An Old Friend

Sergey saw his friend in Handcuffs. Plato did not even feel like looking at his friends face, he disgusted him. " Put them in the VIP cell" said Sergey to the police officer. Sir, the both of them? asked the police officer. Yes, the both of them, replied Sergey to the Police officer , giving the officer a stern look. The Chief of Police Alex stood beside the giant Russian. Your friend ? asked Alex. Sergey simply nodded. That is your friend? asked Zeno. Plato also nodded without looking up again. The police officer jolted the both of them, pushing them forward. Zeno snared at the officer. What are you looking at? asked the Police officer as he pushed them again. Zeno was furious, my friend , he said to Plato with his fangs growing larger. He does this once more, then your friends would have to pay dearly. Plato smiled, they surely will, there are many people on the hunt for us Zeno, he said. Zeno and Plato walked ahead expecting to be pushed by the guard again. The guard tried to do so , but.
"You do that again, your hands wont be in the place they are at now," said the husky Russian voice. A very good friend indeed, thought you weren't friends anymore commented Alex. Just doing what is right, replied Sergey. They both watch Zeno and Plato head into the building where they are to be kept. Alex after a small pause, do you think the war will end anytime soon? he asked Sergey. It will, replied Sergey. He too paused and then "Only after a head falls, either of Atticus or that of Darticus". And then? he asked Sergey. And then what? asked Alex hinting that the head of Atticus was destined to fall. You old men make me laugh, said Sergey. That man's head will fall, said Alex, implying the beheading of Atticus. "It is written"! If you are so certain, then we pack our bags and leave back the same way we came here , said Sergey. Now he tapped the shoulders of Alex. We know that the Brute is a just man, but no one is that forgiving, he implied that Alex too packs his bag and leaves to earth if such a situation comes to place. Alex started to sweat a bit. But, but, Stammered Alex. That you protected him when he was a kid, rather you watched him helplessly ,as a shapeshifter carried him away. Alex did not utter a word , he looked down below at the ground. Let us be honest here chief, said Sergey. You had a choice, and you chose Atticus. Now all you can do is to live with that choice.