“Oh of course! I’ll get right on that!”
She didn’t remember that order at all, but it wouldn’t stop her from brightening up and acting like it had all just come back to her. She smiled at the other, giving another quick bow before hurrying off to do as she’d been bid, typing herself a quick note on her phone that she’d never remember to read (The new note probably being saved right next to her old one of the last thing she’d forgotten).
And the Spider head new it. He would have to look into the dog fighting ring himself. A lot of big names seemed to involved with this one in particular. He was not one for black mail. It took up time and in most cases the people he deemed worth black mailing were too arrogant to fork over the money, thinking they could out smart the Phantom Troupe.
No, he would steal one of the top dog’s puppies and raise it himself than sick it on it’s own father. Of course rigging the whole thing and placing a large bet on his own dog.
Why go through the long processes of raising a dog? Because he could easily sell the thing for millions of jennies after the match, plus the spider had been wanting a pet. He couldn’t just steal a dog that wouldn’t make him a profit once he got bored of it. That just wouldn’t do.
He went to the ring himself, dressed in casual clothes for the occasion. The sounds of mutts ripping each other to shreds as sadistic men looked on and cheered assaulted his ears when he walked in. The dingy building reeking of sweat and blood. Human bodies jam packed around a hole in the ground. Through the small spaces between them he could see two huge dogs throwing themselves at each other in blind rage, illuminated by bright over head lights.
The barks of other dogs waiting in cages up against the ware house walls seemed to drive the beasts on, tearing into each with fangs and brute force.
His eyes easily slide off this carnage, too desensitized from years of a much worse kind of violence. The kind man carried in his heart towards other men. Instead they scanned the crowd, catching sight of Vicious’s owner.
The head of the Spider smiled and moved through the throng of people to speak with him. Hoping to sweet talk him into revealing what he wanted.
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