Crackers were eaten with attention, the apparence of not giving a flying fuck about the man’s words painted on Ghost’s face when, in truth, the hacker listened with attention. Thought, too, on what they could say or not, what would be in their advantage to admit or not. It was a dangerous game. An interesting game. And someone who hated that purulent groupuscule was always given the benefit of the doubt, in Ghost’s mind.
“So low ? You’re not anyone, don’t beat you down, boss…”
After all, the real low people were the ones needing the help of criminals to resolve their little problems. They were just offering a service for a price.
“Everything ? We’ve only met ten minutes ago….”
A chuckle, followed by a stretch of their legs. But Ghost would oblige, it was asked so nicely, after all…
“Mh-hm… Baron Helmut Zemo, last of his name. Equivalent to Royalty for the Sokovians. Colonel of EKO Scorpion, a black ops commando in the service of the Sokovian Army… You lost your wife, only child and father in the battle of Sokovia. Laid low in your grief, plotting your next move, the total annihilation of the concept of Super Soldiers and superheroes in general - as if the Sokovia Accords weren’t already of a leash… And you did, you madlad. You did. Got caught and stopped, put to jail and… Then I kinda lost track. Was busy with being a hidrance on the rich of this world.”
Ghost sighed, once done, then drank some soda, delighting in the sugary fizz.
“Whew, not used to talk so much in one go, here…”
Well weren’t they quite knowledgable? Interesting, as he wasn’t sure how the demise of his family, the reason behind every action he had done that led to Siberia, was able to reach Ghost. But no matter, one could possibly put two and two together if anyone would be checking the obituaries, or the names of the people unfortunate enough to be added to the list of casualties after Sokovia fell.
Once Ghost was done talking, he let them take a break and waited until they finished drinking their soda before resuming to speak again. “I’m impressed you knew so much about me. I suppose it is safe to say that I have nothing to hide anymore. Anything that happened to me during my incarceration is of no importance or interest, after all.” And he would rather not speak about it if he were given a choice. “Now I shall get back to work. You try and get some shut eye. It would be some time until we get to our destination, so please try and rest. I will have Oeznik wake you when we land.”
