya' all later." The monitor resets to a display of the facility's runways.

Following that, Harper relieves the tension ailing him as he slumps forth a bit to exhale profusely. Upon stationing himself properly, the redhead views his comrades while firmly uttering, "I'm aware that a lot of you would've wanted to go to lend me a hand, but it's imperative that the least amount of us leave our positions. Nonetheless, I'll be relying on everyone to keep the board off my unsanctioned departure. Same goes for Kairi and Oxford."

Andrews slightly laughs amidst examining the information his screen contains. "Falsifying details isn't too tough..." He commandeers his focus to Harper. "Although what will we tell them if they question why you didn't report your absence?"

Harper merely grins with evil intention portrayed.

*Scene Change*

Sebastian walks through a corridor and adjusts the navy blue tie he's wearing as each door automatically opens for him. Not long after, the neon-eyed gentleman reaches a huge hangar that possesses a single, blue space cruiser comparable to Virago's size as it's depicted that multiple individuals of different species are preparing the craft for launch. With that, Sebastian momentarily detains his progression at the vessel's left due to him originating from the vicinity's western region while leisurely remarking with his arms folded together, "Of course we ain't offering them top notch equipment. It's enough to do the trick though."

A dark-skinned, young Syndicate member promptly rushes towards Sebastian's anterior while anticipation is demonstrated as he's a little shorter than his companion. "We're nearly ready, sir!"

Sebastian exhibits a fairly scrutinizing a demeanor as he cocks his head left. "Why are ya' so excited?"

The lad joyfully smiles. "I've never gone into space! I've always hoped I would!"

Sebastian dully tares at the character before directing his attention about and coldly shouts, "Somebody ensure that this brat ain't on the ship when we bail!"

The dark-skinned guy's hurriedly baffled while passionately yelling, "Eh?!"

Sebastian looks at the male with a teasing attitude. "I'm messing with ya', boy." The suited man separates his right hand from his left arm to perch it atop his fedora that's totally blotting his cranium. "I got nothing against ya' being involved. Simply behave and stay busy. Slackers are the worst, remember?"

The young individual nods as he's barely able to restrain his happiness and soon veers himself in a clockwise motion to dash towards the large craft.

Sebastian witnesses the member's advancement to the ship, emitting an expression of nostalgia, and thinks, "I used to go nuts for wanting to travel into the unknown. Simone shared that interest too." He resumes his journey to the blue vessel to ultimately enter it via the platform that the big hatch owns at the bottom, keying onto the horde working in there once that's achieved as the associate he spoke to earlier is eagerly assisting them. Afterwards, Sebastian progresses to the craft's Bridge, containing the ability to see outside from every angle through their lone monitor, while going towards a Commander's Seat that isn't far from the entrance.

While that occurs, several Syndicate personnel drive their concentration to Sebastian as they're poised at a lower level thanks to the room's layout.

During that, Sebastian sits within the seat as he passively inquires to the group, "What? Ya' all don't need me to instruct ya', do I?"

The crew swiftly deviate their vision from Sebastian and contend with their respective tasks, compliments of the massive screen establishing a variety of data for each through a hologram.

Sebastian scoffs while sinking into his chair, playfully taping the right armrest via both hands, as he thinks, "They're bothered. I get the reason why. We're doing this instead of saving the vecchio uomo, but business comes first." The fellow ceases his hands' movement to mount them upon his lap and repairs his posture while persisting his thought process with determination resonating. "The vecchio uomo preached it 'til we were sick of hearing him. We'll utilize such an awesome chance to make him proud." Sebastian mixes in a tiny quantity of sadness to his personality while still thinking. "At least earn the type of praise he normally gave Crest. That'd be nice."

*Scene Change*

Tommaso glances at the collection of Syndicate members who have recently arrived ahead of him. Meanwhile, the mullet-endowed man, Giu, Simone and Nicola are leaning their rear against the desk of the grand room that's inside the striking clock tower. After a brief period of silence, Tommaso says with a hint of ferocity while wielding both hands in his pockets, "I'll repeat myself in case ya' guys missed something. No moves concerning pops' rescue will be done yet. Most of our bases of operations are gonna' stand by for the perfect moment. Keep the security here airtight, especially. Don't let anybody in without my permission."

The suited characters acknowledge Tommaso's order prior to all of them turning away from the quartet while gradually traversing towards the elevator, which has been clean of the blood that previously stained it during their comrade's death.

The instance that the lackeys left, Simone removes himself from the desk as he's situated toward Tommaso's right, close to the furniture's corner. This leads to the spiky-haired male confronting his brother with both hands' thumbs hooking his pants' pockets while radiating a serious conduct. "Ya' get that won't stop Callahan."

Tommaso emanates an innocent grin, pulling his head back a tad. "Whatcha' talking about, Simone? I wouldn't try anything like that. It'd be rude to refuse someone who bravely jump into the dangerous Infernal Pit back, even if he does fail." The adult aims his vision to Giu and Nicola, who are both at his left. "That's assuming he'd escape with his life." 

Nicola, positioned towards the desk's left corner from Tommaso's perspective, and Giu confidently smirk at their sibling.

Tommaso shifts his sight to Simone again. "We gotta' account that the security is top notch and they've successfully restrained pops. It don't matter that Callahan's bounty is higher. Pops has experience, but that didn't do jack shit."

Simone gives Tommaso a criticizing glare. "Huh. I got a weird feeling ya' ain't being real about the whole thing involving pops."

Giu immediately becomes defensive while drawing himself near Simone. "The hell does that mean?! Tom was as shocked as the rest of us when news about pops' capture came!"

Simone views Giu as suspicion engulfs him. "I wasn't accusing him of what happened to pops, but ya' was very fast to assume that." He applies his concentration to Tommaso. "How lovely."

Tommaso grinds his teeth amidst gazing at Giu with an upset demeanor. "Ya' flipping idiot!"

Giu hastily shows shame, having altered his focus to Tommaso, and slouches onward while mildly whimpering.

Tommaso eventually replies to Simone after shutting his eyes to relax. "Alright, I think it's time to fill ya' in." He slowly depicts Simone while portraying a menacing attitude. "Nicola betrayed pops."

Simone glimpses at Nicola as he promptly discerns that the gentleman doesn't make a single attempt in denying Tommaso's words.

Concurrently, Tommaso adds with his behavior remaining the same, "I had no clue at the start, although the second Nicola revealed that he screwed over pops, everything was fine." The blue-eyed individual exhibits narcissism. "Honestly, I was afraid that whoever did it would come after me. That's the only reason it shook me to learn of pops' getting caught."

Simone sternly observes Tommaso. "Do ya' hold that much of a grudge against pops?"

Tommaso retorts in a hostile manner, "Hell yeah! Pops' always puts us down, contempt that we can't fit his mold of a perfect son! It really pisses me off!" He brings his hands out of his pockets to gesture his left appendage towards Nicola and Giu. "They share my sentiment!" Tommaso points his left hand at Simone as he also detaches himself from the desk, substantially annoyed. "What boggles my mind is that ya' don't seem to agree! Pops undermines ya' too, so why is it that ya' never complain?! It's 'cause we haven't ever watched ya' angry with him that we chose not to tell ya' if we could help it!"

Simone sighs before displaying indifference while steadily journeying rearward, his eyes locked onto Tommaso, Giu and Nicola. "Caring that I ain't what pops' hoped for is useless. I'm satisfied with how I am. That's why I quit being bugged by it and ya' three oughta' do that as well." The fellow ceases his mobility. "I think that's why pops loves Crest. From the get-go, he was straightforward with everybody. The fact that he carries all of the quirks pops wanted in us is probably a minuscule bonus to him."

Giu's encompassed by rage. "That's a load of bull!"

Whatley suddenly comments from behind three of his sons, sitting in the desk's chair with a lackadaisical composition and is wearing his suit, "Nah, Simone's right."

The quartet are quickly baffled amidst steering their attention to Whatley in unison, which Simone managed to accomplish through locating himself beside Tommaso once more.

Whatley issues the four men a cold expression with his fedora tilted back as his arms are entwined and has his posterior against the seat, his legs atop the desk. "I guess I'm gonna' have to place Simone as the smartest of ya'. Ironic that it's the youngest that's so wise. Maybe 'cause he didn't let resentment cloud his judgement."

The trio Whatley insulted are profoundly mad until Tommaso faces his father while shouting upon slamming both hands on the desk, "Ya' don't get it!"

Whatley harshly responds, the furniture commencing to tremble. "Oh, but I do! Ya' three morons are the one's misunderstanding! How many times do I gotta' drill it into ya'?! The Syndicate is number 1 in importance!"

Tommaso, Giu and Nicola feverishly retreat from the desk.

Whatley takes his legs off the furniture, its haphazard movement persisting, as he hurriedly rises with his arms no longer together. "I built it from nothing to prove that there ain't anything I can't achieve! I'd go to the lengths of severing Nicola's tongue with my psychic powers to teach him a valuable lesson!" The Italian specifies his vision to Nicola. "Don't betray ya' pals just 'cause ya' jealous!"

Nicola's eyes widen, compliments of detecting danger, prior to leaping towards his right with multiple shots narrowly missing him.

Giu, on the other hand, is wounded due to his sluggish reaction while screaming with his eyes closed. Right after that, the brown-haired character stumbles into Tommaso as he favors his right shoulder via his left hand since that's the area he was struck.

Tommaso strives to not lose his balance from Giu colliding with him and frantically navigates his concentration right, finding Callahan.

Callahan possesses his right arm stretched forth, dressed in his usual attire, as he veers the Glock in his hand eastward to pursue Nicola while continually firing.

Nicola swiftly swipes his right hand towards Callahan's direction while poised sideways, and without warning, the projectiles' trajectory is diverted as they crash into his surroundings.

Callahan slants his head left and randomly dismantles the Glock. "You've improved. Your mental capacity normally can't handle disrupting stuff like bullets thanks to their velocity. Sadly, you appear to still depend on controlling with your limbs."

Nicola evilly smiles as he contorts himself forward a little before abruptly dashing towards the tower's enormous clock.

Callahan soon summons his Precision Sniper Rifle while targeting the posterior of Nicola's skull.

Tommaso makes an effort in interfering with Callahan's goal, however, both he and Giu are unexpectedly hit by the desk. This hurls the pair several meters away as pain consumes them and then land onto the floor with the furniture perched atop the brothers.

Simone blankly witnesses what recently transpired as he manage to avoid meeting that fate because of him being attentive until switching his gaze to Whatley, the source of the desk's flight.

At the same time, Callahan shoots at Nicola, but is vaguely dumbfounded to discover that the attack passed bypass his head with no blood spilled.

That concludes with the bullet penetrating the clock's reinforced glass, enabling Nicola to break through it while protecting his face via crossing his arms in front of it, and rapidly descends toward the ground below.

Callahan lowers his weapon and hastily sprints towards the immense clock.

Seeing Callahan's progression, Whatley proudly utters with a grin, "Told ya'. Don't be careless now."

Callahan glances at Whatley as he's on the verge of mimicking Nicola's action while solemnly remarking, "You know me." The Irish jumps out of the opening with his sight towards the terrain. "I'm the farthest thing from it."

During Callahan's temporary dialogue with Whatley, Nicola arrives at the earth while decreasing his drop seconds prior to that so he wouldn't suffer an ounce of damage. Afterwards, the adult waves his right hand towards the Syndicate personnel guarding the tower's entrance, compliments of him adjusting himself according to confront them, to prevent Callahan's chase of him and promptly rushes inside the gigantic structure.

The suited aliens follow Nicola's instruction via launching a plethora of blast from the tools of combat amidst Callahan's fall.

Callahan scoffs at the bombardment and aims his rifle as the projectiles bounce off his person since it's clearly tough enough to withstand something of the level of Suta's Omega. Within a few instances, the young man snipes a decent quantity of adversaries before slamming his feet onto the landscape as he dispatches more of them with ease. Doing that, Callahan disassembles the rifle while entering the striking clock, immediately forging a Microgun in his hands once within the confines.

At that exact moment, the Syndicate members begin shooting to hinder Callahan as Nicola's stationed towards the large sector's rear.

Callahan retaliates with amazing speed, killing a couple of dozen opponents in a flash while horrified cries resound from the victims.

Nicola, facing towards Callahan, gradually motions his arms about with them mirroring each other and brims a firm conduct throughout.

As a result, tables and random objects levitate from the floor until flying towards Callahan, although doesn't accomplish much thanks to the indigo-eyed lad's constitution while the stuff shatter upon impact.

While chunks of furniture soar around him, Callahan fiercely glares at Nicola without reducing his fast traversing towards the jagged-haired male as he persists the slaughter of his former associates. Not long after, the coat-endowed gentleman starts channeling his onslaught towards Nicola, however, depicts the bullets sinking into the Italian with no injuries again.

In the meantime, Nicola hops backwards and drives both hands toward Callahan as that compels huge, metal rods from the walls to shoot out of them so they could ram against the white-haired character's midsection.

Callahan quickly leaps skyward amidst stating, keeping his assault going, as the projectiles collide into one another, "If you do that a lot, you'll risk this place's collapse."

Nicola demonstrates callousness while having more pipes dislodge and fly at Callahan as he retreats further.

Callahan lands onto the terrain, halting his pursuit, and swaps weapons to deploy the MK-85 within both hands while extending his limbs onward. "Not that it concerns me, really. It's the old man that'll be pissed." He fires the silver beam from the tool.

Nicola receives the attack as the same thing occurs with it solely tearing through the wall behind him. Suddenly, stress plagues the guy due to discerning that Callahan has shut his eyes while the poles are inches from crashing upon his body.

Callahan hurriedly ducks at the last second, causing the pipes to hit while crafting a loud clanging noise. After that, the Irish listens through the echo prior to registering a detail and dismantles the MK-85 with countless parts expelling from him, eventually concluding in the creation of a silver Simonov Anti-Tank Rifle. Simultaneously, Callahan unprecedentedly lies on the floor as he points the long tool into the air with his left foot planted at the secondary handle it's customized to wield at the barrel's western region.

Then, it's revealed that a twin of Nicola is hovering above the first and emanates an awestruck attitude because of Callahan discovering him, releasing a gasp in the process.

Callahan, maintaining his eyes closed, implements a mighty shot with no warning whatsoever as the ammo completely blows away Nicola's abdomen.

Nicola's expression instantly winces from agony while his companions gawk at him being heavily wounded with dismay showing until the brown-haired fellow plummets to the landscape, a harsh thud reverberating as soon as his front comes into contact.

Callahan views Nicola's unmoving person via cocking his head left and nonchalantly comments, "You developed the ability to make mirages, huh? That explains how I and the old man were caught off guard when you betrayed us. You did well concealing it from us." The individual disassembles the lengthy rifle before performing a kick up to properly confront Nicola. "But that would never suffice. I'd like to say Tommaso seriously screwed you over by asking me for help, although I'll be frank, I was gonna' save the old man either way."

Nicola painstakingly wills himself to set his gaze towards Callahan as his breathing is ragged.

Callahan rapidly forges his Glock in his right hand again. "Next time, if you wanna' dispose of me, do it yourself." He directs the weapon at Nicola, embedding a bullet in his forehead with blood splattering haphazardly.

*Scene Change*

Tommaso fervently yells with a shock-wave expanding from his constitution, hastily soaring towards Whatley.

Whatley blandly observes the fluctuation while defended by an invisible field as he speaks with his arms remaining together, "Ya' flipping novice. Using ya' psychic powers through anger alone does jack shit. This is why I call ya' and ya' brothers stupid." The buzz-haired male looks at Simone out of the corner of his eyes. "No offense."

Simone shrugs off Whatley's remark and steadily distances himself from the conflict.

Concurrently, detaining his effort, Tommaso gasps for air with a contorted posture as he furiously stares at his father. 

Whatley shakes his head from disapproval. "Ya' got no endurance. That was part of the purpose of ya' going with some of the men whenever I assigned them a job, but ya' complained every chance ya' could. Spouting nonsense that working is beneath ya'. I swear. I spoiled ya' too much. Had ya' experienced even half of the junk that I did when growing up, ya' tune would've been totally different."

Tommaso grits his teeth while letting out a vicious groan prior to softly questioning with his focus to Giu, "Are ya' simply gonna' stand there, dummy?!"

Giu nervously administers his concentration to Tommaso, poised at his sibling's right from a fair range for safety, until feeling the floor tremble. This forces the muscular man and Tommaso to commandeer their sight to the terrain as cracks spread across it. In response, Giu urgently scrambles backwards, expanding the distance from Tommaso's right, to elude the floor's splitting while mounting his attention to Whatley because of hearing him briefly scoff.

Whatley portrays a condescending behavior amidst watching Giu's desperation. "Ya' haven't yet learn how to levitate, Giu? See? What good did it do ya' bulking up if ya' mind is so weak? We already got that from our guys."

Giu gets angry, resting his vision onto Whatley, and stops his movement. "Why do ya' gotta' rub it in, pops?! I know I'm unable to use much of my power! That's what my strength comes into play! I wanted to make SOMETHING of myself for ya' to be happy!"

Whatley heartlessly utters, "Excuses. Ya' could've achieved what I did. At the start, I sucked in harnessing my abilities, but my determination overruled it. When there is a wall blocking ya' way, ya' pulverize it into dust. That's how life is."

Giu grinds his teeth before disputing with the dividing landscape commencing to cave in as he faces Whatley. "No! It's convenient that the shit ya' say is the way life works! It ain't though! It's super complicated! Ya' ain't always right, pops!" He breaks into a run, striving not to miss any of the chunks of the floor he's journeying on, and produces a valiant cry.

Tommaso hurriedly aids his brother via utilizing his psychic capabilities to reduce the terrain's collapse while screaming.

Simone exhibits a mournful personality during the pair's attempt and whispers to himself, "They're failing to remember pops' specialty. He may be a mean son of a bitch, however, we're still his kids. Killing us is kinda' tough for him."

Whatley temporarily witnesses Giu's advancement prior to a smug smirk establishes itself as he closes his eyes.

With that, Giu's head abruptly erupts, his dash towards Whatley ending fast through his body falling forth.

Tommaso's quickly astonished while his jaw fully hangs, losing his focus in preventing the floor's crumbling as that leads to the headless Giu sinking into the lower levels.

Meanwhile, Simone includes to his mental statement, "Of course, that doesn't guarantee that pops can't bring himself to doing it. Tommaso, Nicola and Giu gave him a valid reason. This is what their scheming got them, although Giu barely did a thing. Merely being a follower gets ya' head blown up."

Whatley reopens his eyes to depict Tommaso. "Ya' all that's left, Tommaso. Callahan likely filled Nicola with bullets by now. Wanna' try saving ya' ass through kissing mine?"

Tommaso quivers and gradually drops his head as he finds that he's floating, greatly alarming him amidst thinking, "Pops caught me!"

Whatley continues talking as a hint of dread forms. "I was really anticipating the day ya' rascals would put me in my place, reaching a power that surpasses my own. Alas, ya' haven't even learned to manipulate organic stuff and ya' never will."

Tommaso's enveloped by fear while frantically exclaiming, "Ya' don't gotta' kill me, pops!" The mullet-wearing person plants his left hand upon the middle of his chest. "I was gonna' send a group to attempt rescuing ya'! Doesn't that count for some mercy at least?!"

Whatley menacingly glares at Tommaso. "Not when it was to cover ya' tracks. It would've been dumb if ya' hadn't. Suspicion was gonna' fall on ya'." He chuckles. "Though it was Callahan who helped me escape. Sure, he did it to collect a debt from me, but he was straightforward about his intentions."

Tommaso's eyes widen, detecting a tremendous pressure ailing his brain and pleads with panic demonstrated, "Pops! No!" His head promptly explodes into numerous pieces as blood rains downward until the male plummets due to Whatley releasing him.

Simone sighs out of remorse before deviating his gaze to Whatley. "Should I instruct their burial, pops?"

Whatley nods without shifting his attention from the spot Tommaso previously was at, minimal emotion displayed. "Yeah. They were ya' brothers and my sons. A dad oughta' do that much, despite murdering them."

Simone shows a pensive attitude prior to steering his sight towards the left. "I'll be back. You two have fun chatting."

Callahan's swiftly revealed, leaning against the clock as he's aligned with Whatley's posterior, and has his arms interlocked while possessing none of his guns amidst bluntly retorting. "Oh, we will. Be quick, Simone. I wanna' SPEAK with you too."

Simone narrows his eyes, noting Callahan's emphasis, while smiling. "I'll do my best to speed through it then. This CONVERSATION oughta' be lovely."

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...