>>5678569You take a moment to think things over.
As useful as Ivan’s friends may be for putting out a future fire, there’s a solid enough chance that you’ll never be coming back here again.
Who knows how loyalties may shift a few days, weeks, or months from now?
And that’s not even counting the impending firestorm that’s sure to have marked impacts in the existing balance of power.
To that end, you free Ivan and give him the go ahead to leverage all of his local contacts; pointing him towards Max so that they can better coordinate their plans.
While they begin plotting, you move on to the Accountant’s second round of questioning.
Much like the first go-round, he barely even acknowledges your presence.
You only manage to glean a response when you make an offhand comment about him being the sole holdout among the prisoners; something that causes him to visibly grit his teeth in frustration.
Sensing a weak point, you pounce on it and ask him point-blank why he’s intent on giving you so much trouble. The others flipped easily enough, but not him. There’s gotta be a reason for that.
As his face shifts from an impassive mask into a hateful snarl, you quickly realize that you’ve brought up a very sensitive topic.
From what you can decipher of the rapid-fire Russian practically spat in your face, the Accountant <span class="mu-s">hates</span> you, with every fiber of his being. The reasoning for this enmity is quickly clarified.
His brother was one of the various associates assigned to the protective detail; the ones that you and Bobo carved through like a hot knife through a stick of butter.
And his father was one of the mobsters that you executed like it was the Valentine’s Day Massacre.
He rants and raves like a man possessed about how in one night, you’ve wiped out the entirety of his life’s work and everyone that he looks up to.
When you ask why he was willing to surrender, he just makes a bitter remark about not being able to stop you either way. At least this way, he has a chance of staying alive.
You notice that he’s clenching his fists with such force that his nails are digging into the palm of his hand and drawing blood.
Your questioning immediately peters due to the worry that you may inadvertently push him too far and cause him to do something insanely stupid.
Still, there’s definitely a part of the story that he’s keeping under wraps. Hell, he still hasn’t even given you a name during his vitriol-filled tirade.
You put the gag back in and blackbag the Accountant once more.
