The conversation glided past what Sean thought might have thought it would have potentially gotten stagnant, thankfully the fact that there was enough truth padding the real motive they were all here covering their tracks. Victor, if he were to find out Sean reasoned, guessed he'd no longer want them in his employ. Though the way he was speaking, Sean could even see the way he was beginning to work.

For a scumbag he could see what Victor was going through, maybe he wasn't as slick or as efficient as Bethan was, but Sean knew how to read people, high and mighty or not. The way he spoke to his guards, and the possesive nature he had suggested almost a bet he was making on their ability. No doubt it reflected in the fact that he was going against the board. Sean made a very convenient mental note right there. 

Whatever the fuck Victor was doing, he was doing it on his own back. Obai Muloway more likely than not didn't know the full scale of what his Directors were doing under him as CEO, and that meant it wasn't going to just be warfare in the slums, but warfare at corporate. He might have someone higher up in the board that was friendly with him, but right now, Victor was going rogue. That meant if he got found out, Sean knew their little party in turn were dead. And given that so far COGS had shot at them, there was no guarantee that would work for them. Although, anything could happen.

It was like walking on a tightrope over a volcano, and it would more likely than not go awry in time. Either with Victor literally taking what he wanted through Sean and the team, or falling down and taking them all with him. 

A reassuring thought, but one that he put away. And knew he would share with the team if they hadn't already started thinking about it, when Victor talked about the rest. So they were being pimped out to some thugs, it sounded like. Sean didn't like it, but fuck it, they had gotten paid so far. They would get more no doubt from this, and perhaps, some other connections. The description did not sound positive, and well, the more they heard, the more they were getting into some dangerous shit.

The poverty outside was staggering, it was row after row of tinshacks and mudhuts, the stuff that got shown on Red Nose Day or other programmes back home of kids in dirt-poor poverty. War only made that even worse, and hell, the more Sean thought about it, while the big bad city had opportunity, it had equal chance to join them in that squalor or worse, end up dead.

"Sean, this your territory, gangsters and all, yeah?" Bethan asked, Sean chuckling as he shrugged, looking back from out the window.
"The fella who drinks blood sounds like one scary bastard. Proper Heart of Darkness stuff, like. Rules through fear though, guy probably thinks he's fucking immortal from it. Alright, I'm interested to hear what's in store for us with Melani." Sean replied to the team and general and then Victor, looking across to Bethan after ignoring her, Yekatarina and Hayden in turn, before turning his gaze back to Victor, not wanting to ask questions but still knowing full well it was going to be a different job. A risky question, but then again, Victor had gotten his in.