Blow It

[kitex]

[u]Blow It[/u]

[b]12/10/10
Gerryherd, Gardenia[/b]

The day was cIoudy and a light rain begins to fall. In a house, there was a small room with five men in it. The house itself was red, newly built and just about 20 minutes away from the city; inside, the room has a wooden floor, a bookshelf to the left of the entrance and a large desk with a plush leather chair behind it. The desk was located underneath a oval-shaped tan carpet and surrounding the desk, in the shape of a small semi-circle, were four chairs. In the leather chair sat a man of medium height in his early forties with lightly greyed hair and blue eyes who was wearing a blue suit and tie, with several rings on his right hand. He wore his glasses on a small gold chain that hung around his neck. The man in the leftmost chair was dressed in a white suit and wore a tan trench coat and hat, which matches the color of his hair. He has a slight scar on his right cheek and sits quietly in his chair. The second man wore a red suit which goes nicely with his curly black hair and eyes, he sat in the chair in a casual fashion, as if the meeting was not serious at all. The third man was dressed in a black suit and had a small mustache. his foot was constantly tapping on the floor in either anticipation of something or impatience. The final man, sitting in a chair all the way to the right, was dressed in a green suit and hat, his blonde hair was slightly in the way of his sea blue eyes. He sat there calmly, waiting patiently.


"So," began the man in the leather chair, "the Vino family is currently planning to do a massive weapons transfer on the Makhdoom Port next Saturday. It's supposed to be worth $5 million in weapons. I want it to never happen. Got it, Mr. Vendetta?" he said looking at the man in the white suit.

"Yes Mr. Haren. Consider it done."

"Now onto finances," Haren said, his gaze now upon the man in the red suit. "Mr. Swin, how are our finances?"

"We took a hit two weeks ago from the Rosettas. They hit over a crack house and a restaurant, we lost $500,000 in total. Currently we have a total of $10 million with $4 million tied up in assets, $2 million in cash, $2 million in bonds, and $1 million in the bank. We're currently expanding our weapon and protections services in the form of PMCs, which, over the next 5 years will bring in an estimated $3 million. Financially, we're doing pretty good."

"Ok. Nice to know. Mr. Hardi," Haren mumbled to the man in the black suit "how's our recruitment going?"

"Very well Mr. Haren, we've just recruited 50 new members and now have a total of 500 members in the family."

"Last but not least, Mr. Writ, do we have anything to worry about from the cops?"

"No, sir. I've made sure that we have kept our tracks clear, but my legal team and I are ready for anything."

"Alright. Good job people, keep up the good work and let's keep this family in business!"


[b]12/11/10
Havia, Gardenia[/b]

In a small restaurant, two men are busy eating traditional Russian cuisine. One is dressed in a black suit and white tie. His grey hair sets gently atop his head and his small, beady eyes dart around the restaurant, he looks to be about 30 years old. The other gentleman was sitting opposite of him, eating some soup. He had on a blue suit, which didn't go well with his black hair.

"Mr. Viva," said the man in the black suit. "Why do you bring me here today?"

"Well, Mr. Jenkins, I have to tell you something?"

"Is it about the Harens?"

"Yes. According to our intelligence, they may be planning a hit on the Makhdoom Port next Saturday, during our arms transfer. Contact our police connections and tell them to put in some extra patrols, as well as activate the Вооруженные силы землей (Armed Ground Forces) and put in some Spetznatz as well. Understood?"

"Yes Mr. Viva, as you wish."

Edited December 13, 2010 by kitex