Life of a Gun Runner
Although the Mob presented benefits to your name and long term well being, you decide that starting your business ventures in an aggressive manner first will put you into a position where any long term threats can be easily dealt with. Besides, the perks offered by a street gang engaged in prostitution, underground gambling, and willing to provide capable henchmen is very tempting. You dial a number on one of your mobile phones and tap your feet in anticipation.
"'Ey, this Mad Dog."
Although your tempted to say something, you hold your tongue. "I'd like to speak to Ghost."
The man on the other line laughs. "'Ey listen up white boy, chu don't just go 'round saying yous needs to talk to Ghost. Besides, the brother's up to some shit right now."
"Tell him the dealer wants to talk."
"Who the fu-" the voice on the other line is stopped mid-sentence. You think he might be talking to someone, but with the loud music going on you can't be too sure. You hear another line turn on.
"This is Ghost."
"I hear your interested in buying."
"All of your UZIs and MP5's, plus some grenades and whatever shit you think would help do a street soldier some good."
"And where, exactly, will this deal go down?"
"Man, it don't matter. Tell you what, we'll go down to your place. I got money to pay up front...plus you'll have our protection and access to our lovely ebony hoes. You feel me?"
Although the offer was hard to decipher, you're able to break it down into understandable parts. If you accept the deal they'll be aware of where you live, information that could get you dead. On the other hand, you'll be able to make a quick profit while simultaneously earning some sort of protection alongside a 'sample' of their prostitutes.
"'Ey, this Mad Dog."
Although your tempted to say something, you hold your tongue. "I'd like to speak to Ghost."
The man on the other line laughs. "'Ey listen up white boy, chu don't just go 'round saying yous needs to talk to Ghost. Besides, the brother's up to some shit right now."
"Tell him the dealer wants to talk."
"Who the fu-" the voice on the other line is stopped mid-sentence. You think he might be talking to someone, but with the loud music going on you can't be too sure. You hear another line turn on.
"This is Ghost."
"I hear your interested in buying."
"All of your UZIs and MP5's, plus some grenades and whatever shit you think would help do a street soldier some good."
"And where, exactly, will this deal go down?"
"Man, it don't matter. Tell you what, we'll go down to your place. I got money to pay up front...plus you'll have our protection and access to our lovely ebony hoes. You feel me?"
Although the offer was hard to decipher, you're able to break it down into understandable parts. If you accept the deal they'll be aware of where you live, information that could get you dead. On the other hand, you'll be able to make a quick profit while simultaneously earning some sort of protection alongside a 'sample' of their prostitutes.