Black African American stands tall and solid with some goon in a abandoned warehouse in the Financial District darker gray weather while outside a storm that heralds throws threatening his hood on a neighborhood that has more to fear than the adverse weather.
With a classic wide brimmed hat and chipped a piece of straw in his mouth, Lynch proceeds to secure the building in ruins, mostly bare and dark, and the echo Ocelot Freak armed and dangerous.
The first of the two goons holding a leather bag closed dirty laces very well and the bottom is noticeably darker.
The three arrive in front of the black, with a conciliatory smile that welcomes them, a sign of an alliance rather strong.
not run futile and short words of greeting among the criminals before the passage of the bag, the gnarled and Lynch's steady hand the massive and powerful hand of Rhyn, the African-American.
"Mission complete."
The voice of the most dangerous boss of the Mafia group in New York is composed and authoritative.
Figure impressive black and begins to loose the strings of the bag, and slowly opens as the end, leaving a rather noticeable stench to those who are near
" Now the traffic will be safer ... "
Lynch Back to comply with the blacks and penetrating eyes and immediately Freak steps forward one step, pulling from his pocket a wad of dollars rather thick.
the African American smiles of a sadistic taste and stretches out his hand and takes with unusual grace, the bunch of money from the hand of Freak suffering that appears intimately than subtraction.
"The accounts now coming ..."
Lynch turns around the splinter and gnashing of teeth almost entirely white and grow under the hat a laugh calm, mature and solid punching a steel wall
"Expanding trade and trafficking, drug dealers used that do not take drugs, use of children and whores. We settle the police that their wretched luck should stick their nose in our affairs. All clear? ... "
Black takes on a serious expression and nodded with conviction shiny bald head and almost
"So it will be done, Lynch ..."
The trio of marauders time heels and walks away with a simple hand gesture, a greeting spartan, quick and essential. Rhyn looks curiously at the bag before raising his head again
"What was the worm?"
Lynch continues slowing down the pace a little and freak shows that soil has a sharp-toothed smile, Ocelot is stopped suddenly, but not time.
"Gamblint."
***
gentlemen passengers are informed that the plane is now completely stopped, you can unfasten their seat belts, take your baggage and leave the aircraft in order, thanks.
A big hand grabs his briefcase and solid in the glove compartment.
The imposing figure of a man trained first appeared on the stairs down from the plane: the black trench coat and wide brimmed hat of the same color will cover the features muscular, with only her face showing a total complete, sinewy firmness, accentuated by two glacial eyes and a blond beard thin and short.
Amphibians banging insistently on the steps of producing a metallic noise that turns some of the other passengers in the drop-down view that the figure immediately lose his curiosity.
The arrivals hall has everything you could wish to meet basic needs: restaurants, sandwich bars and bathrooms tend to be clean and ready to serve you in the best way.
The large man bites a sandwich with decision remaining somewhat disappointed by the taste that feels
"Damn America."
Two dark figures approaching, when this sense of dissatisfaction, they wear a uniform and Strap on a machine gun with safety
"Excuse me, can show his documents?."
The muscular backs slowly on his disgusting snack dish full of crumbs, looks up, smiles from beneath the dark hat and disappears into thin air.
***
"Captain Crawford ..."
The director of the MCU, Abraham Peers makes its entry in the captain of the NYPD, bare and essential, but not for this little cozy
"Sit down."
A flick of the hand and just one of the chairs available free while the senses of the beast-master at the highest levels are exacerbated
" I have a file for you, directly from the command CSG. "
The grin of Peers exudes the smell of Cuban cigars and whiskey first class. Tomas slightly twisted nose while moving their gaze on the file that is placed on the table by the director and can not suppress a slight sarcasm
"We suddenly become friends?"
A deep breath from Abraham that crosses his arms to his chest.
"I'm afraid yes. "
The captain is a moment stopped, and then reach out and grab the dossier began to leaf through it without a word. Peers patient expects that Tomas has finished reading. The savage looks up and resigned partly surprised, a surprise that lasts very little, while the cold and indifferent tone comes out sharp.
"Good."
a gesture inviting the director of the MCU to take leave before speaking to the intercom
"Send the vice captain."
The finger leaves el'interfono button is disabled. Tomas back to talk to Peers in the meantime is already at the door ready to leave
"Appoint a contact person as your agent for management collaboration, we will be the vice captain Fiumevento. "
Abraham does not emit sound and closing it out the door, crossing the figure Will that received the call, immediately presents itself in uniform in front of the office.
One single glance and a slight smile a little ironic, the manager walks away, hands in his pockets, the vice captain continued to observe it, until you see it disappear ...
finally Log in ' office.
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