ROLEPLAY HQ - city-in-vega

Caitlynn sat up straight in her tall back chair. Heavy oak desk housing a sleek computer and a few papers. Of course, it was all in code. A legitimate business complete with employees and taxes properly filed. That’s how they get the smart crooks… tax evasion. Long rounded fingernails click away at her keyboard, glow of the screen illuminating an otherwise dim room. Things in Vega were going well enough. The Grants were too busy fighting with the Bertolli’s to pay attention to her, and the Bertolli’s had already struck up an agreement with Caitlynn Price. They were a family steeped in money. Smart enough to know they didn’t want a crime monopoly. She was a broker and gave them preferential treatment. The exchange of goods, and illegal purchases that went through her, were flawless, and guaranteed. A very rare thing to find in a sea of crime.

Henry adjusted his jacket on the edge of the dock, watching the latest transaction drive off. It was a simple enough job, the vehicle illegally imported and delivered to the buyer. Thankfully, the buyer didn’t try to change the price or screw Price Enterprises in anyway. The heavy flick of his metal lighter accompanied the flame and a drag of nicotine. Not many people dared to cross his boss, and he had a front row seat (and sometimes a hand) as to why. If you are a queen, there can be no doubt, because doubt gives way to chaos, and then the vultures circle. The loud flashy car disappeared into the traffic at the gate and the vibrating of his pocket ruined the moonless night. Couldn’t he have a quiet smoke without trouble? A five minute break? A halfhearted chuckle at the idea of a henchmen’s union. Grant son at Bertolli club trying to sell goods from Price Enterprises. Investigate and get back to the office Three recipients. With a long deep drag he finished the cigarette and flicked it into the water. Silent steps with a newfound purpose made their way to a plain black car tucked far enough away to be out of sight. He didn’t care that Isaac was added, he seemed to stick to his technology when given the option. Perran was heavy hand, much like himself. He preferred fists where as Henry preferred guns. Whatever the case, he’d meet them and find out if it was any bit of true.

@JayPlay

Isaac woke in the morning, doing his usual routine. Breakfast, brush teeth, wash face. Every day. He lived in a nice enough apartment, at least for what he could afford on his ‘security officer’ SparxTech. Security ‘officer’- A glorified term for a security guard, which was a glorified term for a rent-a-cop. Whatever, it kept him housed, clothed, and fed. SparxTech also at least had good benefits. And the best part, nobody ever paid much attention or notice of a security guard. Mostly anyway… He went down to his car and drove to work. A pretty standard day, more often than not, he was someone the interns could ask directions from. It was security, at a tech company, during the day shift no less. The day dragged on, shift over… Another boring day and went home. Isaac stopped to get dinner from fast food. He didn’t eat it often, but he also didn’t care to cook that night. Once he got home, he tiredly slumped into his chair and turned on tv, eating his burger. He was woken up later that night by his phone buzzing. “Ohhh.. shit.” He groaned as he stared at the phone. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone. He thought and got up, not willing to risk not doing this, even if he wanted nothing to do with it. He quickly changed into dark pants and jacket. He needed to look the part, and though he intended to let the meatballs that he’d have to work with do whatever violence needed to be done, but he wouldn’t be defenseless and tucks his security baton into my jacket. With a deep breath, he left to go meet with the others and deal with the situation…

@Quinn Fox (and sorry for the wait)

Henry had already met Perran in the parking lot. They stood quietly discussing their plan. Sure enough, Issac would go question a waitress or fellow security. He was always slow to the fight. Well-tailored shoes gleaned off the half-frozen puddle as he shifted his weight and checked his watch. Perran was sheer muscle with few questions... But he looked the part and gave Henry the numbers. Another drag of his cigarette left him wondering why Caitlynn kept Issac on the payroll. He could be muscle, sure.... But he never seemed to have a taste for this job. Sure he had a decent head on his shoulders... and a few more brain cells than the average 'employee' and could handle thing more delicately than average. This wasnt delicate. It was simple, find a weakness with the Grant son to get him to fall in line. Or just beat it into him. Which was far simpler.

Keep this from escalating. I have work depending on it. (A text just to Issac)

@JayPlay (dont apologize for having a life. Good reply! :)

Isaac was on his way to the meetup when he received another text. Grabbing the phone, he opened the text. “Oh, wonderful… I’m playing babysitter.” He growled as he turned into the parking lot. Great. Sounds like so much fun. He replied. Maybe he shouldn’t give quite so much attitude. If he wasn’t careful with Caitlynn, she could bring everything crashing down. He got out of his car, adjusted his jacket, and strode over to Henry and Perran. “Henry, Perran, let’s walk and talk..” He greeted them with a nod. “So, what all do we know about this situation?”

@Quinn Fox

"I was just going to ask around. Make sure Im seen and he knows who I work for." Henry shrugged and followed along. There wasnt much to escalate... Yet. If the supid .obs kid did infact steal from the business... That was a different issue. He had checked nothing reported missing and none of their storage was messed with. The thumping music and flashy lights kept the energy of the dancefloor high. Bar off to the side well-staffed and Rockin. "Im gonna go introduce myself." He suggested, nodded toward a curtained-off VIP section, and shuffled right along. If it was just a matter of telling the idiot to shut the fuck up... It would be simple.

Perran didnt need to talk much, he followed Henrys lead and prepared to deal with any security in the way. The eldest Grant son was sipping his glass behind a laptop and entertaining a large group of people. Looked like a business meeting.

(Two of the "business" men are known Bertolli family enforcers)

13:29

@JayPlay

Isaac walked alongside Henry, speaking in low tones. “Fine, but let’s try to keep the gunplay out of this, unless it’s a last resort.” Isaac said, trying to tamper any immediate escalation preemptively. “Same goes for gorilla tactics, too. Head smashing to a bare minimum, alright.” Isaac finished, glancing back at Perran making it clear he meant that last bit mostly for the big man. Isaac kept his eyes moving around the club then caught sight of the Grant. “I don’t get it. Why’s a Grant even allowed to step foot in a Bertolli establishment.” Isaac asked, making sure Henry had clocked the group as well. “Last I heard they were at each other’s throats.” Isaac noticed a pretty girl at the bar and smiled. He had an idea that could the Grant away the rest. “Hey, I got an idea.” He said leaning toward Henry. “Just go with me here. Could I borrow, like, fifty bucks, in split bills?”

@Quinn Fox

Henry slowed at the sight of the Bertolli's. They were the younger generation... And most definitely not supposed to be casually partying with the Grants. As much as he hated to admit it... Issac probably had a more covert idea. "Fine." A sigh of annoyance at the complication... He forked over some bills without really looking at him. His phone snapping pictures of the meeting. Maybe it was supposed to be hushed? A quick send over to Price incase this changed the game.

Perran had strategically placed himself near the opposing muscle... A gentle bob with his eyes glued on a group of dancing women.

@JayPlay

Isaac moved a couple seats over, closer to the girl. “Excuse me.. How’d you like to earn fifty bucks?” He asked, to which the girl at the bar gave him a look and started to get up to leave. “Hang on.. Hang on! It’s not what it sounds like. I just need you to get someone’s attention real quick. That’s it, nothing more.” She stopped, stared at Isaac, and sat back down. “This better not be some weird shit?” “Twenty now. Then all I want is for you to order that guy a drink. The one with the laptop, make eye contact, then head over to that booth.” Isaac instructed, indicating a booth that was out of direct eye contact with the group making the deal. “Once he comes over, you get the other thirty, plus cost of the drink. And you’re free to walk away.” He explained, then added. “He’s a friend, we have this prank.. bet thing going. Don’t worry about, you in?” The girl quirks an eyebrow. “A hundred..” “75, and you still only get the twenty up front.” Isaac counters immediately. The girl hesitates then nods. “Appreciate it.” He said, handing her the twenty, plus some extra for the drink, and moving back to his original seat. He watched the girl order, make eye contact and a little wave when it’s delivered, and start moving toward the booth. The Grant son motioned briefly, excusing himself from the table, and started to begin moving away from his group motioning for most of his guys to stay with the group, as he and one of his guards start walking to find the girl. Isaac smirked and spoke to Henry. “Alright, one guard and no one from that table should be able to see us talking to our ‘friend’.” He said, then motioned for Henry to follow as Grant made his way toward toward the table. He felt bad, and hoped nothing would happen to the girl, but it should be fine. This being Bertolli territory and she’s more or less a pretty face in the crowd… in club lighting. Isaac started heading toward the table and said to Henry. “Oh, she talked me up to 75, so I need another 25.”

@Quinn Fox

"Well you're a shitty negotiator." He chided glancing at his phone. Caitlynn had yet to respond. Henry ducked into the booth and threw some cash at the girl. (Probably way more than he should have) "Thanks love." He tipped his hat to her as his grip tightened on Lucas Grants arm. He wasnt leaving so easy. "How we doin baby Grant?" He asked condescendingly. "Im in the market for some Price products... Know where I can find em?"

@JayPlay

”You kidding? I talked her down.” Isaac retorted just before they reached Grant. He gestured for Perran to intercept the goon that had accompanied Grant to the table, and gestured for them to sit. “Palms flat on the table, boys..” Isaac instructed and looked at the girl. “Thanks, prank successful.” He handed her the rest of the money. “Now, why don’t you head on home.. Go that way though.. Go on.” Isaac said, directing her to exit in a way she wouldn’t easily be spotted from Grant’s deal table thugs. Recognizing potential trouble, she took the money and hurried away. Isaac quickly found and removed Grant’s gun and his goon’s from their holsters, tucking them away under his jacket. “Now, we can have a civil conversation.”

Perran did what Perran does best. A brick wall making sure the private meeting stayed private. A few shifts of his weight and muttered words before they waited patiently.

Grant sucked his teeth and shook his head as he watched the girl leave. Always blind when it comes to girls. He glared between the two and shift as his weapon was pulled from his side. "What?" He growled at Henry and Issac once he knew he wasn't getting out of this.

"Do you have Price merchandise?" He wanted to ask about the Bertolli's, but Caitlynn hadn't weighed in yet. Again with the gangster slouching and glaring away. "Fuck take some pride in yourself. Sit up straight." He huffed and yanked him around.

"I aint got your stuff." He snapped as he was manhandled. "Price reputation sells higher." Lucase Grant mummbled an explination.

@JayPlay

Isaac scoffed. “So, you’re either lying to us, or lying to your clients. Either way… You’re fucking with Price.” He leaned forward slightly. “There’s a reason Price reputation runs higher. Because there’s weight behind that name. Because price doesn’t fuck around, or get fucked around.” Isaac leaned back, looking at Henry and then Grant, then Henry again. “I think we should thank Grant, don’t you?” He asked and smiled. “Since we can actually get his clients in contact with actual Price goods. We might have just earned ourselves a finder’s fee bonus..”

@Quinn Fox

Henry frowned at the idea. Yeah, Isaac wasn’t wrong. Business was business… The Bertolli’s wouldn’t deal with him being away for long… and right now they were completely unaware that anyone from Caitlynn’s business had seen them. A calm uninterested gaze fixed on the table for a moment as his gears turned. “We’ll be back for either your client list, or your goods. Best have them ready.” Henry nodded toward the door and hoped they would all get out without being seen. He already had proof of the Bertolli’s, and could leave the issue open about product. It’s not like that would be high on the list in comparison.

Perran followed Henry as he slid out of the booth, a different direction, the exit near the bathroom. Whatever was going on, he trusted Henry. He glanced to make sure Isaac was following.

Henry checked his phone and scowled. Right. The other thing. “I’m sending you the proof, go tell Price about them meeting and what he said about a higher rate of sale.” Henry looked to Isaac. Perran was good muscle. Isaac was decent brains… and this was an issue for the latter. He lit another cigarette and grumbled on the way to his vehicle

@JayPlay

Isaac started to go to return the guns, then stopped.. Why should he? So he instead patted them under hist jacket. “Thanks for the apology gifts, boys, I’m sure you can get more. Just let your.. associates know you’ve got a few more details to hammer out. Oh! And don’t fuck around with people you can’t handle.” Isaac said and gave Grant and his thug a hearty clap on their shoulders. “Be seeing you..” He finished, almost as a threatening promise and spun on his heels, making his way to the exit, briefly pausing to dance with a couple girls on his way out as a bit of celebration. Once the adrenaline began to come down, he was almost disgusted with himself. He didn’t want to do this crap anymore, it was reliving a life he thought he’d left behind. But perhaps worse, was how exhilarating it can be in the moment… He sighed as he reached Henry and Perran. “You want me to go report to price?” Isaac said and sighed again as he received all the details of the Grant-Bertolli situation. “Alright…” He then pointed at Perran. “Hey, don’t let this guy smoke more than a pack a day, ‘kay? Bad for his lungs.” He said, more so to give Henry a hard time then anything and made his way to his own car. Isaac stared at his steering wheel for a moment before heading off to go to his meeting with- Price…. Well fuck..

@Quinn Fox

"Fuck youuu." The ciggarete teetered as he called over his car. With other things to do he'd expect the boyscoutt to handle it.

"Sucks to suck." He srugged apologetically and took off before he could be roped into going with him.

Caitlynn had an office just below her penthouse. Not that most knew where she lived. It was an easy commute. Thats the nice thing about lawyers offices... They are always well kept and swanky... Usually non descript. Caitlynn was busy with paperwork late into the night while they were dealing with thw Grant child. She'd let the receptionist go earlier... It was just her and a glass of clear top shelf Vodka.

@JayPlay

Isaac made his way through the building and up to Caitlynn’s office. He made his way down the hall until he reached the receptionist’s desk, it was empty. “Hmm..” Isaac hummed. Perhaps he’d luck out and she’d be out for the night. He sat on the desk and called into her office with the receptionist phone.

@Quinn Fox

Caitlynn’s tailored maroon button up shifted as she reached for the phone. The number matching the front desk, she frowned and answered casually. “Price Enterprises, how can I help you?” She didn’t give her name with customer a happy customer service tone. Her tight black pencil skirt shifted and pulled as she spun and sat back in her chair.

@JayPlay

Damn “It’s Isaac,” He replied. “Henry decided I should be the one to report on the whole Grant situation.” He made a mental note to somehow get Henry back for this. “So, do I come in, or are we discussing it like this?”

@Quinn Fox

"Just come on in." She sighed and hung upon him. Why was there still a situation? It was a simple cease and assist. She sat up straight and closed the folder she had been working on.

@JayPlay

Isaac takes a steadying breath and walks over to the door, hesitates a moment… He could just bail on everything and everyone and run. But he knew he couldn’t. That would put his family at risk, and he’d practically be running the rest of his life. Besides, there were others like Caitlynn, and they’d find him just the same… He pulled open the door and walked in. “Evening…” He said as he strode over to her desk, wearing an air of confidence. “I kept it.. Relatively civil. Oh, and Henry might be asking about bribe money reimbursement.” Isaac said before he began explaining and showing her everything they’d found and learned about the situation.

@Quinn Fox

Her dull expression was uninterested as she listened to the details and his report. "Here. I need to know who this phone number belongs to, where they live. What they do..." She handed him a muted yellow post it note. "See if they know any... Mutual friends." She waggled the paper impatiently.

(For you to learn: Abby is a mid 20s nurse who lives with a roommate. Goes to and from work.. Lives a reasonable and completely normal life. No criminal ties)

Isaac took the post it and looked it over. “Just… Find them and talk about potentially criminal acquaintances. And I’m assuming you want it done covertly, considering you’re sending me and not your main thugs.” Isaac said with a sigh. “Right… find a way to subtly ask if they’re connected with ‘mutual friends’, of course…” Isaac grabbed his phone and stuffed it back in his pocket. “Any leads on where to meet them, what they like, how I’m supposed to weasel my way into their lives?” He continued, reluctance clear in his tone.

@Quinn Fox

"Figure it out... Finn" she suggested coldly. Uninterested gaze meeting his tone with disinterest.

(You can short hand finding out about her if you want... Up to you)

Isaac almost winced when Caitlynn used the name Finn. He just nodded, “Yeah… Fine.” He said and tucked the note away. “I’ll get started tomorrow after work.” He said and turned away, walking to the door of her office. How could he deal with that situation, nothing came to him, there was nothing so long as Caitlynn lived. He could have ended it tonight, he had Grant and his thug’s guns, but Isaac wasn’t a murderer. The next day he went to work again, but his mind was more on this new task from Caitlynn. After his shift ended, he went to work fully on the number. Some girl named Abby, a nurse, he even found out where she lived. He staked the place out and noted her schedule. The next day, Isaac sighed and called Perran. “Hey, big man. I’m sending you a location… I need you to meet me there and beat the shit out of me…” Near the time Abby would be returning home, Isaac took a controlled beating from Perran. Nothing serious, but enough to look like he’d been messed up in a mugging. “Fuuuck…” Isaac growled as he took a right hook from Perran. “Alright, that should do.” Isaac said and got himself ready, sent Perran off, and began stumbling down the sidewalk, bruised, a bit bloodied, as Abby was walking to her apartment.

@Quinn Fox

(Well played Issac!)

Abby locked her little blue Jetta and rounded the edge of her drive toward the front steps. Her royal purple scrubs creased and well worn, she was tired and ready for a hot shower and sleep. Night shift sucked. Her braid over her shoulder still without frizz... That made her happy: the new hair conditioner working all shift. The sight of blood barely caught her attention after working a full shift, but the stumbling made her look again. "Hey, you okay?" She stayed at the bottom of her stairs as Issac fumbled closer.

Isaac pointed back the way he came. “I got.. I got mugged about a block ago.” He muttered, leaning against the handrail. He hissed in pain as he touched the bruise on his cheek. “You… a doctor or something..?” He said, pointing at Abby’s scrubs. “Maybe you can point me in the direction of somewhere I can get checked up or something, make sure nothings broken or anything…?” He asked, wincing slightly as he touched his ribs. Damn, Perran… I guess I did tell him to make it a believable beatdown.. “Just… You know, to make sure.” He said, hoping to appeal to her sympathetic side.

"Well... Sit down first. Youre stumbling and a fall wouldnt help." She instructed and set her bag a few steps up. She sat down next to him. "You should really report it. Cops will come out. Paramedics will take you to the hospital..." Abby suggested softly. Worried blue eyes looking over the split lip and swelling eye.

“Didn’t see them to identify the guys that did this. Cops won’t do anything.” Isaac said, slowly sitting down on the steps as well. “And no need to pull paramedics off of more important calls. I’ll just get my way to the hospital eventually.” He said with a laugh, then winced.

"You should still report it." She sighed. Yeah. He was right not much would come of it. But that was also one of the quicker ways for him to receive help. Inviting a stranger into her home wasnt going to happen. Hell she had reservations about driving him to the hospital. His arm pinned against his ribs suggested other injuries... then once shock wears off... "Should probably get to the hospital sooner rather than later..." Abby urged. Open demeanor still sitting a little further from him. God she wished her roommate was home. Then they both could get this guy help.

Isaac waved away the suggestion to report it. “I’ll get to the hospital eventually. Could you at least point me in the right direction.” He asked, slowly hoisting himself to his feet, with a pained groan.

Annoyed at her own inability to leave someone hanging she swiped up her bag. "Come on... My cars over here." She nodded toward the driveway. "But if you get weird on me, I'll totally crash the car to make a point." Abby pointed, playful tone hiding a very real thought. She pulled her phone from her pocket and set the location on... Texting her friend to make sure someone knew what was going on. With his injuries, it would take a moment for him to get in. She left the phone in the cupholder between them. Never crossing her mind that it held all of her information and contacts.

@JayPlay

Isaac noted the cell phone, he’d have to find a way to get into that. It could seriously help him with his information gathering. He put that on the shelf for now, instead making sure to play off the pain as he got in the car. “Look, I’m not going to try anything, besides I’m already beat up. All you’d have to do is hit me in the ribs.” He replied. They headed off toward the hospital, Isaac mostly sitting quietly, staring out the window. He hated this, the girl seemed normal, and a decent person… As they pulled into the hospital, Isaac slowly climbed out with a pained groan. “Hey, Miss… um, sorry I never got your name.. I’m Isaac by the way.” He said once he was out of the car. “Do you mind if I borrow your phone? Couple people who I should try and let know what happened…” He finished and attempted a smile.

@Quinn Fox

"Abby," she unlocked her phone with the pin and handed it to him without looking away from the road.

@JayPlay

He quickly flipped to her contacts list and pulled a notepad from his pocket and started a call to one of his burner phones. Obviously no answer, so he left himself a voicemail mail as he scribbled down any information he could of her contacts and anything else he could glean from her phone. Then made another call, to his other burner phone. Naturally, no answer, so he just left another generic, ‘I got mugged, on the way to the hospital,’ type voicemail as he continued his information dive. He closed out anything that might raise suspicion, and closed the phone. “Thanks, Abby. Hopefully they get my messages soon.” Isaac said and placed the phone back and tucked away the notebook.

@Quinn Fox

Abby pulled into the drop-off area. Relief on her face with an apologetic smile. "Good luck." She took the phone back non the wiser.

@JayPlay

“Maybe we’ll meet again, under better circumstances.” Isaac said and painfully exits the car and began limping toward the hospital entrance. Once inside, he turned, glancing over his shoulder to see if she’d driven off yet.

@Quinn Fox

Abby didnt think much of it. Long shift and driving back toward work was not great. At least she did her good deed for the day. She played loud music and headed home.

@JayPlay

As soon as she pulled away, Isaac pulled out his phone and called Caitlynn and quickly slipped back outside and immediately started walking back to his own car. He knew he didn’t need a doctor. Perran and Isaac set the whole thing up to where he’d hurt, but it wouldn’t leave any lasting damage. Now, he just had to report what he found to Caitlynn and rest up for a couple days.

@Quinn Fox (don’t know if that double post is visible to others, but it won’t let me delete it.)

Looks good on my side

15:49

One contact is one of the high Grant enforcers. Other than that... Its hospitals, take out... Misc family

Ab took a hot shower and crawled into her fluffy bedding.

Caitlynn looked at her phone. It had been a few days... "Yes?" She answered fixing her makeup in the mirror.

@JayPlay

Isaac silently swore, wishing she’d let it gone to voicemail. “Yeah, Isaac here. Got the info you wanted. The girl has a Grant enforcer in her contact list. That’s about it.” He replied, walking his way to his car, people looking at him as they passed, him still clearly having taken a beating. “What’s this matter? She doesn’t really seem the type to be involved in your kinda lifestyle. It’s most likely a coincidence.” He explained.

@Quinn Fox

Caitlynn scribbled down notes as she spoke. "My guess is... Benjamin. The one who follows Grant around...?" She already knew it was. There had been enough hints and whispers... And now, one of her employees who had no idea of her theory was about to confirm it.

@JayPlay

Isaac shrugged a bit, though she couldn’t see anything, naturally, as she was on the phone. “Seems like it, yeah.” He answered with a slight hesitation. “What’s this about? I’d rather not get more involved than necessary. She’s just a nurse..”

@Quinn Fox

"Keeping my business intact." She snipped quickly. Her pen thwapping on the desk with impatience. "One can never have too many aces Finn" she reminded him of exactly how much she held over him. Why was he so gun shy all of a sudden? He'd done just fine for a while now, and she didnt just run around ruining people. Caitlynn was meticulous. Something she prided herself on... And probably one of the reasons business was as good as it was.

@JayPlay

Isaac grimaced as she used that name again. “Okay. I get it. Just stop saying that word.” He said pulling into his apartment parking lot. “God… Damn it! It’s reserved for a reason assholes.” He growled as he saw someone in his reserved parking spot again. “You’ve got your info. Is there anything else you need, or can I go enjoy my day off and try to recupe from Perran’s beat down of me?” He asked, it would seem strange, he never did tell Caitlynn his plan or how he’d gotten the information she wanted.

@Quinn Fox

Caitlynn rolled her eyes and hung up. Maybe he had outlived his usefulness... He sure was winey lately. But the rumor was true.... The eldest Grant son had a boo he cared about enough to hide. Interesting. She had more phone calls to make... But that information would come in handy if the younger generation of the two families didnt shape up.

@JayPlay

Isaac sighed and hung up. He didn’t know what Caitlynn was up to, and honestly, at the moment, he didn’t care. He made his way to his apartment, stopping by the car that parked in his reserved spot, pulled out his security baton and smashed one of headlights out. “Asshole..” He muttered and continued into his apartment.

@Quinn Fox

Caitlynn was intent on finding out more about the meeting with the young Grants and Bertolli. Perran and Henry had the less delicate jobs of thugs and street-level "interviews". Abby was a shot in the dark. A whisper and the only unlisted number in Benjamin's phone. No contact... No information... But a monthly payout is too low to be blackmail and consistent. It looked like a paycheck. Shitty pay in Caitlynn's opinion... But that could be useful. Either way, her interest was Piqued. It was also a way to keep Finn engaged. Following people. General work. He needed to be managed more than others. Money was less of a motivation for him.

@JayPlay

Isaac walked into his apartment and rubbed his face. “Oh man…” He muttered and went to look in the mirror. “Damn, you look like shit.” He stripped off his ragged clothes and got into the shower washing away the dried blood and allowing the warm water to soak his sore muscles and bruises. He stepped under the water, staring down as the water swirled down the drain. How the hell did he get himself into these situations..? One wrong turn as a dumb kid… And now, this… He lost track of time, standing under the spray from the shower head, eventually the heat of the water began to fade, so he stepped out and grabbed his towel. He sighed and muttered, “Fuck me…”

@Quinn Fox

Caitlynn conducted meetings. Delivered product... And spent a lot of time talking to the Bertolli's.

Perran was a simple creature. If he couldn't fuck it, fight it, or eat it... He wasn't interested. His free days were spent between Mexican Villa, and Toby's. If he couldn't find someone to fuck... There was always something to fight.

Henry handled most of the day-to-day operations. He meandered between storage areas... Assets talking about their lives and staying up to date... He and Caitlynn spoke more than any of the other Employees. There was a level of business and respect between the two.

Abby continued going to work... And buying far too many books... She was considering a diet... There was just one problem... she liked sweets.

Caitlynn and Henry sat at a cafe in midtown. Sipping their coffee and going over paperwork. "Did we get that container moved from the pier?" She asked without looking up.

Henry passed her a postit with the information. "Are we moving on the Grant son?" His glasses low on his nose. A flat grey leather bount book infront of him. Pen scribbling between scraps of paper and notes.

"I dont want to over play my hand. Theres still the girl. Not quite sure how she fits." Caitlynn tilted her head back and forth.

"I could alwayd kick tires... get an idea." He suggested.

@JayPlay

Isaac spent the rest of the day tending to his bruises. Fortunately, nothing was seriously damaged, he was just going to be a bit sore for the next couple days. He checked his phone briefly, before sitting down and turning on his tv. He ended up calling in to work the next day, telling them he was involved in a mugging and needed a day or so to recuperate from his injuries.

@Quinn Fox

"There may be a move tonight... Hold off. Things will go south fast and i may need the leverage." She tilted her head back and forth. The trouble to hide the girl was wnough to pique her interest. No ties to the family. No protection. A very normal life on paper.... And on the Grant sons "payroll" Maybe a girlfriend?

( @JayPlay can we skip to the next morning?

(Yeah, we can)