Max had a mouth on him. Robert loved Max, but he didn’t know the perception he gave off to other people. Or maybe he didn’t care. Robert knew how to act, what to say, how to say it, how to manipulate. He prided himself on this. Robert looked down on everyone, including Max, but he still cared for his brother in some weird non sociopathic kind of way. Maybe Robert's feelings came from a time when he wasn't so cold and uncaring. Before he changed into the man he was.<br/><br/>Max suggested a group of well-groomed men. Antelopes, weaklings, the type of men women would go for if he wasn’t on the menu. It would be nice to show them what a real man is, but no, that wasn’t what the night would be about. This wasn’t how Robert wanted to play the game, a game he very much looked forward to.<br/><br/>“It’s not going to be our style,” Robert explained in his big brother tone. He watched as a police officer passed them, waiting for him to leave. When he was clear, he continued. “If I’m going to help you, we do this my way. We do it proper. We do it safe. No evidence, blood, semen, hair, whatever. Think CSI. The girl there is easy pickings, simple, and we can have some fun with it. This won’t just be about killing, but about beauty.”<br/><br/>His brother was brash, uncalculated, and Robert needed to keep him under control, even if that meant throwing a few punches from time to time. He looked at the brunette, glad Max finally agreed. Robert would love to have sex with the woman as well, but he could do that with any other woman any other night.<br/><br/>They had to stay in the crowd, move slowly, and lurk in the shadows. If he approached with her blonde friend nearby, there would be a witness, or a second body. It would get messy, it would mean twice the work, and it would mean two chances of something going wrong.<br/><br/>“I want it to be one body, one person,” Robert explained with a careful, calm tone, making sure no one was nearby. “We take the brunette, but we have to wait for her to be alone.”<br/><br/>The two women walked across the street. As he suspected they weren't heading to the clubs, and walked into a residential area of two story apartments. Here’s where it would get tricky. Did they live nearby or across the city? Who would head home first? Or were they roommates staying at the same place? A police car rolled by the street, between the two brothers and their mark. A large police presence was common on nights like these.<br/><br/>They would have to take it slow.