*Leo*
“So, what’s this meeting for?” Darion asked only half-interestedly as he followed me down the hall to the upper meeting room. Hands shoved into his pockets, he suppressed a yawn as he idly walked behind me at my request.
“I told you. It’s to discuss our next moves against the Angels so that everybody is on the same page,” I repeated for the sixth time, sending him an irritated glance. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stop myself from snapping at the kid.
At least he was finally showing interest in how the business part works.
“What next moves? Don’t you just go and shoot the place up? Y’know, kill their leader, badass one-liner, roll credits,” Darion said, and I didn’t even need to look behind me to know he was back to doing stupid finger-guns at the walls.
“You’ve seen too many movies,” I grumbled. “Real life isn’t like that.”
