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Clutch stops himself without saying anything, trying not to break into completely rude expressions. Crossing his arms over his chest, he lowers his gaze to the floor, lost in his thoughts, unnaturally nervously crumpling his rolled-up sleeves. The cats stand there, not daring to move or respond. They fully understand the boss's anger, and it isn't directed at them, but the way he's showing it…
Reflect looks down at Duo. He's sorting through the fringe of his scarf, his palms and shoulders are shaking slightly, and he's breathing shallowly. He doesn't look away from the possum, he doesn't even seem to blink. During a short pause, Clutch completely bristled, and a grin began to form on his face.
— May they all-
A strong blow on the table paired with a ringing. The cats shuddered, leaving them confused. With a dull, painful groan, the possum raises its hand, glinting scarlet in the warm lamplight. Time seemed to freeze for a few moments.
— Sir..! — Duo was the first to wake up, practically running up to the boss, gently taking his palm, and assessing the wounds. Red on green seems much brighter.
— I'll be right back! — Reflect flies out of the office to return soon with a med kit.
Clutch obeys the requests of subordinates without objections, allowing them to do whatever they see fit. He hisses in pain, scratching the armrest of the chair with his good hand. He lights a cigarette, takes a deep drag, and leans back with an exhale. The possum looks down at the younger one. Duo bandages their wrists, bending their backs in full concentration. Reflect stands leaning on the table with his other hand on his belt, watching the younger one. Both are stained with someone else's blood, this and the bandages on the possum are the only reminders of what happened.
— I'm losing my temper... — Clutch takes hold of his head, the fur has settled down, his face is irritated and exhausted.
— This is most likely due to fatigue, it happens. — the red cat shrugs his shoulders.
Duo ties the bandages and releases the boss. He straightens up, putting his hands on his knees, clearly pleased with his work.
— Thanks. — the possum clenches and unclenches his hand, the pain is not so nasty anymore. The cat just nodded, — Working with the syndicate has always been unpleasant. Maybe I've grown unaccustomed to it, or maybe it's gotten worse.
— But in any case, it is profitable. — Reflect tilted his head, with some irritation.
— I wouldn't take such risks... — Duo looks back at him with habitual nervousness.
— No risk, no reward. — he dabs his cigarette into the ashtray and bends over to the wards, — Can try to get a trump card. We have a modest archive at our disposal, but it contains decades of information. It's possible that there might be something useful there. You two are perceptive and meticulous, so you'll do the search. I don't give any time limits, but it will be great if you find something by the twentieth. — He has a slight smile on his face as he looks around at both.
— Whatever you say, boss. — Reflect the smiling excitement flickering in his eyes. Duo, mute, agrees with him.
— You'll start tomorrow. I'll give you access. Go now, it's getting really late.
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