Dimitri fought off the feeling of exhaustion as the train car rumbled silently along the tracks. He paid little heed to the people that rode alongside him as they casted wayward glances at him, he especially went out of his way to disregard the middle-aged woman who started to complain when he chipped the mud on his arm onto the train car's floor after it had stopped cooling. The ride was uneventful, and after the third stop Dimitri slowly got up and hobbled out of the train alongside several others. No sooner than after Dimitri stepped out of the train did his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. Dimitri pulled the device out, smiling softly at the sound of Oskar Schuster's Fjalæger informing him of his father's desire to speak with him before he swiped his thumb across the screen. 
"[b][color=00746b]Evening father, to what do I owe the pleasure?[/color][/b]" Dimitri began with a formal tone that he reserved for those that he believed to be of higher status than himself. There was a grunt on the other end before a deep and somewhat posh tone responded "[b][color=9e0b0f]Spare me your greetings. I caught word from the agency that you failed to acquire information from the magus you caught tonight.[/color][/b]", "[b][color=00746b]I see. Word certainly does travel fast among the higher ups, doesn't it?[/color][/b]" "[b][color=9e0b0f]Do not change the subject.[/color][/b]". Dimitri grimaced slightly and stopped a few feet away from the stairs that would take him back onto the streets, "[b][color=00746b]No. I was unfortunately unable to acquire the information. The magus proved to be extremely resilient to interrogation attempts, even with several dozen milliamperes coursing through his flesh.[/color][/b]" "[b][color=9e0b0f]Unfortunate. I trust that you were at least able to dispatch with the magus efficiently?[/color][/b]". Dimitri shifted uncomfortably, but he didn't make his father wait long for an answer, "[b][color=00746b]Yes sir. I filled his flesh with one hundred milliamperes. The magus died of heart failure in three minutes, after which I removed his head to prevent any sort of resuscitation.[/color][/b]" "[b][color=9e0b0f]You could have killed that magus in less time.[/color][/b], "[b][color=00746b]I did not want to leave any more mess for the agency's clean up crew to deal with than necessary.[/color][/b]" "[b][color=9e0b0f]Very well. I plan to make a visit to your hunting grounds sometime within the next month. I trust that you can avoid muddling the Cromwell name in the meantime, yes?[/color][/b]" "[color=00746b][b]Yes sir.[/b][/color]".

Dimitri let out a sigh as his father hung up on him. This was how just about every conversation went between the two of them. For a moment Dimitri had considered asking how his mother was doing, however he knew that his only response from his father would have been how he was wasting his time with unimportant details. Dimitri also wondered whether or not he should have told his father about the fire magus he'd fought not too long ago, however he held his tongue for fear of his father deciding to visit earlier rather than later. The hunter shuddered at the thought of the bloodbath that would have ensued were his father to arrive with knowledge that he'd allowed a magus to both seriously injure a Cromwell and escape with his life after doing so. Dimitri knew all too well of what his father was capable of, and frankly, he would not wish that sort of wrath on anyone, even the wizard whom had tried to kill him. Sadly, Dimitri also knew that the wrath that his father would bring would only be due to the fact that the family name had been besmirched, not out of any sort of familial love. Dimitri shook his head and began to ascend the subway stairs, almost tasting the ale waiting for him in his fridge.