Motivation
summary: a reason. (sequel to Retribution)
a/n: feel very free to tell me, "you watch too many movies, hesse" or "three drabbles don't make an actual story, hesse. stop spamming everyone."
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He picks up his cell phone on the second ring, eyes canvassing the area, colors muted by polluted snow and polarized shades. Leaning against the corner of a brick building, he thrusts his right hand into a coat pocket. Salt grains crunch beneath his feet and plumes of steam hiss from a nearby sewer grate. A station wagon trundles past, leaving grey slush in its wake. He loathes Detroit in the wintertime, in the same way all its denizens do. And yet he bears it year after year, inextricably bound to its downtrodden soul.
"Burke," he answers curtly.
"So, Moreau didn't cave."
Peter tenses. The voice on the other end is unmistakable. The head of the Family. He treads carefully, keeping his tone even and neutral. "No, she didn't."
"I expected as much." A period of silence. "Your intel on Caffrey?"
"An informant has confirmed that he'll come to me. I'll take care of it when it's time."
"I appreciate your discretion, as always, Peter." A warm note of gratitude. "Remember, keep him alive. I will deal with him personally."
"Understood."
"Good." Elizabeth's lips curve into a wry half-smile. "Caffrey should know by now that no one steals from me without paying for it."
a/n: feel very free to tell me, "you watch too many movies, hesse" or "three drabbles don't make an actual story, hesse. stop spamming everyone."
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He picks up his cell phone on the second ring, eyes canvassing the area, colors muted by polluted snow and polarized shades. Leaning against the corner of a brick building, he thrusts his right hand into a coat pocket. Salt grains crunch beneath his feet and plumes of steam hiss from a nearby sewer grate. A station wagon trundles past, leaving grey slush in its wake. He loathes Detroit in the wintertime, in the same way all its denizens do. And yet he bears it year after year, inextricably bound to its downtrodden soul.
"Burke," he answers curtly.
"So, Moreau didn't cave."
Peter tenses. The voice on the other end is unmistakable. The head of the Family. He treads carefully, keeping his tone even and neutral. "No, she didn't."
"I expected as much." A period of silence. "Your intel on Caffrey?"
"An informant has confirmed that he'll come to me. I'll take care of it when it's time."
"I appreciate your discretion, as always, Peter." A warm note of gratitude. "Remember, keep him alive. I will deal with him personally."
"Understood."
"Good." Elizabeth's lips curve into a wry half-smile. "Caffrey should know by now that no one steals from me without paying for it."