Vladimir's Weakness

"Of course, my lord." The Necromancer nodded. His head was bowed but if one could see his face, one would notice the greed and ambition shining in his eyes. "It will be done."

"Good. Now, tell me." Vladimir stared at him intently. "Why does the Westside have such little available cash?"

"From what I gathered, Griffin is currently in debt, mostly to the City Lord." The Necromancer answered. "I traced the money and found out he sent a sum of at least a hundred million credits to the peacekeepers."

Vladimir frowned. "The peacekeepers? Huh. They're currently aligned with Yuri, are they not?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Very well." Vladimir nodded, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers as he considered his next words carefully. "And as was previously agreed upon, for services rendered... at the end of all this, when the dust settles on our victories, I will hand over Ezra Matten to you."