(Mordecai heller pov) (Before Atlas's death)

★ 1923, St. Louis, Missouri. Mordecai, Viktor and their prior relationship. Emotions are tricky to pin down. ★

♧They were both in some kind of alley, if you could still call it that, since there was nothing to change the name of what that place is, with the exception that it was full of lead holes and blood on the walls. But let's not forget something very noticeable, it was full of dead and bloody corpses around. something led them to this, in short, it was an unforeseen massacre. Atlas had probably sent the two triggerman's to do something, but something happened that led them to this situation, Viktor had one of the buttons on his vest broken, and there was blood on his white shirt, Mordecai was not so different, he was also very messy, only he did not have as much blood on his clothes since he was not fighting hand to hand and with a piece of iron in hand, rather, he had his Colt 1911 weapon, although that was not It took away that he had some scratches on his face. but back to the current situation, Mordecai was complaining that the feat was disappointing for some reason, the problem? Well, it is known that Viktor's main language is not English, and he only has a basic vocabulary for conversations without much fuss, and Mordecai was using a lot of strange and cultured words that were definitely not in his Slovak vocabulary, and he was looking confused at the other guy♧