05-05-2016, 03:50 PM
Hood's perusal of the info packet was momentarily disturbed by a passing conversation. Two Moscowvite pencil-pushers openly chatting about things likely best left to behind closed doors. While nothing they were openly discussing was entirely secretive, the opinions they attached to the topic were the sort that could ruin their careers, should anyone who overheard them cared, of course.
There was an accepted level of corruption in the system. So long as it was kept quiet and an honest effort to keep it from getting out of hand, it was usually ignored. Especially when those involved were particularly highly placed. So as the two pencil-pushers walked past, their choice of topic was poorly placed but entirely amusing to Hood, who was reading about the very incident of tax evasion on the part of a one Mr Marveet.
The usual story of satellite and shell corporations, money laundering, 'misplaced assets' and insider trading. The two men were actually complaining about how challenging it was to process the associated paperwork in a manner that didn't raise too many warning flags. How inconsiderate of him to make their jobs so difficult, covering his ass, that sort of thing.
Hood just smirked, a predatory flash of amusement that, should one have been able to see his eyes under the dark Landwarriors, still didn't quite touch those emotionless orbs, and his muttered comment was barely audible, sharp with sarcasm and casual disdain, "Fucking jackass."
There was an accepted level of corruption in the system. So long as it was kept quiet and an honest effort to keep it from getting out of hand, it was usually ignored. Especially when those involved were particularly highly placed. So as the two pencil-pushers walked past, their choice of topic was poorly placed but entirely amusing to Hood, who was reading about the very incident of tax evasion on the part of a one Mr Marveet.
The usual story of satellite and shell corporations, money laundering, 'misplaced assets' and insider trading. The two men were actually complaining about how challenging it was to process the associated paperwork in a manner that didn't raise too many warning flags. How inconsiderate of him to make their jobs so difficult, covering his ass, that sort of thing.
Hood just smirked, a predatory flash of amusement that, should one have been able to see his eyes under the dark Landwarriors, still didn't quite touch those emotionless orbs, and his muttered comment was barely audible, sharp with sarcasm and casual disdain, "Fucking jackass."