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"Well if you're hiding the fact that you're madly in love with me you're rather good at it." He said with an equally large grin. "And of course, you are a threat to my business, so death to you whether it be quicklime, poison, smoke inhalation, even anthrax or an overdose of cocaine. You'd be surprised how many cops write off deaths if they find an unhealthy dose of illegal drugs in your activities. They immediately ignore the fact it could be murder." He said with a chuckle. "After all, who would go to such lengths, hm, to waste coke on a murder scene? Even they know it's expensive." Dmitri wished this was his desk chair, he could twirl back and forth in it, spinning, roll this way and that. On four legged chairs the most he could do was lean back. And he was doing so, looking at the back of the pictures with multiple notes written on them.

"Oh when you say it like that you make me sound so heartless, it takes a good while to find someone to fill in shoes as big as yours. And you get a nice big funeral too." He explained, peering at the handsome face over the images. "Plus I would need actual solid evidence to kill you, not nearly solid, but full, rock hard, solid." He explained, going back to the notes, stifling a yawn as he placed them down, writing another note.

The man came out, picking up Dmitri's tray, looking at Amros still eating before leaving again, coming back to refill their drinks and leaving again.

"Oh that's so cruel, Amros, there are obviously smart cops if I haven't found my leak. Not saying he's one hell of a genius, merely good at covering his tracks, which is just as fun as a genius." He said before looking at Amros. "You seem to have a lot of faith in the police despite your previous comment, find a lover I can't kill off yet?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He liked the guy, but he seemed to be trying to hard to defend the police, saying that the police would figure out his tricks easily. Fine, if he wanted to be that way, so be it.

The boss's face grew serious, any trace of humor gone and instead filled with a homicidal shadow. "Fine, perhaps the police may not believe it, but who's to say they won't? Let's say you're the mole, Malis." His smirk grew, eyes holding a predatory gleam. "You are close enough for your position to remain stable, I cannot kill you, the police have plenty of time to find a new techie because you'll still be giving them the information they need to here. Fine, but I've seen your history, I've seen where you grew up and I've read your police records down to the last dotted eye. Who's to say you didn't go rogue, maybe dabble here and there in illegal activities, hell maybe you even took some of my whores home and had your way with them every Wednesday night." he said, placing the chair back on all four legs again, leaning forward, not breaking eye contact with Amros.

"It wouldn't be surprising at all to see you broke away from any legal morals you had, after all, you certainly weren't raised around them. Who would honestly be surprised to see you taking a blow, a hit, a joint? They'd expect it from you, they're already all cautious around you because you're in the group, maybe it was your 'legal' way of entering, despite the fact we have you commit a murder before entering. As a cop you can pretend you did, it's not hard to find murder weapons and fresh murder scenes, especially in this town. But they supposed that with your history, and you joining ended up being a bad idea." He said, trailing his finger's under the blonde's chin. "Considering your history and what we've made you do, it's no wonder you died of an overdose. Really, they should have seen it coming." And dark grin faded into a humorous, nice guy one, leaning back in his chair and letting it rest on two legs again.

"That's what I think anyway!" he laughed. "Your face is so pale! Was I that scary?" He ignored the comment on being heartless, if anything he'd just proven how heartless he could be, his face had all but shown actual rage, he had been like a cat playing with its dinner, teasing and toying with poor Amros until he'd paled considerably. Dmitri wasn't stupid, he merely had no reason to flaunt it. "And I killed him because the evidence seemed solid enough, but apparently I missed something." He muttered, frowning at the ceiling, but he smiled back at Amros. "I'll keep it all out of my head. My only focus will be you and your sweat covered body."

"I play with everyone, not certain people, this way if I kill more than one dies. Bet you don't know who else died with the accountant." And smiled, running his fingers through his black hair. "Who knows, maybe I'm sleeping with you to gain your trust, then I'll kill you." he said, standing up and dusting himself off. The owner came back, the conversation quickly turning to the foreign language as the other shook hands and bowed to Dmitri, the boss only laughing and bowing back, no doubt being humble. But soon the owner left and the man smiled. "Of course it's logical, you're one of the top people I suspect being my mole, you'd better start scapegoating on someone else before you're next for he chopping block." And laughed, the smallest hint of crazy lining the happy sound as he exited the building, holding the door open for a small family and Amros, walking to the car. Of course Amros would say he didn't do drugs, who would admit to that? If you asked Dmitri, wouldn't wouldn't deny the occasional hit, but that was occasional, every blue moon, but he still did it regardless.

"The good you have done to the world, my dear friend, is meet me. Shall we have a pep talk to raise your low self-esteem? I hear I'm quite good at it despite being a sociopath with a history of violence." It was hard to tell if he was telling a truth or a lie, hearing the car unlock and sliding into the passenger's seat, picking the pipe back up again. The boss looked like a happy child, perhaps it was somewhat frightening, what grown man of his age still found things childishly entertaining? "You talk a lot of smack but can you back it all up, Amros?" he lifted the other's chin with the pipe, scrutinizing his face with a calm smile before tapping the other's cheek with it. "We will have to see. Back to the base, Batman!"

"Yes, I would sleep with you first. You make it sound so surprising. Like I've never done it before." he said with a yawn. "Solid evidence, Amros." he said with a sigh. "Perhaps I'll rest when I get back to the office." And listened to Amros rant and moan and complain as he started to drive. "It's what we do. You knew what you were getting into. Someone people just make bad life decisions, their addictions greater than their families." And stretched, yea, he was tired, that food had been so yummy. But he chuckled. "They both wear tights, Malis, so you'd look sexy either way."

"I enjoy driving myself off cliffs, the free fall is great and then when I hit rock bottom I roll around there as a bloody carcass before climbing all the way back up and starting over. It truly is a rush, you should try it sometimes." Add a quick hit and you could have a blast, but that was dangerous because you might never recover from rock bottom if you took a hit while down there. "And to some woman out there I am her baby, and she hasn't seen her baby in roughly twelve years, a sad story, but I do send her Christmas cards and money, despite the fact she probably won't need it." Hardly anyone in the organization knew of his history, they merely knew that he came, he saw, and he conquered, quickly rising to the top. anything before that they hardly knew if knew anything at all. Dmitri was pretty positive even the police had little background info on where he came from.

"So I've got pictures to add to the wall, notes to properly write down, I need to find out how much wounds and infections I can put upon the body and then I need to figure out how to kill our darling Robert. Oh they will run around with their head cut off." he said with a grin. Now he was planning, he had to tell a few lies. Dmitri found it to be normal to lie when he was about to put a plan in motion, but now he had to in order to throw off the little rat in his group. The police may have road-blocked him temporarily, but in the end he'd win. He always won in the end.

"I love my mother very much." He responded, poking Amros's ribs with the metal pipe. "And of course I still have her, my father magically disappeared when I was born." And chuckled. "But yes, I intend to slice off the head so the rest of the chicken runs about bleeding and then dying. It shouldn't be to hard." He explained, ignoring the other comments about him overworking himself and staying in one piece. Dmitri knew what he was doing, nothing bad was going to happen, he wouldn't pass out dead from overworking. Of course the car was soon parked in front of the building and the man hopped out, peering back into the automobile. "You do that, lover. Learn about team members as well, okay? Especially our dear friend Robert, he's first to die.' And slammed the door shut, laughing as he walked into the building.

Spitting a few people he grabbed their ties, dragging them into his office and letting them go. "Stay." He ordered, quickly thumb tacking the police photos onto his wall before turning to the group. Time to string his web. "You four have been randomly selected to learn about this man, Jacob Lorens. He works at the police department and his head of the technology department. He has been giving our mole the means to communicate back to him. Learn about him, follow his moves, learn about his family, his relationship with his coworkers. I want to know so much about this man I can guess what color his boxers are, got it? Scan this image into your brain then each of you send one person to me." And giggled. This was going to be beautiful.

Dmitri was grinning from ear to ear a happy, possibly psychotic grin as he spun the pole in his hands before stabbing the wall and laughing. He had four, six-people sized group working to look into each of these four main police officers, and whether they were doing great or not he was unaware, but they would have to return sometime with information. Looking back he saw Amros enter and sit on his desk, Dmitri abandoning his pole in the wall and hugging the blonde. "Welcome back! Oh I'm so excited for my plan." And turned, everyone thought they knew who he was killing, Robert, but no, he was going to kill Toby first. He turned back to Amros happily. "So we've a date, yes? No blood on me, see? And I'm in one piece. My fist hurts though, had to punch someone." And laughed, finally taking his pole out of the sheet rock. Obviously he was a little crazy, stretching, letting his back pop. he'd been moving around all day, he couldn't wait to sit down again.

Dmitri moved between the man's legs, hands on the desk more or less pinning Amros to where he was sitting. "You're pretty excited, maybe we should just skip the dinner and go straight to the hotel, hm?" he asked, kissing the blonde again and biting his lower lip before pulling away. "No, but it took more then string pulling to get us reservations, so come along, Amros. We will be eating by the river today." And hummed happily to himself, abandoning the pipe and finding his jacket amidst the newly obtained pile of papers and folders. "Do you care for a three course meal, or would you prefer dinner only with wine before heading to the hotel?" he asked, sliding his arms into the sleeves before buttoning up, looking at the blonde rather happily. it had been a while since he'd taken someone out, and even longer since he took a man out. "Are you a bisexual, Amros?"