he/him
forty-eight
December 26
Slateport City
asexual
Enforcer
grunt
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Grigori Sokolov
Long Overdue
POSTED ON Jan 21, 2024 17:33:28 GMT
A request, or rather, a demand, to meet with Underboss Gavin–Cillian, usually fell into two distinct categories. Both required him to take note of you and your existence. Whether that be from an anonymous source or the follow-up to a threat of doing so, failure to comply was simply not an option. It was never an option, but Grigori felt that little besides death could abstain one.
As to the contents of the meeting, the first reason was to… ask questions. Whether it be about how some operation is going, concerns about the performance of their grunts, or simply about some potential research opportunities. There was generally little cause for concern, but one could never let their guard down. It never took much to cause larger problems.
Which is what the second type of meeting was concerned with: you had fucked up somewhere along the line. Great or tiny, significant or not, if Cillian saw it as a problem, then you’d get to talk with him privately about how much of a fuck up you are. In rare scenarios, rumors cropped up. How some grunts went but never came back.
Grigori pondered if they’d make a missing person report about him, as he solemnly strolled towards the Underboss’ office.
When he considered that his recent actions for Team Rocket amounted to odd jobs with or for Shred or howard slayte , it certainly wasn’t the first type of meeting. He’d been at the swamp with heavy Megalopolan activity, but there were an equal amount of reports written about the event. His insight wasn’t monumental to its understanding. Absolutely nothing stood out about him in any category, outside of the number of years he’d seen.
But he did distinctly recall a rather hasty talk with Zev Harcourt a few months prior. One in which he acted rashly, but justly, in. However, it had involved beast Zev, and it hadn’t ended remotely positive. No, the only surprise to this was how long it took. The man must’ve been incredibly busy, or he was doing it to get the prior mentioned Beast off his back.
Whatever the case, the grunt finally reached his office. Sweat clung to his skin, barely overpowering his cologne with a twinge of unpleasantness. His tongue clung to the roof of his mouth, too dry to pry off. With one last prayer to whichever divine being listened, Grigori entered the office.
No need to humor pleasantries. It would be anything but. “Underboss Cillian. You requested to see me?”
Cillian Quinn
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