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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Jul 26, 2016 21:46:36 GMT
She sent a copy of her convo with the pirate to her partner so he was up to date and in the loop. She also mentioned he might want to tip the feds off so they didn't catch a crap storm. Then after hanging up with him she dialed a number she now knew by heart. "If you aren't busy we might want to chat about up and coming competition and how best to run them aground if you agree"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Jul 26, 2016 22:32:03 GMT
He pulled off the blood splattered surgical gloves he wore over his usual lightweight summer gloves. Most assumed he was either a germaphobe or just truly paranoid about leaving DNA anywhere. And while he was one of the most cautious of men he wore gloves for other altogether far vainer reasons.
Looking at the wreckage of the dealers face he almost felt pity. Almost but having seen what this did to not only those who abused but the communities in which they resided he choked down that all too humane sentiment. While the beating looked far worse than it was there was more to come and he had every intentions of beating this man to death by degrees over the next few months. He would wring him free of every connection and last bit of information he had on those who trafficked, sold, profited or even used. No one would escape. This garbage threatened the world the city and most importantly his own happiness. Monica was a force driven and would not stop lest the last drop of the stuff was destroyed.
Her search had led them all a merry chase and he would have her safe even if it meant tearing down the world around them. He wasn’t surprised that she called the moment she jogged through his mind. He answered without looking stepping into the hall so as the labored breathing of the dealer wouldn’t alert her to what he was up t. He didn’t keep things from her but he did spare her the details when he could. This was one of them. She would no doubt understand why he was going to such lengths but hearing the effects of one of his chases might prove a bit much.
"I am never too busy for you. The world can wait so long as I am with you. Are you still on the docks we can meet at my offices you know the back way in. I will be there in…" Glancing at his watch as he considered how much more the dealer could stand for the night. “Twenty-five minutes.” He was only four and half minutes away but he need time to scrub any trace viscera from himself as well as insure that the dealer knew that this small bit of pain was but the appetizer to what he would be receiving in the time to come.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Jul 26, 2016 22:40:59 GMT
Matt stood outside the clubhouse for the South Brooklyn Boys. They were the heavy movers for all of Brooklyn and his chase had led him here. Every gang with any juice was part of the Boys and so it had finally come to this. He’d spent the time since their return form the conference putting out feelers and making deals to get closer to the hub for distribution. Mo had worked the same routes form the other side of the street as such she was chasing how it got into the city first. While he was seeing how it moved inside the city. As he began making his way in he paused as his phone vibed to life. Taking the info he now had a new card to play. He just hoped he’d come out a winner with his hand. HE was going into the mouth of the beast. Even as Mo had cautioned him not to, he saw how incensed she was and knew how bad things could get.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Jul 26, 2016 23:12:53 GMT
She hadn't gone home just to a diner grabbed food to go after she reached him and ate in the car on the way back to the docks. This time she was circuitous and made her way to the back of militis. The evening gaurd knew her and let her in which she supposed in some way was strange.
Shrugging out of her jacket and putting her guns to the side she tapped up her fists kicked off her shoes and went ham on the heavy bag.They meaning Matt her and Sam had single handedly cut the influx of the menace by a third but still it got in and still she had work to do.
Soft breaths as she beat the bag and worked some of the frustration out. Then right at about twenty minutes she felt him and smiled stopting the bag and turning to face the door lightly sheened in sweat.
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Post by Erick Kelly on Jul 27, 2016 0:24:02 GMT
He watched from the shadow of a building they were bold these jerks. Moving into his neighborhood and peddling their poison he'd roughed up a few small timers and traced them back to here and he wanted to take them out. This new guy tho smelled different kinda copish but he'd wait.
Lip bitten hands flexing he waited keeping close behind the male eyes taking in ever nuance. He wanted these men out of commission.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Jul 27, 2016 1:19:48 GMT
He’d said twenty-five having built in a few minutes of this and that just in case. He arrived at nineteen minutes verified the surety of security and was at his office door twenty minutes and fifteen seconds from their call. He watched her as she caught feel of him and as always was amazed that her talents and the control of them had grown so much yet remained all part and parcel of her. She might have not realized how refined she’d made them but he did. He knew that she was by far one of the most skilled psychics he ‘d ever met. As well as the one woman whose beauty of presence had ever truly matched his depth of pragmatism.
Before he moved to her he did the one thing he never did amongst others aside form Abel he removed his gloves. It was the surest affectation that she was not only within his circle of trust but that she was in fact the circle of trust. How could he have been so smitten with her he could not never fathom. On paper she was the wrongest thing for him. And he the worst thing for her yet here they were thirty one days form having spent a wild wonderous year getting to know each other and serving the world that was determined to end not only them as beings but their happiness.
Slowly moving to her his beast higher than normal due the pull of the moon waxing he stood inches form her meeting her eyes gloves secreted away. “You look good enough to eat and as sweet as the ripest of treats.” Kissing her deeply he wrapped his arms around her holding her as if she were the last oasis in a desert.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Jul 27, 2016 1:27:58 GMT
In the movies you never let anyone get behind you. In most situations that was a simple truism of survival. In others however it helped being perceived as weak or foolish or hell as long as you knew where everyone was you could shoot them down and let the coroners sort things out. This was the latter. He knew that by rights as deep in as he was that no one here would let him leave if they found out he was a cop and back-up meaning Monica was too far away to do anything but notify his kin it would be street justice if it came to it.
So he relaxed and pretended as if he didn’t notice anything out of sort. Instead he went in and glad handed his way around the room making note of who was present. As far as things went this was the table and these were the men. Brooklyn like all of the boroughs was a kingdom unto itself. The lycanthropes of the city even had their own kingdoms and rarely crossed lines.
Settling in just outside the circle he waited watched and on the surface took in the festivities. He was simply a big todo from out of borough who was trying to make some serious bread. Once they wrapped the powwow of sorts he would be introduced and would be able to make his case for product. In the mean time he kept watch all the while pretending he wasn’t
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Jul 27, 2016 1:48:37 GMT
She appreciated he took the gloves off and knew what it cost him to do so but she cared for all of him good bad or other. Smiling when he held her and giggling at him" your so sappyou but I adore it"
She remembered and wondered somewhat if they would do that weird anniversary thing it didn't feel like either of their style but he did like to give her baubles he found of use and she'd found a clothier he seemed to like and had taken to getting him pocket squares gloves ties and other gentlemanly doodads.
Inhaling his neck smell she sighed happy but he smelled a little extra beastie tonight. She pulled back" so I was here at the docks earlier tonight and um found a bit of information..would you like it?"
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Post by Erick Kelly on Jul 27, 2016 1:54:18 GMT
Eric wasn't worried he was a bear after all and most idiots didn't think to have silver bullets just like that. Shot still hurt but he'd heal. Neck rolling shoulders flexed he waited hearing convo clear as day like he was in the room. He was liok8for the right moment to approach and over power the two down stairs.
Then the five upstairs not counting the new guy who he had a gut feeling about would get a serious surprise. He'd hit them hard and take their whole supply and give it to Samuel to destroy.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Jul 27, 2016 2:23:08 GMT
Glancing to the bag first as he slipped off his jacket and began undoing his shirt Samuel asked, “Who’d you speak with?” He knew most of the proprietors of private boats and single ship operations had to it was the three larger firms he always had a problem with. Nothing that needed direct attention just yet but he knew trouble was coming as a few deals had been shut down at his request. Some of those requests weren’t the most polite and they were smarting at the loss of income.
It would have been worse for them had he not but many couldn’t see beyond their own cash register and bank accounts. He hoped Aero hadn’t decided to play even looser with the truth. Abel god bless him had already compiled a plan of attack to mitigate them in the long run. Sadly he hadn’t pulled the trigger in part due to the initial cost off such a takeover. One of the things that always had helped him was not expanding until he was sure his team was ready. They were not ready to absorb the costs of Aero so he allowed them to continue doing business. He hoped it wouldn’t prove to be an oversight.
“And yes a little but only because you deserve it.” Once his shirt was removed and he was in his tee and slacks he stretched rolling his shoulders. He would join her in a a little time on the bag as they talked. moving to the wraps he began taping himself in.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Jul 27, 2016 2:30:04 GMT
Matt took a mental count of the giuards in the room. Of the thirteen men present he knew that seven men were. The five gang bosses each he was sure was armed. The four in the hallway off the main entrance. The car across the street and god knew how many out the back. That meant the best thing if it went sideways was get to the window of which he’d already done up the fire escape and across to the next building. He was fast but in truth it was a long shot either way. The fact that the head guy of head guys kept eyeing him like he was a steak didn’t help. He knew that look it meant that at least he and his guard were infected.
Which in the end meant his long shot had gotten even longer. He would have to put them down hard and first. He could waste the time it would take in making sure he planted at least six of his rounds in each of their brainpan. He hadn’t loaded the silver clip in as he was almost sur e that no one was infected but enough shells in such a dangerous place had bought him time previously so he knew it would work the problem is the place wasn’t big enough and when he began shooting so would everyone else.
So he crossed his fingers that everything went according to plan.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Jul 27, 2016 6:47:13 GMT
She watched,him for a moment almost forgetting her own name then she snapped out of it" onkarjeet the pirate captain but he's going to be gone if he hasn't left already I gave him a head start"
She knew better that to offer to hold the bag for him he'd let her once since she'd insisted and she'd ended up on her shapely rear tut sweet.
" Funny thing is he mentioned your company and another as two if the bigger more dangerous and likely to carry the cargo I was looking for tho he said you ran a right ship and doubted you would do such but that your competition had far less scruples and a lot more reckless abandon about the cargo they took on"
She leaned gently against the bar top wondering how much he knew about the other company.
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Post by Erick Kelly on Jul 27, 2016 19:07:11 GMT
He smirked and very quietly called on the talent he had to speak with ghosts and spirits asking aid in dealing with the guy in the car. Soon enough he was seeing old unfriendly faces and screaming. He hit the gas and went speending off which caused two of the others to radio up and give chase. Leaving two more at the door unprotected. He acted drugged out and stumbled into them bear hugging both till they passed out breathless.
He didnt want to kill just put out of commission but if they tried him he'd make sure they didn't get up. Working his way up stairs silently he smelled the wolves and grimaced that would complicate things but he was in this now.
A blurred mass of man he thunder clapped the head of the closest boss who happen to be the wolf deafening him and stunning him. He growled out deep bass Irish brough" I have had enough flee now and remain alive don't and well it'll na be pretty"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Jul 28, 2016 3:58:29 GMT
He knew her eyes were on him so he opened up with a slow to ast then flurry that I the bag were living would have caved in their sense of self. Yes he as showing off some but only a little his beast wanted to play and he was of a mind to oblige as he was now home or as home as he ever would be. She accepted him for who and what he was. There was no more intoxicating feeling than not hiding the weight of his being. It was also why unlike anything else in the world she scared the living daylights out of him.
" Onkarjeet? Really. That is news. I assumed his last run of bad luck would have had him retire. When I began Exauda all those years ago he was one of the freelancers we used with some regularity. He was good at his job until he wasn’t. Its nice to know the old man has some life left him after all.” He stepped away for the bag watching it swing sizing it up as if it were Aero Transport. Exhaling slowly, he shook out his arms neck and rolled his shoulders. Onkarjeet deserved his head start. Xavier Magnussen of Aero would surely be out for blood once Samuel began his moves. Instead of trying to absorb the company he would divvy it up like cake and serve it off to various others it kept down.
He had to admit however that the news did bother him. If Onkarjeet believed Exauda was trafficking in illicits then the rest of the docks here would believe so as well. That meant Aero would be coming sooner than later. That would mean the quiet was over and it was war time again. Though entrenched as he was mentally it would mean that he would have to minimize Monica’s exposure. She would be a target of opportunity. Her status as an officer of the law would prove a tempting focus. Good thing she was as circumspect these days as he.
Having sized up his opponent he let loose with blows designed to tire himself out as much as put a hurt on the beast. He was mentally damaging Aero and yet it was something else as well. He didn’t like his business being shined in a negative light to Monica and that he would make amends for. She knew the truth of him and yet he wanted her to see the best. The idle gossip was a cost of being as successful as he was and as ruthless as he could be.
Slightly winded he paused looking to her as he spoke. " I truly don’t have any real competition there is no company that does exactly what we do internationally let alone locally. The others try and yet fall short. We are large enough to catch notice and small enough to be light and fast when we need to be. Most think of us as dangerous because each contractor working under my banner could by most rights qualify for PMC work and the others don’t really know whom they work for."
Was he bragging? A little but he was also minimizing how nebulous Exauda was.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Jul 28, 2016 18:59:03 GMT
The looks changed as phones started to ring the air went from static to charged and it wasn’t just him he watched as some of the men began hurriedly whispering. There was no honor amongst thieves in the end and he knew what was afoot. Something and that something was headed this way faster than expected. Discretion was the better part of valor so Matthew moved closer to the window and drew his piece. He used his body to hide the fact he was armed. From his vantage he saw that the watch car was gone. Just as he set his mental sights on the wolf the man was holding his head in pain as an extra from lock stock and two smoking barrels towered over him. The man was clearly suicidal or simply angry as hell.
Neither was good for Matt as he would either have to blow his cover or drop him. He chose the wisdom of Solomon in the setting. He stepped out on the fire escape using the brick as a cover for fire and waited. Waiting was good and his line of fire gave him the entire meeting. He also hit the record button on his cellphone trying to catch as much as he could for posterity.
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