Post by Damian Grímur on Aug 24, 2011 14:08:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground *  * when the tigers broke free IT SEEMED A FITTING PLACE for Damian the large cat to meet a mercenary at the Grey Cat Club. Had Damian thought to walk here he would have been propositioned every half block. Each city, small or large had their own Red Light District. It was just a matter of timing and knowing where. He had graciously used the VIP service and the valet took away his brand new two seater Lexus. It was the only car he would dare drive in here. His Lamborghini he received for his birthday stayed nice and safe in his five car garage. He was dressed in a business suit that could have covered the club’s overhead for two months. It was black with a dark blue covered shirt and matching silk tie. He screamed money. But to be honest, if you stick any man in a suit they screamed money. Damian sauntered in the club, doing his best to try and pass for humans; though if any of the cats sniffed him they would know what he was, most certainly. He took a seat in a table, far away from the entertainment. Almost immediately a waitress came to take his order. “A scotch on the rocks.” He turned on his business cell phone and began to read the various text messages and then he began to listen to his voicemail messages, mostly all of them from his personal assistant. Damian pulled a secondary cell phone out of his pocket. It was most certainly pre-paid, cash. It was never a very good idea to let the mercenaries know who you are! It was 8:07 PM, on the dot. Was the mercenary already here? Was this an orchestrated set-up by the authorities? – Would Damian be charged with attempted murder and be promptly arrested? Damian had not given up the name of whom he wanted ‘taken out’. The name was far too sensitive for it to be over the phone. He wanted to see the mercenaries face to know if they could handle it. It was a delicate job and if completed right a small war would most likely begin. |
