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[mikoshi]

[ If it were up to V, he'd kill every rich fuck in attendance. When their profits come from factories making weapons to carpet bomb peasants abroad, to steal their natural resources and their very lives, who gives a shit if they donate enough millions to have a library or a hospital wing named after them?

But V isn't calling the shots today. Got paid too much money not to. Profits he'll use to buy the same military tech these people peddle, but instead of turning it against civilians, he'll turn it against their makers. A fitting fate.

Or maybe that's just what he's telling himself to sleep soundly at night.

Can't figure where Bruce stands on the issue, what's his angle. A corpo with a conscience is exceedingly rare. Usually requires some sort of great trauma from them to see this end of the equation. V's was the usual—marginalization, social murder against those he loved, criminalization for daring to fight back—so much so it's a cliche. But what about Bruce?

The drop itself will reveal much. Methodical, precise? Or brutal, visceral?

V's breath hitches, the sound a clear hiss through their line. Kill him. Just get it the fuck over with. That grab to the rich fuck's jaw looked promising—twist with enough force and you can break the neck cleanly, send them off into hell before they figure out you've punched their ticket for them.

Gun? Knife? Or the most personal weapon of all—his bare hands? ]