Rippers

"It seems Bronson wasn't able to let it go after all." The perpetually smoking woman said.

The woman, along with the other leaders of the Rippers gang, were in the same meeting room they always used and were currently sat around the large table as they spoke.

"There used to five of us but now there are only three, I would simply say that's the price we pay for being in this line of work but when it's the same person causing all our losses I tend to feel like I'm being targeted." The woman continued.

"I think you mean 'we' are being targeted." The teenager said, his glowing blue eyes shining brightly with enthusiasm.

"Of course, of course, don't read too deeply into my words kid." The woman replied while rolling her eyes and blowing a puff of smoke into the air above her while leaning back.

"Maybe if you didn't act like you're the one who runs this place I could find it in me to do that." The teenager replied with a snarky tone.