Frank sat at his desk, waiting for Reggie to return with news. He puffed at a cigar while pondering his next move, however he had a persistent thought that kept bugging him. He remember how strange Reggie acted when he visited Steinman, he looked flustered. He put his cigar down, Frank thought about Reggie for a moment, his handsome scarred face and- Frank blushed, biting his lip to hide a smile.
Footsteps passed his door causing him to jump. It was just a guard, whistling a tune to himself. Frank huffed, annoyed as he got startled and distracted from his thoughts. He turned to a newspaper, reading about whatever was going on while he hadn’t changed. Atlas was starting to cause more bother with his rallies, drawing unwanted attention to Fontaine by Ryan.
The door opened, Frank snapped his head up and put the paper down. It was only Reggie,
“We did it, Boss! three of ‘em dead! All in Apollo Square!”
“Three?! All dead?” Frank asked, surprised.
“Yep! All cops dead!” Reggie smiled.
Frank scoffed, “Cops? Those half-assed constables ain’t cops! Just bastards with badges!”
Reggie laughed, “Well I think all of 'em are bastards with badges! Anyway, we hit 'em, shot two myself!” Reggie puffed out his chest proudly, he continued, “But uh…ya don’t mind me askin’ Boss, not that I would question your strategy but…are ya sure that takin’ out those guys will get ya want ya want?”
Frank didn’t respond and didn’t make eye contact with Reggie, who sat down. He knew what he was asking. He took a new glass and poured Reggie a Brandy and gave it to him, Reggie raised his glass, “Cheers!” he took a swig, “I needed that!”
“Don’t worry, Reggie.” Frank said, “Ryan will think it’s me but he don’t got the proof, or betta’ yet! He’ll blame Atlas!”
“Seems like ya want him after you, Boss!” Reggie said.
Frank nodded, “That’s the plan! Maybe I wanna go out, guns-blazing! Then all I need is for Atlas outta the picture, then I’ll take his place.”
“Explains that,” Reggie said.
“I gave Ryan a chance to see Rapture my way but he didn’t budge. People side with him but now they’ll see that his real side. A dictator. Then people will turn and they’ll turn ta’ me.” Frank said, an evil smirk on his face.
Reggie shifted, “But…ya could get killed, Boss.” his tone wavered like he was worried and Frank picked up on that.
“Ya know I can’t say Fontaine forever,” Frank said.
Reggie nodded solemnly.
“Good thing is that no one except you know about my secret.” Frank looked out his window, watching as a school of fish passed by.
“Yeah, but still, Boss. What if someone found out and they kill you?” Reggie asked.
All Frank could do was shrug.
He got up and put his glass on the desk, turning towards the door. Frank watched after him before he called out,
“Reggs.”
Reggie turned around and looked down at Frank, confused. Frank walked up to him, looking up at Reggie then throwing his right arm around Reggie’s neck, dragging him down as Frank’s left hand took Reggie’s chin as Frank kissed him. Reggie stood dumbstruck with his arms up in shock, eyes wide. When Frank leaned away, Reggie asked,
“Boss?”
“I think ya can call me Frank now.”
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