Silence.
This was the only way in which the cop could react to my threat.
Or rather, to be more precise, the only smart way. For what else was he supposed to do, now that I'd escalated what started as one of the city's clans corrupting government officials to mess with us into what could be the spark that turns the uneasy political situation between the two extremely different parts of the world into the third iteration of a great, pretty much global war?
"I think I'm going to call for my supervisor…" the officer finally said after staring at my face for quite a while. "Do I have your word that once he arrives, he will be able to have a conversation with you rather than with the guns of your men?"
Hearing this, I raised my eyebrow while putting an honestly weirded-out grimace on my face.
