"How can I be of service?" The voice rang out to the darkned room, the only light being the glow of the speaker's eyes golden eyes. Two green eyes opened, and stared lazily, before the speaker waved his hands and the lights turned on. "Sitting in the dark again, boss... it'll hurt your eyes." Viktor, a man with white hair, black dragon ears, pale white skin, and a long cat like tail looked up.

"I prefer sitting in the dark, comrade. It will not hurt my eyes. I can see just fine in the dark!" It was a half hearted protest. His voice held a thick Russian accent, deep and sauve. "Now, we must get down to business." He looked up at his colleauge, a man in his late 20s, tanned skin and dark haired. He wasn't of this world, yet he still considered himself a man. Long ears, and a large furry dragon tail twitched as he took a seat. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the papers on Viktor's oak wood desk. 

"Yes. Let's." The man spoke, eyeing the other. "The mafia you once built is gone, Zion. And the FBI? They're doubling the amount of agents on the case! Soon they'll know about your pals, and any hiding spots you may posses.... you might as well give up now, and not put anymore lives at risk." 

"Nonesense, Drago. We are fine... Max and Alex are safe in hiding, and me? I can take care of them." Viktor responded, not looking worried in the least, fiddling with a file on his desk. "These agents...they have not seen the real might of the Zion empire. But they will...," He gave a laugh. "They will." 

"And what is this might of the Zion empire? Your numbers are deminishing. Either you're hiring fools, or they're just children, fresh off the streets! Your gangs, your mafia is done...Unless you're not telling me something..." Dragon responded. He was irritated by Viktor's quick dismissal.

" I have my own little...plan." Viktor responded, looking at the other. " Let me ask you this: If I give up, who will be the one to take care of what I've built? Who will take care of Zion Industries? No one." 

"You have your daughter, who can take care of all of that. And she's less likely to be a target, if the less likely she is involved with your shenanegans!" He sighed. "You're a friend, Viktor, but you're growing old. Isn't it time to just...give up? And hey, if you play it right, you might be able to get out early!"

"Friends? A friend would be sitting beside me, enjoying this. Enjoying the might. It is true I am getting old, but what do you think will happen once the prisoners find out about my secret?" 

"Then....you're not going to even retire?" Drago responded. 

"No." Viktor responded coldly, watching Drago carefully. His hand went down to a drawer, and he narrowed his eyes. "You must leave now..."

Drago got up. "You leave me no choice, Zion...I tried to be nice, but..." He pulled something out of his coat, and slipped it onto the table." I suppose nice isn't exactly what you would expect out of a mole.." 

Viktor's eyes widened, and he stared at the FBI badge presented before him. The next thing he knew, doors banged open, and armed men walked forward, surrounding him. "YOu..." He growled, as an agent walked forward, producing handcuffs. "I'll make you pay for this, Drago!" He roared. 

"yeah yeah...I here that all the time!" Drago smirked. "Your empire is no more, Zion..." he growled. "Take him away!"

Viktor struggled against the cuffs, but followed the other agents out. He would make him pay for this... no matter how long it took....