( There it is. He made it through a good three wings before they started wading into the lake waiting for them. He sucks the seasoning off the pad of his thumb, chases it with a napkin, and then plants his elbows down on the table, food forgotten in favor of levelling her with all his attention again. )

This place doesn't work like where we come from. ( Which, by the way, doesn't make that much of a difference in terms of how Frank would've handled this. Shit's still a joke back there, too, but here... ) Enforcers don't work for the people, they work for companies. Businesses. Wealthy assholes. You take this to them, they're gonna laugh in your face and do jack with a side of shit. You know how many honest to god prisons there are in this whole region? One. Anything shy of mass murder, and you're getting three weeks in the local jail, tops.

( He's done some digging. Looked into how the system works here. Didn't think it could get much worse than the already bullshit power structure at play in America, particularly urban America, but... lo and behold. Here they are. )

Best case scenario, you find a bleeding heart that tracks those two assholes down, they go away for about a month, then they're out again and pissed off. What's the first thing you think they're gonna do after that?

( Come looking for the bitch that turned them in. That's what he'd put his money on, anyway. )