Summary: Aria hands over the information given to her by Lincoln, to Rio. Exposing The Enterprise organisation as those responsible for the town wide disasters and murders, along with names of those inloved. Mentions: Lincoln, Sully & Devante Riley. The Enterprise Organisation. The Son's of Silence.
A: "You got here quickly." Raising a brow as she opens her door, she steps aside to let him in. Having called him only twenty minutes ago to say she needed to talk to him sooner rather than later, there was a part of her that hoped for later.
R: "I was around, and it sounded important, color me curious." With a shrug, Rio ventured into her living room, waiting politely until she gestured for him to take a seat. Watching with a creased brow when she wandered off and returned with a bottle and two glasses, it wasn't difficult to see that something was bothering her.
A: "It's important," she confirms. "And heavy, so I need you to hear me out, listen carefully, and at the end of this, I'm going to ask you to make a deal with me." Sitting down, she looks him dead in the eye. "This is your fair warning that once I tell you the first part, you're going to both want and need to know the rest, and the only way to get that from me is a deal and your word that you will honor it." Never more serious than she was right now, she wanted to be very clear, knowing that he never cared much for those who beat around the bush. Knowing him to be a man of his word, all she could do at this point was take a leap and trust him.
R: "I appreciate the transparency, even if it is clearly very... trap-like." Rio curled his lips into slight amusement, figuring that she knew fine well it was exactly that. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how he felt about not knowing what kind of deal she expected him to agree to. But did he have a choice? He knew her well enough to know he'd get nothing out of her without agreeing or giving his word, so almost reluctantly, he nodded. "Alright, 'Ria, do your worst, tell me the first part." With a small gesture and a vague smile, he sits back in the chair. Resting his arms on the sides and a foot on his knee, patiently waiting to hear what she had to say.
A: "Okay," picking up her glass, she knocks back a drink and takes a breath, already feeling like her skin was crawling. There was no predicting how this was going to go, not even she could pinpoint an outcome and honestly? It made her nervous in a way she really wasn't used to. There wasn't just one man's life on the line here, but an innocent child in the middle - one who would be left without his only guardian if she couldn't swing this the right way. "I know who's behind the attacks. Enrique's murder, the bomb at the biker festival, it's been the same people behind everything." Not even taking a breath yet, she adds, "I have names and information you need to know exactly who has been trying to ruin you." Swallowing thickly, she stops there, as already stated, she wouldn't continue without getting what she needed out of this.
R: Since he'd taken a seat in here, Rio had no doubt at all that whatever it was Aria had to share, it was important. Naturally, he'd formed a couple theories, but what she revealed was not one of them. The same second she told him without a waver in her voice that she knew who he'd been after for over a year? It made him sit forward, resting his elbows on his legs as he studied her for any hesitation. When he didn't see any, he took her at her word, just as he always had. "I'm listening," of course he was, "state your terms, cariño." Offering her the floor yet again, he knew that she wouldn't say anything more until she got what she wanted, she'd told him as much. But given the gravity of her half confession, he was pressed to think about anything she could ask that he wouldn't give her just to get the rest of the information.
A: "The person who told me about this is a part of this group. He told me because he wants it to stop, because he never agreed, knew, or signed off on executions, attacks and body counts. Rio," Aria also leans forward, wanting to really level with him and ensure that he sees how serious she is. "He knew nothing, and when he found out, the guilt rattled him enough to tell me." Okay, so maybe that was a tiny white lie, in the sense that... Lincoln did know, a long time before she did. But at this point, Aria was trying to save his life, and this was the only way she thought Rio would even consider it. "My terms are simple. You spare him, his child, his brother. Keep their names out of it as much as you can, and dismiss them if or when they get brought up. I'm talking full immunity here, I want your word that you won't come after them, that you'll tell your crew they're not the ones you want." Because that was true, after all. "... And in turn, they'll leave here. They won't come back, you'll never hear from them again. I give you my word on that. And I only ask that you remember who I am, remember that I'd never protect someone who was a part of the reason so many people have suffered." She hoped to god that counted for something, that Rio understood her enough to know it was true.
R: Dark eyes remain focused and unflinching, finding her request to be quite simple to ask, but perhaps not so simple to fulfill. "Why you?" He wonders aloud, though once he said it, he fitted the pieces together. If this group knew about the gangs, of course, they knew about their connections, but that wasn't what niggled at him the most... "I know you realise how much you're asking of me here, the risk you're taking," just by telling him and not knowing if he'd agree. "I've got to know you quite well over the years, Aria, well enough to know that there's usually two differing opinions on you. People who think you're scary," he smirked, "and cold, probably quite mean. And those who see you in your element, the ones who come to you for guidance and get exactly that. The people who know that you have a heart a lot bigger than most know. That's why I feel quite safe when I assume you're talking about someone you care for personally - maybe even love." Rio lifts a brow, deciding not to say the name, but letting it be known that he did think it was none other than the man she'd been spending the last few months with. "My word will be conditional, if I find out you're wrong, or that you're looking me in the eye and telling me a lie when you say he didn't agree or partake in the deaths, the deal is off. Other than that..." Pulling in a breath, he nods. "You have my word, I'll do what I can to leave that family out of it." In his mind, this was no longer a discussion, it wasn't a haggle, those were his terms. He couldn't help but feel the anticipation of knowing who had been tormenting them, finally, after all these months, he'd know exactly who needed to be wiped off the map.
A: "He wants to ruin them for what they're doing to the people here, he knew I could give the information to someone in a position to do that." For better or worse, she supposed. Aria only nodded, offering a hint of a smirk and raised brow as he decided to tell her how people viewed her. "I'll take both as compliments and tell you that both sides are true, but then, I'm sure you already know that too." Deciding not to comment on his assumption, she simply offered him a smile and a nod, telling him silently that he was right. If you're wrong, if you're lying... The words held the potential to rattle her so much that she only just managed to remain calm and collected. All she could hope for was that she wasn't wrong, that Link had been honest with her. "I understand, and I accept your terms." Aria breathed just a little lighter, knowing he would honour his word to the best of his ability and at this point, that's all she could ask for. "Thank you." Aria wants him to know she's grateful, that she does understand the severity of it all. "Ok then, here's what you need to know. The organization is called The Enterprize, and this," retrieving a piece of folded paper from her pocket, she holds it out to him. "...Contains every name I was given. Check them all out at your own will, but these are the people who have had their hands in the cookie jar." Meaning, those she has been told were involved in the town-wide disasters and murders.
