Marked

[Reeves]

Her words prompted him to grin fiendishly, no attempt at restraint for how appealing the idea of perhaps murdering a few nobodies on a payroll was. Everyone he killed deserved it as far as Morreti was concerned, and he enjoyed the rush and the challenge more than he enjoyed even living, because it was only when his life was truly being threatened that it became most apparent that he had one. "I can arrange for that. But there's not much I can do to help you once you're on the inside, so once you get what I need to know you need to work out an exit for yourself. Once you're out I can get in touch with you again, can't risk raising any suspicions that you might be helping me." He wanted to add something but visibly hesitated before eventually spitting the words out. "Good thinking, it's a sound plan and I think under that kind of pressure, Price will be eager to take all the help he can get." Finally, Morreti would rise to his feet. Although immediately upon doing this he stumbled and spent a few moments straightening himself back out, likely dizzy from having been seated for an extended period of time or not eating properly. In either case, he retrieved his helmet and started heading for the door, as if he was preparing to leave.

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