"Very bad things." Theo muttered, shaking his head. "Damn!" He cursed out loud, holding his head in his hands.
"That bad?" Tristan asked, urgency in voice, but Theo didn't respond causing him to become even more agitated.
"Say something, man!" He couldn't help but scold. Theo's silence felt like a drill in his skull.
"I'm processing, Tristan." Theo gritted.
"Well, that's the job of the damn computer, Theodore. Tell me what the fuck you're looking at." Tristan quipped right back, not missing a breath.
Theo sighed deeply, sitting up in his seat. "This gang runs deep, Trist. It's not a small one." He said as he started to print out the files he'd copied, while he snooped into their other records he couldn't collect.
"We've established that, Theo. Please, don't make me come to you right now." Tristan said, already on his feet, pacing about his office.
"That would be better actually." Theo quipped, his eyes and finger working rapidly.
