Gregori gleefully nodded and wiggled all five fingers. “And he still blackmailed Simon into talking!”
The other man gaped. “What?” The near shout echoed back to them, tossed back by the glass on the other side of the street.
“Nathan’s stretched out, bleeding like a claymore victim, and the General can’t reach him.” Laughing full out, the titan leaned back and snagged the near empty bottle of vodka from the kitchen floor. “So he lowers a rope.” Teeth glinted as Gregori smiled wide. “But captain refuses, says: he won’t grab it until Simon explains what the fuck is going on.”