Roman Torchwick / Romidia

   “There was around two dozen of those pesky robots last time I looked at the photos of the intelligence. I don’t know if there’s any more– or any less. We’ll take a small group of our men with us. Nothing that will attract too much attention. I don’t want to get bloodied up, especially in this brand new suit. We’ll see what they’ve got, and then we’ll come back here.”

   Roman tugs a cigar from the breast pocket of his suit coat, before placing it between his teeth. Lighter is removed from a lower pocket, and the cigar is lit. Soon, short puffs of smoke are trailing from between his lips as he speaks. 

   “Sound good?”

❝ When the Operation is commenced, you work under my orders, that is my one condition. We are partners, and though you DO have experience with this, I don’t want ANY chances of things going awry. I’m not WORRIED about you, more along the lines of your so called MEN you order. I’ve seen them in action…the WHITE FANG, right? They’re a SORRY LOT for sure. ❞

Tone is demanding, eyes locked onto his own as she offered her single rule; after all, last time she had an ASSIGNMENT where she didn’t run it, the entire squad but she got killed. Hence why SALEM sent her on singular tasks…but this one, provided by CINDER, was a group assignment…and she despised that. Form moves past him now, heading over to the door of the office as she spoke over her shoulder back to him.

❝ We should go make sure our gear and your so-called ‘MEN’ are well equipped, Torchwick. Are you coming? ❞