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[silvasabadboy]

"I can handle their Hazing sir, and yeah... sorry about being a bit MIA there." She says with a slight apologetic look. "I would enjoy going on another mission if you find any others. That would be cool."

“Hmm.” Silva smiles, looking away out the window of his office. The waves lap against the stone wall of the habour. It’s a comforting sound.

“I have a mission coming up, yes. One I intend to send the Forger on. The boy will need a bodyguard to accompany him however. Lazarus has duties here on the Island to attend to, and Felix will be… otherwise occupied.”

The cyberterrorist falls silent. There isn’t a soul on the Gunkanjima who knows what he has planned for the Spanish lad, and Silva would rather things stayed that way.

“I sent my Secretary to fetch him earlier today. Alex is a mute, Jean. You may find him harder to work with than Lazarus, but the darling boy is not without his surprises.”

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And suddenly, Cliff's body arches off the ground, his eyes snapping wide open, and a strangled, pained gasp escapes him, the wound in his head abruptly healing. He scrambles back, shuddering and letting out raspy sob like sounds, trembling violently. It takes him a moment to regain himself, and he gives Silva a shaky, humorless grin. "D-do you understand now, Sir?"

An immortal. Silva watches the changes occur with unhidden interest. He even laughs in slight surprise as the boy scrambles back onto his feet.

"Well, Cliff. That is quite the trick."

Without warning, he grabs the Secretary's shirt collar, pulling him close. He inspects the bullet wound on the boy's temple - even as the wound closes around Raoul's finger. I wonder...

Abruptly Silva pushes the boy away. "So you cannot die. You wanted to show me this... and?" Silva's eyes are serious. "You think this changes anything between us? Well, perhaps it does. Now I know when you annoy me I can use you for target practise... in fact-"

Silva grins. "It would be useful for all my gunmen to practise on a living object from time to time. What do you think, Cliff?"

He curls his fingers in the boy's hair.

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Cliff smiles humorlessly. "You misunderstand, sir. Just...watch." He murmurs, sliding his finger back onto the trigger, and pulling it back. The shot rings out through the room, Cliff's body jerking, then falling to its knees, gun slipping from limp fingers. Blood and brain matter have painted a gruesome canvas. However, something strange happens only a moment later. Cliff's body begins to convulse.

Silva decides right there and then he's not going to convince the boy otherwise. If Cliff wants to kill himself... so be it. He lets go of the gun, lets the Secretary blow his brains out.

He makes such a mess on his carpet.

Silva sighs deeply, rubbing a hand over his eyes. And again, he would have to call the cleaners in to tidy up. Someone to drag Cliff's corpse to the refrigerator. They can unpick his body later.

The twitching is odd. Silva looks down, assumes that the shot must have been off - the bullet striking a nerve and causing a slow brain death as opposed to something outright. He nudges the body with his shoe, rolling Cliff onto his back.

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"I am probably making a huge mistake in telling you this...But there's no real way to explain it, actually, so I will just show you." Cliff said quietly, pulling a pistol out of his pocket, and placing the gun against his temple.

"Cliff... what are you doing?" Silva places his hand gently around his Secretary's wrist. There's a noticable lack of trembling.

"Why now? Why do you wish to kill yourself, hm? Is the job not to your satisfaction anymore? Tch, I thought this was better for you... I took you off the street, I gave you a home."

Gently Silva teases Cliff's finger away from the trigger. "Are you saying the island no longer appeals to you?"

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A quiet Cliff enters Silva's office, with an oddly determined look in his eyes. "Sir...I want to confess something to you. And to show you something."

"Do you now? Well then..." he pushes himself up from his desk and walks towards the boy, hands held behind his back.

"Best tell me, Cliff. Don't keep me waiting."

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To Cliff and his cups of tea.

[silvasabadboy]

"No, sir." She murmurs quietly, not meeting Silva's eyes. "I apologize for bothering you. I won't do so again." She makes to leave, a sinking and resigned feeling settling in her gut.

Silva watches Cliff make her exit. Not bother me again? Of course you will. Every time you come in here with a cup of tea and your vivid green eyes. Expecting, but never demanding. Just waiting.

When would the pretty Cliff realise his/her input is required? You have to be ruthless to get what you want in this world. Silva looks down at Em, happily munching her biscuits in the dog bowel.

The bulldog doesn't talk, can't speak her mind, and neither apparently can Cliff. Not at the moments when it matters. Silva gave her options, the timid Secretary was just too shy to use them. She dug her own pit.

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Cliff flushes with mortification and embarrassment, clearing her throat. "I-I'd rather not say, s-sir. I won't bend t-to their perverse demands." She says quietly, not meeting his eyes. She clenches her eyes shut for a moment, refusing to tear up in shame. She hates grey faces, more then anything.

Silva sighs. Dross and vulgar, all of it. He swallows back his resentment, placing Em to one side on the sofa. The puppy immediately tries to burrow it's nose into the dip of his thigh on the sofa. Raoul laughs."You little devil..." He picks Em up by the folds of her neck. "Little bitch, but  you do like me, don't you? Not like her. Good dog."

Standing up, he walks with his puppy danging in his grip towards the other side of the room, fetching a couple of tasty biscuits to place in her dog bowel. Then he gets some water for her to lap up noisely.

Finally he returns his attention back to Cliff.

"Perverse demands? I don't really care, darling. As long as you do your work we have no issues, you and I."

He nods thoughtfully, before flicking his fingers towards the door. "Out. Unless you actually want to tell me yourself what this issue behind your returned female hood boils down to."