His Wet Nurse

Suspects (14)

"Why do you look so pale? It's not as if you were the one who got shot at, you could use a little bit of sunlight." Jose teased walking behind a much taller and brooding Theo as they made it to his magnificent living room.

Jose inhaled sharply in the middle of the room. "It's been a while here, I love the ambiance. The Turkish designers spent all their talent here, I say six figures is too little a price for this luxury."

Theo poured him a glass of scotch but he declined. "I'm still suffering the effects of last night's rampage, Edna almost threw me out when I came home hanging on the shoulders of two chicas." His face dropped to a much solemn look. "I think I need a divorce, I've had enough."

"You're always caught in the act, clean up your mess and return to your wife. I don't know much about women but I'm certain a little bit of talk would help." Theo said absentmindedly, Jose stared in surprise, his sad eyes wide as saucers before a thin smile spread across his face.

"I didn't know you could ever do that!"

"Do what?"

"Talk about... yunno marriage, women_"

"Cut the crap, Jose, you know I don't do that."

"Ah there goes the usual Theo, right? Rigid, impassioned about feelings and women not to talk of conjugal bliss." Jose teased. "Speaking of women, what happened to the lady who took the bullet for you? Is she okay? How did she get mixed up in this?"

"She's at the hospital, just a stranger," Theo responded even though Jose waited for more details but sighed when he kept quiet.

"I think the colonel was in on this too, I mean how else would such a thing happen in his vicinity? They must be trying to get rid of you, Theo."

"What?"

Jose shifted forward, his elbows on his thighs when he spoke. "Look I heard something from a friend last night at the bar, yes I was a little tipsy but I could still comprehend what he told me. Said something about the colonel and a good number of them sponsored men joining the matrix."

"What's that?"

"That... it's like a cult," Jose blurted ominously.

"C'mon, Jose."

"I'm dead serious Theo! These people, the new government, didn't want to involve people like George Hobart and maybe you because you guys worked for the previous government who were sternly against their organization's principles."

"Colonel Freeman worked for the previous administration as well."

"Well... I don't know how that sly fox got into the good books of Kiera May," Jose hissed. "Must've sold his soul off, but I assure you these were not just mere conspiracies, this sort of threat wouldn't have been possible without a prior intel to the club owner."

"Colonel Freeman wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, he would, he's with the winning team now and they think you're in their way."

Theo contemplated Jose's words for some time, it seemed plausible, moreover, his years of hustle and dealing with life had taught him never to trust anyone. Everyone was a suspect, every damn person around him was!

Damn the conspiracy theory or whatever matrix they belonged to, if he ever discovered who plotted against him and tried to take him down, he wasn't going to remember the word mercy. Unlike his late father, Theodore had grown up an unforgiving brutal man.

His father claimed he inherited such a brutal mind from his grandfather who was a maimer. But circumstances were what forged Theo into the cold-hearted monster he was. Watching the men who had sworn loyalty to his father be the ones to set him up for the kill was a groundbreaking experience for Theo.