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A Brave New World <Closed>
« Aug 3, 2009 13:40:00 GMT -6 » 		Quote
Take a look around you at the world we've come to know.
Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show?
But maybe from the madness something beautiful will grow,
In a brave new world!
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~The skies are irritated, the lightning is their tool~
~Pathetic Fallacy gives them life~
~Rain falls now on the discontented city of San Diego~

The key to success in this industry lay in establishing foundations well before you attempted to publicize. Drug Rings stayed popular for a reason, everybody needs a dedicated buyer if they want to stay afloat. The black limousine had travelled across the country, two armoured jeeps in front and two behind. They had moved under the cover of darkness and escaped police ambush.

The decoy they had sent had not been so lucky, six dead from police gunfire, two dead from cyanide, no survivors. They were grunts though, worthless peons in the organization, at least their death was meaningful. The limousine halted, they had arrived at their destination. Within a single night the drug lord of New York had vanished and taken all his resources with him and law enforcement were left scratching their head as to where he had gone.

The doors to the jeeps opened first, three men getting out from each making a total of twelve, all clothed head to toe in designer suits and wearing sunglasses. In truth, this was a test of how legitimate the letter received had been. The final door opened, the door to the back seat of the limousine. In to the storms came he who had demanded them for his arrival, if only to make him look better.

Falenor Xante was a wanted man and as he walked in to the center of the rapidly growing line of suits, he considered the arrogance of his statement. All thirteen men looked straight ahead not ten yards to the police station before them, the main building for all police in Chula Vista. An assistant had followed the black haired drug lord, handing him a black umbrella no less before moving back to the limousine and shutting the door.

The male opened the umbrella and held it in his left hand. They'd stand there for a full five minutes, nobody moving a muscle. In this time, every light in the police station turned on and on occasion, someone would look through the window then immediately dart away when they were spotted. All at once, light flooded the street as the wooden entrance doors burst open and the sergeant took the long walk down the seven stone steps.

Moving directly towards Falenor, he'd maintain eye contact all the way and getting close, slowly lift his right hand in to an open position, signalling a handshake. No words were spoken, Falenor reached in to his pocket, retrieved a small green seal which bore the image of a coiled serpent dragon and hid it in his hands as he shook with the sergeant.

The two men would exchange looks and at once, they would both turn away and start walking. The sergeant walked up the steps and through the doors. As the street returned to darkness with the closure of the doors, the drug lord let loose that maniacal grin he had reserved for such situations. Moving back in to the limousine, he'd seat himself and pull out a cellular phone.

Pressing the call button, he'd put it to his ear and wait for the click signalling the time to speak.

Click.

"All is well, Governor. I shall enjoy this greatly."

Falenor would laugh and end the call, crushing the phone in his hands and throwing the remnants out of the window as they drove on in to a brave new world.
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With just a handful of men.
We'll start, we'll start all over again!
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