Amidst a dimly lit room, encircled by his loyal men, Elliot held a meeting as they deliberated a matter that seems so distant.

The pungent aroma of cigar smoke hung in the air, clinging to the memories of countless decisions made in that very room. The worn leather of his office chair creaked beneath his presence. A unwanted hand from one of Elliot’s men made an advancement, a little to close to Elliot’s liking- out of the corner of his eye, blowing out from his cigar.

“Don’t touch her-,”