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Part 1: The Meeting
Location: Northside Industrial DistrictTags: @Mercy | @Basher
Everything had its beginning. For his part, Boris was not always the kingpin who knew who to call and how to get shit done. There once was a time when he was among countless other overweight yet undernourished street kids roaming the streets, pulling odd jobs just to survive. That was a long time ago, but he had made it in a manner of speaking; and making it was doing business out of an office space/warehouse hybrid building in the northside industrial district, apparently. But just as how he had his own humble beginning as an orphaned child, this too was a temporary venue. While to most people, he was the boss of his own little corner of the criminal underworld; the fact was that he was not the top of the food chain in his world. And the boss had big plans, which involved this seemingly 'run of the mill' gig.
He sat in the old office space, complete with your typical lay-in ceiling and cheap office furnishings; from the desk to the table lamp with a green phosphor shade, which cast its dim illumination throughout the space. The ceiling lights were off, with the only other illumination in the space being a corner lamp in the back - which gave off a more conspiratorial vibe for the meeting that was going to take place. He leaned back in his chair, which was probably one of the few semi-valuable items within the space, and tugged on the second more expensive item in the form of a cigar in between his lips. The smoke escaped his lips as he cracked them slightly, allowing the numbness to line his cheeks as he savored the flavor. He was waiting for the others to arrive; one party being a Nomad who led a small but effective crew of mercs, and the other being an as of yet unknown entity to him - a woman who went by the name 'Mercy'.
Boris had worked with the Nomad before - Basher. He was on the payroll of his boss, and seemed to have a few screws knocked loose from his life on the streets. He didn't know the nomad well, and didn't trust him as far as he could throw him; but he knew how to get things done, and that's all that mattered to Boris since he didn't really trust anyone anyway. This Mercy chick was an unknown, but that was something they needed anyway. This Gig couldn't be exclusively done by their own people - they needed some mercs with no obvious connection. If this Gig led to a nicer office, then it'd be worth it.
He snorted to himself at the thought, tugging again on the cigar as he waited for the others to arrive. They would be greeted by a handful of armed guards, with the ones outside doing well enough to blend into the general riff raff that loitered in the district, while those inside were armed and had the obvious appearance of danger. Upon arrival, they'd be led into the building and in short order, into Boris' office.