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Malcolm's gaze flickers over to saint for a brief second before returning to hound.

"as I was saying, I have Intel. you have resources. I'm willing to...create a partnership with you. in return for immunity. my presence here is proof of my sincerity, otherwise I would have one of my secretaries here."

Malcolm says leaning back his body tense it was obvious no matter how much bravado that he put on, he was nervous if not downright terrified.

Saint stood quietly in the corner of the casino, perfectly moulded into the backdrop despite his scarred features. His hands were tucked into his pockets, fingers curled carefully against his palms.

He was watching Hound and Casino interact. There was something uncanny in his yellow-grey gaze and the way he had his head slightly tilted, like an animal carefully observing its prey.

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Malcom clears his throat placing his glass down again before sighing,

"listen I know that Pantheon is still a threat and I'm willing to help.." he explains pausing fro a moment before glancing at the both of them again.

"in exchange for immunity."

Malcom leans back into the plush couch of the private room of the casino. It had been awhile since he had gotten any news about anyone, watching from the sidelines was entertaining, but getting involved is..exhilitarting.

"just wait and see...." malcom murmurs to himself adjusting his hood further down his head hiding his face behind shadow.

he would wait, and wait to see who would show their faces tonight.

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leaning back into the couch Malcolm roll his eyes at hounds antics. "considering I own the damn place, this is the most I'm willing to risk my neck for you fuckers." malcom hisses taking another sip of his drink giving the two a small glimpse of his scared lip.

malcom reaches into his pocket pulling out a small piece of paper and a usb, "truth is..I need your help. you have the resources and I have the intel." Malcom admits begrudgingly

Malcom leans back into the plush couch of the private room of the casino. It had been awhile since he had gotten any news about anyone, watching from the sidelines was entertaining, but getting involved is..exhilitarting.

"just wait and see...." malcom murmurs to himself adjusting his hood further down his head hiding his face behind shadow.

he would wait, and wait to see who would show their faces tonight.

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Malcom leans back into the plush couch of the private room of the casino. It had been awhile since he had gotten any news about anyone, watching from the sidelines was entertaining, but getting involved is..exhilitarting.

"just wait and see...." malcom murmurs to himself adjusting his hood further down his head hiding his face behind shadow.

he would wait, and wait to see who would show their faces tonight.

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you notice an unusual file had downloaded onto your computer a message was attached to it

'shall we start a little game?'

you can see that the downloaded file is a video, you click on it'

"NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP-"

suddenly you hear laughter coming from a small speaker that your certain wasn't in the room before

Diana groaned as she attempted to locate the source of the laughter. When she failed to do so she tried exiting out of the file or pausing the attached video. Still her computer speakers blared the lyrics.

"Damnit-" she grumbled, "I swear to god if you don't quit this I'm finding you!"

She had no real way of knowing but she had a feeling she knew who had caused the disruption.

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Graves knows that he and his father are alike. They look alike, and they have similar personalities. Work is a priority and rely on no one. Yet, both of them are unsure how of how deep those similarities go.

So, when Phillip visits home and wakes up in the middle of the night with the craving for chicken tenders, he heads to the kitchen.

And finds his father with a plate of chicken tenders and fries that he's about to dig into.

And because Phillip Graves is a grown man who has survived the worst of situations on his own, he nabs a chicken tender off of the plate and a handful of fries.

The disappointed sigh he hears from his father is far too reminiscent of his own.

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malcom pauses his hand wrapped around the doornob.

"its up to you kid, if you help me. then I'll be at your disposal, any info you want on the other experiments, or any info on your new friends, I can provide any of it. but only if you kill him."

malcom snaps opening the door and the smacking it behind him. the ball was in siant's park now.

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Hands clasp together Malcom sits tensely hood drawn over his head dressed in full black a black surgical mask covering his face along with sunglasses.

he hated being out in the open like this....but he had to take the risk, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up.

"what the fuck am I doing.."

he curses running a hand through his hair tugging the hood further ove this head. the cautious glances of his employees flicker over him. he owned this damn casino he should be acting like it, not cowering from a fucking experiment.

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What's the weirdest shit you've found when hacking?

...kid.

okay fine, I have a bit of free time.

this one dude, had 28 separate accounts and they all connected to the same Facebook group.

this dude was running a cult with fake members to scam people.

not just with money but also....sexually.

he was a fucking weirdo.

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malcom blinks agitated and impatient.

"listen kid, can you do it or not? or did I just waste my fucing time-"

he pauses his eyes following saints gaze before his voice drips to a whisper.

"who the fuck is that." He questions his eyes glaring into saints soul. did saint bring them here? a chill goes down malcom's spine, they were to exposed, to vulnerable, this was a bad fucking idea.

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Hands clasp together Malcom sits tensely hood drawn over his head dressed in full black a black surgical mask covering his face along with sunglasses.

he hated being out in the open like this....but he had to take the risk, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up.

"what the fuck am I doing.."

he curses running a hand through his hair tugging the hood further ove this head. the cautious glances of his employees flicker over him. he owned this damn casino he should be acting like it, not cowering from a fucking experiment.

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Malcom sits slugishly on a park bench his legs swaying aimlessly beneath his his eyes downcast and locked onto the screen of his phone, his hood drawn tightly over his head hiding his face in shadows.

he didn't know why he decided to go outside today, there was nothing special happening today but Malcom couldn't help but remain seated on the park bench.

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Mood board based on Malcom "casino" hawks.

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Headcanons about my boy Malcom!

1.he has a cat! he doesn't care about what breed it is and didn't bother to learn when he first adopted her, her name is Apache. yes apache attack helicopter. she's fat and fluffy and he loves her.

2. Malcom has a god complex, he loves the thrill of the game and toying with other people's lives for the sake of entertainment and he's not above selling out allies for a good show.

3. he owns several casinos and makes money through them both legally and illegally. he's technically a crime boss but he prefers to stay in his room.

4. he has played Minecraft.

5. He has camera's and speakers everywhere. he also treats his equipment like their his children, he takes care of them and if another person DARES to touch his kiddos they will no longer have a digital footprint and will be disposed of.

6. he exclusively dresses like a depressed teenager because the hoodies and sweatpants are more comfortable than anything else.

7. NOBODY knows how old he is. no birth certificate, no birthday NOTHING.

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malcom hesitated almost shocked by saints words but he quickly regained his composure.

"he's the reason why I don't like showing my face out in public, he's a rat, a traitor and a damn whistle blower. I almost lost everything because of him. I'm sure you understand what that feels like."

Malcom says knowingly, he had studied saints files meticulously, that weasel Abraham was all too eager to hand over those documents to pay off his debt but Malcom wasn't complaining, not when they gave him such deep insight into one of the many crucial players in this little game of his.

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Hands clasp together Malcom sits tensely hood drawn over his head dressed in full black a black surgical mask covering his face along with sunglasses.

he hated being out in the open like this....but he had to take the risk, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up.

"what the fuck am I doing.."

he curses running a hand through his hair tugging the hood further ove this head. the cautious glances of his employees flicker over him. he owned this damn casino he should be acting like it, not cowering from a fucking experiment.

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I do something for you, and when it suits me i'll contact you and you'll do something for me.

So you're the one who can hack into any space...? Why take up this position? Do you just want others to suffer/to see the truth or something?

- @enakogan

The best entertainment is watching people flail around looking for answers I know. Knowledge is power, and I'm going to learn every little thing about everyone.

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I'm quite flexible. cash, card. whatever suits but..I'm also partial to favours.

So you're the one who can hack into any space...? Why take up this position? Do you just want others to suffer/to see the truth or something?

- @enakogan

The best entertainment is watching people flail around looking for answers I know. Knowledge is power, and I'm going to learn every little thing about everyone.

[malcomhawks-askblog]

So you're the one who can hack into any space...? Why take up this position? Do you just want others to suffer/to see the truth or something?

- @enakogan

The best entertainment is watching people flail around looking for answers I know. Knowledge is power, and I'm going to learn every little thing about everyone.

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"hey hey, calm down tiger." Malcom laughs gleefully.

"allright, a certain...bell has been seen at the bake sale markets downtown, all I'm saying is if you want your little toy back, head there this weekend. also buy some cookies. there damn good especially the chocolate chip."

you can hear the sound of a keyboard clicking over and over as the speaker waits for your response.

You hear a modulated voice crackle through a hidden speaker.

*whistle*

"you've made a lot of enemies haven't ya? don't worry I'm not one of them."

"I have a little...intell that you might even find interesting."

"don't worry. all you have to do is say yes. watching you pace around trying to find my speaker is- Hah! you should see your face.

"anyway, what's your answer rook?"

[Rook freezes as he's called out, looking around with gritted teeth to find a speaker, a camera, SOMETHING to rip out of the wall and scream at. His hands defiantly settle into crossed arms, a grimace on his face.]

Not my enemy, huh? That's a first.

Hand over the intel. Fine. That's my goddamn answer, fuckin'— voice in the wall.