The three of them just stared at Kirov without saying a word. "I asked, are you planning on waiting for the rest of them?" Kirov keeps glaring at them, breathing heavy, and still dripping blood from his nose. "No, that's not on my list of things to do tonight." Says one, a boy who seems younger than the other two. Kirov scans him with his Kiroshi optics; nothing is coming up on the system, where his chrome didn't help him, his personal scan of the boy told him that he wasn't a threat.
"I hope being attacked by a merc death squad wasn't on your to-do list for tonight either." Kirov walks over to one of the bodies on the floor, rolling him over onto his back, and tears off his shirt. Sensing frustration on his face, the boy asks, "What is it? What do you see?" Kirov just stares back at him and stands back up, " We are leaving. Now!" The group exits the bar, and Kirov leads them to his apartment building. As they enter the elevator, Kirov's nose keeps dropping blood on the floor.
Once they reach his penthouse suite, Kirov leads the way and gestures for them to sit down at the table. " I usually know the names of the people that I risk my life for, so it's time for introductions." Silence continued to fill the air, "You." Kirov pointed at the younger boy. Having an average build, worn-in clothes, and stuffy brown hair, he seems like a regular person, not someone who was being chased by mercs. "Um, my name is Vasko." He says anxiously, "Good, now Vasko, would you please tell me why I had a gun pointed at my head earlier?" Before Vasko could answer, the other man interrupted, "Why should we trust you? You just happened to be in that bar, and after killing that man in cold blood, I'mm not sure I want to tell you anything." Kirov looks at him, completing a scan of him using his optics, "Martin Iliev, if there was a reason for you not to trust me. You would be swimming with the fishes in Pancharevo. Trust me." Martin's face turns away from Kirov.
Kirov moves over to the window and looks down at the bar, seeing that the police are already at the bar. "I'm going to go down there and clean some things up," he takes a syringe of immunosuppressants and injects it, the trembling of his fingers subsiding, "If you know what's best for you, don't leave this apartment, and when I come back, I expect answers." He walked into the bathroom, washed his hands of the blood, put on a fresh suit, and left the penthouse.
Walking up to the bar, a police officer puts his hand out and stops him, "This is an active crime scene, you can't-" Commissioner Petkov, tell your officer to step aside." Kirov interrupted him as he looked at the commissioner, "Let him in," the commissioner said to the officer as he let Kirov pass. "Some barfight, huh?" Kirov says to Commissioner Petkov, not breaking eye contact, "That's one way of putting it. Round casings, explosive residue, blood everywhere, and witnesses saying that this was a merc hit squad." "Quite the story, it's a shame that the surveillance data was corrupted during upload." The commissioner breaks his gaze away from Kirov as he replied, "We are actually waiting for the surveillance to-", Kirov interrupts him, "I said, it's a shame that the data was corrupted, right?"
Still not breaking eye contact, Kirov waits for the commissioner's response. The tension was thicker than when Kirov had a gun pointed at him just minutes ago. "Y-yes, it truly is a shame." The commissioner replies, with a look of fear and grim understanding on his face. "It's good to know we agree on the facts. Can't wait to see you at the Ministry of Internal Affairs banquet, I've procured wine from France this year." The commissioner only nods at Kirov as he turns and starts to walk off, picking up the bottle he had left outside the bar before all of this went down. "Send my love to Maria and the kids for me."
Walking away, he sees the bodies from the bar being loaded into an ambulance. Seeing this, he makes a call on the Holo, "Marko, I'm going to need the information for three bodies coming into your morgue tonight. Call me back when you know more." Hanging up, he makes his way back into the apartment building, when he gets a call, "Marko, I said they are coming in, they aren't in yet, so why are you-"
"This is not Marko, Kiril."
Kirov knew that voice; he knew it too well. "Sorry about that. What can I do for you, Dad?" "You can explain why bloodbaths are happening next to your apartment, and why I have a feeling that you are involved?" Kirov stops for a moment, "You have much more important things to worry about, it's all under-" "You don't tell me what to worry about! Remember that." The line cuts out. Without hesitation, Kirov punches the wall next to him, leaving a fist-shaped dent in the concrete.
Composing himself as he enters his penthouse, he finds the three of them still in their seats at the table. Putting the bottle of whiskey on the table, "Its time we talked." Taking a seat at the table, Kirov glances at them, his gaze lingering on the girl sitting opposite him. Martin takes the bottle and has a drink from it. "How about you tell me what you saw on that guy's chest back there, when you took off his shirt?" Martin looks at Kirov, "If it will make you sleep better tonight, I thought I recognised his chrome, and checked for a tattoo. I'm waiting for confirmation from the morgue, but they might have been old acquaintances of mine." "Some friends you have," Martin said under his breath, Kirov not responding.
"Now it's your turn, explain how you guys got yourselves into this mess."