“Well now... That certainly looks unpleasant.“
The news coverage of the disastrous state of Golden flashed across the screen of the nearby television, a cocked brow raised as the criminal mastermind watched on. Quite the mess those people are stuck in... And the riot instigated by the Saints wasn’t even that long ago! Those poor people have a bit of a bad luck streak lately... Who knows how long that’ll last? Roman maintained a casual demeanor as he watched the news, gloved fingers fiddling with the glass of whiskey by his side. At the very least, Golden didn’t have any major Saints-related resources tucked away there... Some of the gang members might be stuck there at the moment, but they’re certainly capable of handling themselves.
... Right?
“Poor saps... Oh well, maybe this’ll toughen up some Saints stuck there,” Roman mused quietly to himself before taking another slow sip, savoring the strong taste lingering in his mouth. “Still though, it’d be best to get as much info on the mess as possible. I’ll check with Neo and see if...”
His words trailed off once he started thinking about Neo, finally realizing that he actually has a vital stake in the outcome of this game. Golden Ward... the very ward where Neo lived. The same ward that was practically quarantined until further notice. The realization has his grip tighten on the fragile glass in hand-- any tighter would end up breaking it. His brow furrowed as he suddenly stood up, quickly forcing the rest of his drink down his throat before slamming it back down to free up his hand.
Now he rested into his pocket to pull out his phone, quickly pulling up his contact to make a new message. Roman needed to find out what her situation was... The longer time passes, the more likely he’ll end up strolling on down there to find out for himself.
TO: NEO FROM: ROMAN
[TEXT] Are you in Golden right now? What’s going on, Neo?
( @parasmol, check your phone! )












