[something bigger than an assassination. . . a wide-scale attack on many people at once, perhaps? but Akira can't picture the Syndicate harming the needier people of the city. maybe. . . only on the ricer parts of the city, if what the rumors said about them killing nobles is true]
[. . . he's making assumptions, here. neither he nor Rion know enough to understand what any of this means. but for as much as Rion goes pale, Akira tenses, gaze narrowing behind his glasses]
[wordlessly, he pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket, sliding same across the table towards her. then he leans back and folds his arms, watching her expectantly should she choose to pick it up and examine it]
[if she does, she'll find a simple note written across it: Your work has been noticed, loyalty is rewarded. If interested in allies, respond to the first child you see next light.]
no subject
[. . . he's making assumptions, here. neither he nor Rion know enough to understand what any of this means. but for as much as Rion goes pale, Akira tenses, gaze narrowing behind his glasses]
[wordlessly, he pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket, sliding same across the table towards her. then he leans back and folds his arms, watching her expectantly should she choose to pick it up and examine it]
[if she does, she'll find a simple note written across it: Your work has been noticed, loyalty is rewarded. If interested in allies, respond to the first child you see next light.]