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Even the slightest expression on Uladzislau's face that would make it's way onto his face when dealing with the word Racism would be noticed by the man, he responded earnestly with, "It's not racism, like you may think at first. If you truly think about it, it's the next step in evolution. It's not scientifically untrue, either." he told him, "For many, it's the greatest unity there is. For the others, they're future will be better under our grasp" he told him. The creep clearly believed in all these things. "Think about it," he told the stand user, "at no cost to ourselves, we can change the world. This organization first and foremost seeks to get our kind into a place of power" he told him, using our to include Uladzislau, whetehr he was comfortable with it or not. It wasn't clear whether or not this man was a stand user.
"After we are in charge, we hope to unite all the stand users we can, and improve the world." he told him, "Stand users are known to attract one another" he told him. "Think about it, these fantastical powers should not be wasted in disorder or impoverished circumstances!" he told him, "Imagine a man who could cure any disease! Alone, he couldn't end cancer, but perhaps we find that his power comes from the Carbon Dioxide he exhales" he tells him, "He never realized before, but we figured it out" he said. "So, we take a bit of samples, and duplicate them in a lab, and suddenly, we have a cure-all available to any country under 96 hours for absolutely no price. No other government would let that happen, they would hold it to their bosoms and wait for cash to flow in from shady places" he said, "Are goal is supremacy, but beyond that, our end goal is a new future" he said.
By the time he was finished, the food was prepared, and the table set. The man bowed to him and told the two chefs to keep watch, and to call him if needed. He left the room, and a motorbike was heard revving away. There was a window in this room, but it had a single board across it, clearly not entirely finished renovations, or perhaps safety and appearances were unsuccesfuly being worked together, making a not-safe but not-pretty window.
They were more competent than that, likely. These people weren't just thugs, they were specialists. The people placed a plate full of the aforementioned food in front of him, and poured him a glass of pure orange juice with no pulp, and put a lime on the rim, coating it in table sugar. They said something in Italian and blew him a kiss platonically, probably tradition, and they took off their aprons while on watched him eat and one cleaned up the pots and pans and stuf.