<div style="text-align: justify">It was Remy’s position in the Syndicate to remain neutral in the grand scheme of things. As it were, he was created for that exact purpose; to be the relayer of messages. As the world had taken to saying: don’t kill the messenger. However, with the next message that he was to deliver he turned his attention away from both young women to watch his hand idly swirl the ice in his glass. Call it guilt or something else, but the man’s face seemed to tense up as he bit down on what he had to say next so that they flowed just as smooth as the drink he still sipped.<br/>
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“I would like this transaction to go as smoothly as possible, then. If you cannot get the book back from Gideon - now James Sinclair - in an amicable manner, then present to him this information: a former relation of his, a woman by the name of Amata Omicidio, has generously allowed us the rights to teach the daughter begotten from herself and James Sinclair, starting immediately. Mia Omicidio will become a part of the Syndicate proper once she is of age, but even as a child, she shows much promise in her gifts and will be a valuable asset to us. If James Sinclair complies, he will earn privileges with the girl and… immunity of sorts of any past and present transgressions against our organization.”<br/>
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Something wasn’t right about the way Remy presented the information. His words were too clipped, too formal, even for the man who seemed to be made of living stone. As pleasant as he could trim his words, there was an underlying, unspoken threat underneath the surface that did not belong to him. Schooling his expression, he again looked up and met Lane Barnes’ gaze with a small smile that did not meet the slate grey stare. Raising his glass, he held it up toward her, then tossed the rest of the contents back before setting it down on the bartop. His attention shifted from her to Nora as his hand left the glass to disappear inside his jacket to sift through a pocket, coming back with a pair of cards that he pushed across the table to the two women.<br/>
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“I would not want to take any more of your time. You have both been more than generous to hear out my proposition and the Syndicate thanks you for the assistance. Nora, it was a pleasure to see you again.” This time, he did smile a genuine smile, his eyes searching her face for… something. Then once more placed themselves on Lane.” And Ms. Barnes, it was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I regret that the circumstances are not difference. I will remain in contact. Of course,” he nodded to the cards. “If you need to get back in contact with myself, feel free to call me with any questions.”<br/>
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The barstool scraped the floor as Remy pushed back and stood, straightening his jacket as he stretched out to his full height. He did offer his hand out to them both as he made his farewell. “I hope the two of you have a pleasant rest of your evening.”​</div>