SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 44

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SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 44

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“We need to answer one question gentlemen,” Kieran said. “How are we going to avoid this act of retaliation from becoming grounds for declaring war?” Kieran looked around the room.

“And then,” he continued, “we need to begin making preparations for a war that might eventually befall us.”

The arguments lasted well over an hour to answer one simple question. Riley thought it would be at least atinybit easier to answer how they were going to avoid a war from their kidnapping. Diesel was trying his hardest to give input, since his gang would be drawn to war as well.

“…Maybe we should just announce it on the six o’clock news,” Fynn said harshly to Gilroy.

The family members were the ones fighting the most. Riley looked over at Kieran and Will, who had all but given up on the situation. All they could do now was listen to the debate raging around them. Kieran listened with his chin resting the arm he had leaning on an armrest of his chair. Will looked as if he was half-listening, jotting down something every few minutes on the legal pad sitting in front of him. Riley had engaged in debate with Nolan for at least half of an hour. Now Fynn and Gilroy had taken over as the main debaters. It was very tiring.

But Riley felt the most grief for Kieran. The poor guy had almost no executive power in this situation, since now another gang was involved. He had to try and please everyone. And the more Riley thought about it, the more he realized that Kieran usually tried to appease everyone regardless. They always had a mutiny to worry about. So Kieran picked the option that was best suited to his organization, even when sometimes that option was his personal least-favorite.

It was times like these that Riley tended to zone out of his surroundings. He began to think about meeting the perfect woman when something from the room tugged at his attention. The tension had doubled in the last thirty seconds. And now, Fynn and Gilroy were glaring at each other.

“At least I’m not a limp-d--k-“ Gilroy was cut off from his sentence by Fynn forcefully pushing the table into Gilroy’s gut, made possible by their seating on opposite sides. Riley was sitting on the same side as Gilroy, and processed everything too slow, due to his former state of daydreaming. Riley felt his breath forced from his diaphragm by the sharp edge of the table, which lodged itself into his body just below the ribs.

Nolan sprang into action, throwing his arms around Fynn, and using them to constrain Fynn from inflicting any further damage. Nolan pulled the man backwards, pulling Fynn right over his own chair, and back against the opposite wall.

Riley was too slow to force any action on Gilroy, who had stood up and allowed his chair to tumble backwards. Gilroy’s face was red and angry, the face of a man trying to restrain himself from inflicting physical damage on another. Riley gathered himself enough to put his hand on Gilroy’s shoulder, as an attempt to offer support. Gilroy shrugged it off in a manly way, sending Riley the message he was under control. And then Riley noticed a tiny, miniscule look pass between Will and Kieran. And suddenly Riley understood the intent of the look. This is what they had been waiting for. This was their opportunity.

“That’s enough,” Kieran said. His voice seemingly put a spell on Fynn, who stopped struggling against Nolan’s grip. It had the same effect on Gilroy, whose face returned to normal color, and picked up his chair to sit back down. The tension between the two vanished. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Riley was always astounded at his boss’s ability to elicit these sorts of reactions from people.

“Since there seems to be no consensus on the issue,” Will said, “Kieran will have to implement an executive decision.”
Riley smiled. There would be no more discussion on the issue. Game, set, match