"Hey, hey now, take it easy, officer" soft words, spoken with a grin slip out of the confident biker. The tone was mocking, in a way, and given with a nonchalance that felt almost out of place. It didn't matter if a cop was right there, threatening the Hell Catz president, no. Aboa was calm, confident, and charming as ever. Even if he had been worried, his brother was waiting nearby, and that massive lion man wasn't one to mess with.

He'd known the prospect was a double agent, a cop trying to infiltrate the notorious crew. But the kid was a good driver, and his VP seemed to like them. He'd hoped they'd be able to be swayed to stick around with the Catz, to be a real member one day. 'Course, that was a hopeful dream, and that prospect called in a raid on the crew.Almost as soon as it had began raid was over quick, with only the little prospect and some other cop left standing. They were pretty ignorant to go against the Catz.

"You messed with the wrong pride, pals. I mean come on, curiosity killed the cat, right? You mess with the lion, you get the cla-" before he can finish the tangent of seemingly endless cat puns, Amari coughs on the other side of the door, a subtle signal to shut up. A laugh bubbles up from Aboagye,as the man slinks over and pours himself a drink.

"Now, how about we come to some kind of deal, yeah?" He smiles, genuine but showing off his ego, like he doesn't see this going any way but his way. "You two will be moles for me, keeping the fuzz off our tails. In in return, you get to go home to your families." His smile falls as he looks away for a moment. "Or, well, you don't leave this room." The meaning was clearer than a cloudless sky.