"You really killed him?" Xander screamed, as he followed behind Ares who walked into one of the rooms in the club.
"Shut the door behind you," he ordered, tossing the gun on the table in the room.
"I have, now tell me why the fuck you killed, Van?!"
"I'd be careful with my tone if I were you. All you want is answers, all I hear is complicity," he warned.
"Fine, what happened, man? It's Sullivan we're talking about here."
"Who do you think is the reason the prince of Baghdad's plan became such a mess?" He asked calmly.
"Sullivan?" He scoffed in disbelief. "He'd never do that."
"So why do you think he was begging for mercy?"
Xander paused, running his hand through his hair, as different thoughts ran through his mind.
"Sullivan?" He questioned, still in disbelief.
