11-07-2017, 12:54 PM
Ivan bristled on the inside. Again, he was warned, this time by Vega. He'd already said yes how many times? They were going to come after him and his anyway? Was he going to live in hiding? Would he have to put his family in protection?
It was Pol all over again. Vendetta is vendetta. He wasn't a vigilante. He believed in the law. He believed in order. What was that saying? For evil to triumph good men must do nothing?
But Olena had died. It could have been anyone in his family, if Pop had made the stop instead of Pol. There was no buying these people off. No way to peacefully coexist.
Back and forth. What decided him was what had decided him earlier. "I understand all of that. But they are coming for me and my family anyway. I am on their radar as is Nox and you. So...what would you do? Sit and wait? I didn't ask for this fight. I am in it because of who and what I am."
Still he paused. "But maybe we don't have to face them alone."
He had one other card to play. It was a long shot. He composed his message and sent it, protocol be damned. He wondered how long it would take to make its way.
Slipping his wallet back into his pocket, he said, "I'm ready to learn. Show me the way."
It was Pol all over again. Vendetta is vendetta. He wasn't a vigilante. He believed in the law. He believed in order. What was that saying? For evil to triumph good men must do nothing?
But Olena had died. It could have been anyone in his family, if Pop had made the stop instead of Pol. There was no buying these people off. No way to peacefully coexist.
Back and forth. What decided him was what had decided him earlier. "I understand all of that. But they are coming for me and my family anyway. I am on their radar as is Nox and you. So...what would you do? Sit and wait? I didn't ask for this fight. I am in it because of who and what I am."
Still he paused. "But maybe we don't have to face them alone."
He had one other card to play. It was a long shot. He composed his message and sent it, protocol be damned. He wondered how long it would take to make its way.
Slipping his wallet back into his pocket, he said, "I'm ready to learn. Show me the way."