The man turns to Garfield.
“You’re the delivery boy, right? Who gave you permission to be up here?”
“I don’t know. I got lost and somehow I winded up here.”
He shrugs.
“Hey, you can make people sleep, right? Make me sleep.”
“Trust me when I say you don’t want me to put you to sleep. Since you found yourself up here, you’re getting an extra special job. Ensure nobody bothers me and raven feller for a good while. You’re free to make yourself comfortable, munch on some snacks too. And remember this building is a big source of business for… whatever you do.”
“Well, this seems troublesome…”
He thinks for a while.
“Make me sleep after all this. Deal? Sleeping is my ticket home.”
Alexander yells by the window
“Bring her here, my office, please.”
The men nod and start walking towards the office, as they enter the office, Laura can see Mr. Fedorov, accompanied by 2 well dressed individuals. One of them looks like he ate a bear while the other looks like your typical nerd with classes on.
“Deal.”
~
With that, the tall guard walks over to Rito, sits down… and puts him in his lap?
"Jesus fuck, this is awkward. Maybe my pledge was a mistake.*
~
(@PoisonedSquid – Within a dream, you see an angel in a blank white space.)
Rito sees the angel and walks towards them
“What a magnificent being I see in front of me. Who are you and why am I here?”
“Weapons, destruction. I will show those juvenile how a criminal does it properly. Oh spirit of fate, protect this humble mortal as he swims down the path of crime and destruction.”
Francis mumbles to himself as his eyes, protected by a pair of googles, are glued to a new contraption in front of him.
Metal twisting. Metal turning. Metal bending to his will.
A hammer. A screwdriver.
“I will show the world, the power of this diciple of Hephaetus!”
She comes in, clearly admiring the office. She looks at Mr Fedorov.
“Good afternoon, Mr Fedorov. Why have you called me here today?”
This time, her eyes show some emotion. Excitement and respect. Huh.
The angel looks flustered for a moment.
"I don’t… uh… reflect on your intentions with the president’s son. Why did you attack him, my… uh… child.
The angel chuckles to himself.
“He is intending to do harm to me and my kind. I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t listen. I had to make my voice heard.”
Finishing his cigar, he stands up.
Alexander: “Greetings, comrade. Take a seat, please.”
Dmitry and Ivan close the curtains and windows, so no one could hear the conversation.
Alexander: "There may be a problem, as you saw… the meeting we attended, did not exactly go how it should’ve gone. Tell me, what do you personally think of these “legends”. "
“To show that I know how to use magic. To show that I will do anything it takes to gain more knowledge.”
“Rejected by his mother! Thrown away from his home! Patience! Endurance! Oh, Hephaetus, your preserverance knows no equal!”
The contraption is thrown into the furnace. The heat doesn’t bother Francis.
“Return with all your glory! Forging a better path for history! Chain the father of mankind to his punishment… Such is the cruel nature of fate!”
(sensing a pattern here… francis, like hephaestus, is not good with social interaction 
)
(pointing out the obvious, yes i know, i did that on purpose)
“But… at what cost?”
A shaky image of your friends, family, cult – being consumed by a shadowy blast.
“My child, your purpose is much greater. Show the world us pledged can innovate, learn magic… but control ourselves as well.”