Colder

Downfall

Semore sat in the court and buried his face in his hands. Jesus, this is rock bottom.

"So, Mr. Butts, could you point to the men that caused the events of that night?"

Semore lifted his finger and pointed out all of his friends. One had a pregnant wife in the back who was crying. Shame. Semore forgot the reason he turned everyone in for complete immunity. Probably because the FBI was licking at his heels. Maybe he just got bored. Either way, he was off to live in a some sweet ass warm place off Jamaica or something. As long as its not Dunwall or The Rook Islands, it's all good here. Semore watched as the men were stood up an walked to the door, when? Fred turned back to look Semore in the eyes. Semore flipped him off, he was always a huge bitch anyways. Two men in uniform approached him.

"Are you ok Mr. Butts?"

"Damn straight. Lets discuss the witness protection program shit."

"Come with us."

They walked into a interrogation room in the back. One of the men handed Semore a pan-flit.

"The fuck is this?!?" The pan-flit showed Arendelle in the middle of there infamous winters.

"Where your going to be living."

"That's funny. So where's the real thing?"

"Sir, this is the "real thing"." The man said sternly.

"Fucking Christ. Wait, I thought America and Arendelle weren't allowed any, you know, traveling."

"That's private business. Please step on to the bus outside, it will take you to your boat."

So. That's a fill in. That was month ago. Semore was fulfilling his dream of town drunk for the first time. Then Phill-Bitch-Tits-ipan came along.

"Semore?" Phillipan asked.

"Ya. Witness protection program. How the fuck did you get here? And what's up with your hat?"

"Plane."

"Good going there, Osama. So why are you here?"

"To see Frost." Phillipan said, shrugging.

"I thought Frost lived in Dunwall."

"Did you listen to half the shit he said?"

"Like, a quarter. Well anyways,if he won't let you up to see him, give him this." Semore handed him a sticky note from his pocket, neatly folded. Phillipan had a urge not to open it.

"Thanks. And um, I'm sorry. I was an idiot to break down the crew, and I'm pretty sure I started the downfall of the company, a-"

"Oh shut the fuck up. Your forgiven." Semore hugged Phillipan in a friendly way, keeping an inch or so between the genitals.

"Let's go see that rich S.O.B."