Dun Dun DUUUUUNNNN

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Throwing his hands up in the air as a form of triumph; Syce let out a cheer as he kicked his legs up.

"Haha! Fuck yes, I LOVE fear driven society!"

He sat back up and grinned at the box TV in front of him, "The courts were fucking right on holding a trial. All I have to do is convince the public."

He smirked slyly and picked up his cup of noodles and his phone. "Like that'll be a challenge for me."

He opened his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before someone picked up on the other end. " 'Ello?"

"Clarence, you're needed for the trial on Tuesday. So be prepared and meet me at the courthouse; copy?"

"Copy Mr.Istanbul."

Syce smirked and ended the call; setting his phone back down on the small table in front of him. He then picked up his fork off the table and stuck it in his cup of noodles.

"It takes fear to control the crowd, eh?"

He smirked and twirled some noodles up with the fork.

"I can be sure to instill that fucking fear."

He chuckled before taking a bite. After that bite, he then sighed and looked down. Like he felt a part of him was missing, being here alone in this small apartment in a hotel where the police monitor those who are awaiting trial.

"Fuck I miss Shroobz's cooking."

Pffft, like he really missed Shroobz THAT much; he much of an annoyance to Syce really. He always looked through his belongings and his room, constantly worried about his well being even if he was mostly a dick to him.

And yet...He misses him.

Kinda slow start i know but hang on