[i][color=purple][center][h1]James 'Iykos' Frost [/h1][/center][/color][/i]
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Iykos' eyes flicked up to the slight glint of metal in the window and frowned an almost unnoticeable amount. Tarvelli was unhinged, that was fairly obvious, but he at least knew how to give himself an advantage.

Or at least he would have, if Iykos hadn't already taken precautions to prevent things getting out of hand. They were expensive and heavy-handed, but James Tarvelli wasn't a man to be taken lightly. Iykos felt his left shoulder burn slightly at the though, a memory of his first few months resurfacing, not that the failing mob boss would remember his part in it. With a slightly darkened look, he shook his hand.

[color=purple] "I can accept that. I'll give you three days. If you're out by then, the data is your's. The phone too. If not, It'll take more than a sniper in an attic to prevent the shit-storm you'll invite." [/color]

He released the man's hand and looked pointedly at the attic window of the Tarvelli's house before looking James dead in the eye and turning away, his hand gripping his phone in his pocket. He briskly walked back the way he came before he stopped and he face softened slightly.

A small, ragged cat trotted out of a small alcove in the rubble. He crouched down to scratch it behind the ear, subtly slipping a note under his collar before letting him go with a small smirk, unnoticed by James. As hoped, the feline went over to Clover to rub himself against her leg. Iykos locked eyes with her and subtly tugged his collar before continuing on his way. He softly muttered to himself.

[color=purple] "Hopefully she'll listen to the warning, or she'll burn along with her father."[/color]