Messy Mazes
@mxharlika
“Who are you and how did you get this number.”
“I know who you guys are. I know what you guys do. I know what you’ve done with some innocent civilians. Consider this a warning. If I catch wind of you lot doing that shit again, I’ll personally behead each one of you, one by one. You got me?
“Don’t try calling, I’ll be watching.”
The phone call had ended with that, though Roman knew it wouldn’t be the last time they called. He gave the woman a warning to not pick it up if it was from someone she didn’t know as he knew she’d probably get her ear chewed off. They weren’t a very smart lot from what he’d gathered. They couldn’t track anyone, and if she did end up picking up, they’d definitely get a very different voice on the line.
That didn’t stop them, did it? They rang again and again in hopes of getting the make of the person threatening their underground business. It took them a few days to try again, but once they did, they managed to get an answer.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? And how the fuck did you get this number? Making threats against us is no laughing matter,” the nasally voice barked into the line. “We make people like you dis--What? No I’m trying to scare em. Wha--No! This is my job! You said I--Fine-FINE alright alright! Here.”
A different voice came over the phone, one that was more calm and restrained. Professional. Cold.
“Hello? My apologies for my friend, see, he’s not very collected at the moment. We take threats very seriously here. Now, who am I speaking to? And how did you come across our number?”
