The air is tense in the large warehouse. His boots thump loudly against the dirty ground as Silco enters the building, Sevika right behind him, along with a couple other loyal men. Silco held an expression of boredom and annoyance. He was already busy enough, quite a lot on his plate having to deal with interrupted Shimmer shipment plans, and other business involved Zaun.

However, the busy plans he had for the day are interrupted with a message sent his way. One of the Chem-Baron’s wanting to have an important talk. He declined it at first, annoyed by the fact someone was interrupting his busy day. However, the Chem-Baron spoke about having information on the problems with the Shimmer shipments he was having.

Disgruntled and irritated, he decided to come. He wasn’t, by all means, scared of this meeting. He’s the Eye of Zaun, after all.

“Make it quick,” Silco mutters, his gaze roaming over the run-down warehouse before they land on a familiar figure, the Chem-Baron.

The man before him smirks, sitting in a small wooden chair as casually as ever. Quite a few of his men scattered around, for precaution. A chuckle leaves his lips, as if he had won something. “Why in such a hurry?” With one simple glare from Silco, the man shrugs and continues. “I want that corner of Zaun.”

Silco wanted to roll his eyes, although he could see Sevika doing it for him. They had gone over this many times before. “This is why you’re wasting my time? Must I remind you what my answer was last time?” He scowls, already itching to have Sevika kill him.

Instead, he doesn’t get the fearful reaction he was expecting. The Chem-Baron lifts his hand, signaling for someone to come closer. A tall man comes out from the shadows, a woman in his arms. A pained whine leaves her lips as she’s tossed to the ground, her arms and legs tied. Silco raises a brow, rather confused on what this was supposed to mean. He didn’t care about—

He freezes as soon as the man grabs the woman’s hair and yanks her up to where she’s on her knees. It’s you.