Tip of the iceberg

Deep lines appeared between Sven's brows as he looked back at Atlas with confusion. "A deal?" he blurted out. "If that deal involves getting me out of here, then I'll take it."

"As I mentioned, it's not the deal you think it is, but it's not bad either," Atlas repeated, thinking the voices in Sven's head were so loud that the man couldn't hear him properly. "After the crime you committed, I'm not so corrupt as to not think about the victim. I can't do that. Even if I wanted to, I'm not above the law."

"Forget it." Sven snorted, pushing himself away from the table. "If you're not going to get me out of here, then forget it. I'm not listening to your offer—I don't care about it."

Atlas arched a brow briefly, unfazed by Sven's response. "I'll catch them for you."

"Hah?"