Typhon looked down at his cell phone. 11:45 they were late. He sighed as he shifted on his chair and looked around the empty warehouse he was in. "I hope the others have good excuses on why they're making us wait." Locke said as he turned his eyes to Glass who was sitting silently to his right. His secretary standing behind him. Though she was no longer just his secretary. Now she was Arc. A villainess who wore a pure white dress with a ball room masquerade mask on. The bottom of the dress was cut such that it wouldn't hamper movement but still look reasonably well on her. Typhon's own right hand, Jevel, was leaned up against the wall behind Typhon looking as if he was about to fall asleep.
"I hope so too, it is not wise to make the one you wish to appease wait on you." Glass replied. "Especially when that someone is you."
Typhon shook his head. "No, it's you, remember our deal? You're better at handling this sort of thing anyway."
"So I am to take the lead in this discussion? How fair of you." Glass scowled.
Typhon shrugged. "Take comfort in knowing I back you Glass and just deal with it."
"Tch, Fine, Very fucking well then." He threw his hands up to emphasize his dissatisfaction but quickly lowered them when he felt Typhon glaring at him.
It wasn't long after that before another man entered the warehouse. He was large, sturdily built, and the expression on his face was one of immense annoyance. He wore no costume and instead has on a white T-shirt and tattered blue jeans with metal chains around his neck. His hair was a chestnut brown and was slicked back. "I'm telling you Reaver my guys didn't lay a hand on any of your punks!"
Following after him was a lean man wearing a red cloak with a cowl pulled over his head concealing all but the end of his nose and his mouth. The Golden emblem of the Brotherhood, a sword driven into the ground with a man holding its hilt, branded the outfit. With golden trails leading out from it and encompassing the outfit like an embrace. "Some of my best men died today Hector, they were good men, at least as good as they could get when they worked under me." Reaver snapped back at the brunette.
"And I'm sorry to hear that, but it ain't me or my guys!"
"Then who? Glass doesn't have the firepower and Typhon wouldn't come after my men." Reaver Shot back.
Hector tried to reply but was silenced when Typhon raised his hand. "What's this about?"
"Several members of my gang have been murdered over the course of the past two days including Steel and Richtor." Reaver explained. "I just want to know who did this so I can tear them to shreds."
Typhon gave a look to Glass and despite the masks he could tell Glass had the same thought as he did. "Reaver, I'm going to have to ask you to stay out of this meeting."
Reaver took a step back as he scowled. "What? Why? I'm a member of the alliance just as much as anyone else, I deserve to meet this new-" Reaver fell silent as a dawning realization hit him. He took on a more composed demeanor then resumed speaking. "You'll call me in if they're responsible, won't you?"
"I promise Reaver." Typhon replied as he motioned to Jevel. "Jevel, take him nearby, but out of sight."
"Got it." Jevel replied as he made his way to Reaver and in an instant the two disappeared. Hector took a seat at the table and released a sigh.
"That Guy is always a god damn headache." He groaned.
"He chose to abide by the rules just as you did so he's apart of this." Typhon replied. Hector grumbled something incoherent but didn't make it clear afterwards. The warehouse fell silent and minutes passed before those in question appeared. Pinpoint entered the warehouse alongside three other individuals. Two men and a woman. The first man was obviously the leader as he was at the head of the group. He wore a black body suit with white marks alluding to scars all across it. He wore a mask similar to pinpoint, which Typhon notes the other two member of the group also wore, and the man's hair was wavy black. The woman behind him was Latino judging by her skin color and she wore a pinks and red body suit with swirls on it that gave her a hypnotic look. It didn't help that she had quite the attractive figure. Her raven colored hair was tied into a braid and rested over her shoulder. The final man and dark green hair and his costume was more like bulky armor. It design sung to images of magma as there were visible cracks in the black armor where a burning red poured through. The man leaned up against the wall to the warehouse and rested his weapon, a black spear made from obsidian, on his shoulder. The woman stoped a few feet away from the table while pinpoint and his boss sat down at said table. However Typhon was intrigued at the utter sense of fear he felt from the other two. They feared their boss. Typhon wondered why Pinpoint did not.
