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[Tabris]

As Ben waited in the shadows behind the container he nodded to himself, now he would either get answers, be killed or get nothing and escape. Time always told what would happen.

As Alvin called out his presence Ben silently drew his pistol and checked it over quickly just incase while answering in a calm and mildly surprised tone.

"And you came, I must say I half-expected you to send Alvarez or perhaps a Commissar, but than again you always did like doing your work up close and personal." he commented lightly, clutching the pistol in his hands as he flicked the safety off silently.

"Amazing is it not?" he asked with a light chuckle. "That the betrayed would dare to poke his head out of his hole right in the sights of the hunter, you must be wondering 'Why would he do this?' or 'He's normally smarter than this.' " he commented, his tone light and almost cheerful with a side of sarcasm. "But I digress, I always have a reason for every action I take, so I shall enlighten you, during the Civil War the crew of the Lithuania saw fit to attempt to kill me, however I know they were not loyal to the Volkhan which only leaves you, the question I have for you is simple; Why?" he asked, his tone turning as cold as the Siberian Ice Field as he waited for an answer, listening for both an answer from his old friend and any sound that would give away his position.