"why choose one when i can use both of them?" he muses, rumbling like an earthquake.
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he leads beckett past the biometrics and into a large meeting room, similar to what he has upstairs as a board room
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"my father had this area built secretly, though not even i know why." past the massive desk, through another door. a laboratory.
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"but, you did not come here to ruminate on the mysterious of the black family. i wish to ask for your assistance."

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the duo move past a group of white-coated men and women. none of them look up, or even attempt to catch the eye of either man.

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being rich has its uses.
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they break out into a large viewing room, seats staggered back, and vertically. through the looking glass, an operating room of sorts. it lies bare. for now.
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"name it, and if it's within' my power to do so, then i will."

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gabriel does not often ferry out debts. it left too much unsaid; words unspoken could very well be a knife in his back.
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in any other situation he'd have ended this conversation here, or at the very least, pushed for something tangible to offer. but, his request was far from simple, and if he needed to be raked over the coals now, to be rewarded later, he would do so.
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"i require... materials from your ultra beast. scales, poison, some of the membranes of its wings. more, if you're willing."

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gabriel tells him.

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he doesn't give the underboss everything— no, that wouldn't do at all. if people knew the full scope of his plans he'd be public enemy number one to both the league, and rocket.
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but, he gives him enough. just the appropriate amount to satiate the initial curiosity, but no doubt leaving theo to understand this wasn't all of it. only 1/11th of it, really.[break][break]
when he finishes, gabriel is quiet for some time as he over looks the empty operating room from above. when he finally speaks, his voice was even, controlled, and lacked discernable emotion.
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"thoughts?"

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the growl comes trickling up gabriel's throat automatically. perhaps he'd spent far too much time with his pyroar.
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"that's a heavy toll, beckett." in-truth, it wasn't. the information he'd given theo, and the likes he would give in return, was of no consequence to the councilman. still.
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"a favor and my efforts. you are not the only one with a creature like this, you know."

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gabriel snatches the cigarette, crumbling it in his grip.
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"[B,pvery well, Theo. do not make me regret it.