Ohanzee ponders the question. There was certainly a shortage of answers and an abundance of questions, but chances were he was trying to buy some time. If they left him, the ensuing shootout would probably be one heck of a show - with DocWagon, PCC law enforcement, and the Nately's security forces all converging on this hapless soul. His odds of survival were slim at best.
Ohanzee's face hardened. Not that he was concerned about the troll's well being. The troll and his team had come at Ohanzee and his, and they weren't pulling any punches. He'd even argue that the other team had royally hosed their comfy new ride, except for the fact that they'd already pretty much botched that in their failure to placate the younger Nately. Disturbingly, this whole scene of death and misery was little more than a minor inconvenience to their existing plans. Which meant that the plans were either really brilliant, or (more likely) borne of the worst kind of desperation where virtually anything was an improvement.
How many people were after them already? He started ticking them off: The original owners of the obelisk, the Nately's security force, chances were PCC security forces would be sniffing around after the hunters and the house, and certainly after this shootout in the early evening so close to Aspen. If Vinny discovered the fate of the hunters and their catch, then the local mob was probably interested in finding them as well. So, secret corporation, check. Local law enforcement, check. Organized crime, check again. And an unknown but powerful, likely corporate, adversary, check. The only empty box on the list was a major government, and the day was still young. And he still had no idea who these people that had just attacked them worked for.
"Ask him who he works for. If gets evasive or snarky, end him." He hadn't even finished his train of thought and the words were already out. He was already pretty sure his dreams were going to keep him from getting a decent night's rest, and so he found himself half hoping that the answer passed muster.