Post by Mikaela Holden on Jun 3, 2016 8:07:32 GMT
Location: A Network Warehouse
Characters: Tomas Esteban, Sam Thompson, Ernesto Morales, Adam Byrne, Cameron Edmonds, Mikaela Holden, Caesar de la Cruz
Spots on a Peach: ~Last night had gone in quite the different direction than Sam had intended, and while it hadn't been a whiskey fueled haze to take her mind off of slaughtering half a dozen kids (baby goats), loosing herself in a blonde with a nice pair of tits and a great ass was just as good, turned out Adam was right, she just needed to get her dick wet, the world was put back in order and the next day had gone off without a hitch...Sam had been left in such high spirits that it was decided the Dive would be forgone for the evening in lieu of something more beneficial for the body. And while a single session at Titanium probably wouldn't have undone all the booze and greasy food from the last week, it would have at least been a step in the right direction. Sadly it was only an hour or so in to the cardio routine when her phone went off with a text notification...sadly it wasn't either of the Molly's, rather Tomas. The text itself was long overdue, but vague...just an address, no time or anything, which meant it was a safe bet that reading between the lines meant 'come now'. A quick wipe of the treadmil before Sam made a Bee line for the locker room, but there was no time to shower or even change, the bag along with skateboard were snatched from a locker then it was right on out the door. Not twenty minutes later and Sam was rolling to a slow stop just outside the dockside(?) warehouse. Phone was double checked just to make sure she had the right address and soon after slender brow arched...why couldn't it have been a nice public place with lots of witnesses? Fuck it, deep breath taken and slow approach for the gate, complete with a little nudge to see if the damned thing was unlocked. If it was, it was further on into the lions den~(D)
in walks death: It's actually slightly more public than Sam might think... at least, y'know, by the looks of it from the outside. The building itself was -- ironically enough -- located on a street known as Industrial Avenue. Tomas, to some degree, found this amusing, but kind of kept all that to himself. The former Self Storage facility had been bought out by the Network some 10 years ago. For six of those ten years, it operated half as an actual self-storage
facility and half of it processing drugs for the Network. It wasn't long after Tomas Esteban, fresh off the plane from New York worked that little Self Storage into a larger processing place, and now it was about 1/4 'self storage' :wiiiiiiiiink: and the rest used for processing and whatever else might need to be done. The long, metal hallways with smaller 5x10 storage facilities were convenient to toss people in like makeshift cells, and the chainlink fence with buzz gate was pretty common in such facilities, so it didn't seem all together out of place. Most of the processing was dealt with deep inside the concrete block building, despite the bay doors that lined part of the parking lot. Most of those were all reinforced and welded shut, no point in actually ever using them again, only two were still operational, guarded, secured with cameras and heavy-duty locks for shipments in and out. Deep within the facility, several large storage unit walls were all knocked in to make one big, giant room for processing, another connected through a door to a small office where the dealers were permitted to go in and get their smack to go peddle along the streets of Marathon. It worked pretty damn well, kept the building pretty secure and safe, with long narrow choke-point hallways that were like a labyrinth of the same, nondescript metal doors, it worked to their advantage. No sooner than did Sam wander up to the gate did the little box with a keypad and a small speaker/camera crackle to life. "Buzzing you in." It was not Tomas's voice, but a woman's. BBZZT The gate reacted, opening to allow Sam entrance (everybody else just had a key code... y'know, those who were trusted, anyway.) The man himself, to wrap this novel up, was standing outside of one of the tall cargo bay doors taking a drag off of a smoke. He was dressed much like always, jeans, sneakers, and today was a t-shirt with a loose, lightweight overshirt to hide the fact that he was carrying, but that's neither here nor there. "Find the place okay?" Was tossed Sam's way.
malos mares: "Dis whatcha get," He was saying to himself in that unusual Belizean Kriol of his, shaking his head. This is what he gets for letting himself be distracted by a pretty face. He had been hesitant to leave Mikaela at the Dive with the man he himself had helped put into the freezer, but Mikaela's big eyes had made a compelling case to Ernesto, who for the past two years or so may or may not have been harboring an unrequited flame for her. No sooner than Tomas had found out that Ernesto had left his post where there men at the marina who put a pillow case over his head and dragged him off. Suffice it to say he's actually a little surprised he's still alive. Maybe this is purgatory, he thinks, while pacing for the umpteenth time through the dark, empty storage container. Thirteen steps from one wall to the other, that's not a good omen. His pillowcase had been taken off seconds before he was shoved headlong into the space but he'd caught only a glimpse of his prison before the metallic bay door slid shut and threw him into blackness. He can't tell if his eyes have adjusted or his brain is just tricking him. There's a tiny sliver of light at the base of the door, but it barely penetrates the gloom. The waiting it the worst part.. [d]
Spots on a Peach: ~Another slightly incredulous look when the female voice came over the speaker, followed with a little shake of her head...every major distribution hub needed a receptionist! Though it was probably more likely that whoever it was, was just the onsite management, if only to keep up appearances for the operation itself (after all it was still a storage facility.) The gate had since been nudged open, though once inside she wasnt exactly in any sort of a hurry, but only a handful of steps had been managed before the voice called out. Eyes that had been darting this way and that just to take everything in quickly snapped the direction of the source. Tomas was met with a bit of a blank stare before shoulders rose and fell.~ "Yeah...although I did have to ask the guy at the gas station if he knew where Tomas big fucking drug warehouse was...luckily he knew." ~Cause nothing helped break the tension like a joke.~ (d)
in walks death: I wish I could say that Tomas didn't laugh at that joke -- okay, he didn't really laugh, because he doesn't really laugh, but the man snorted something close to a laugh, so, congrats, Sam. "If it's the weekends," He said, his voice that usual dry but humid affect as he pushed off the wall, pulling another drag off of the snub cigarette before continuing, waving his hand in the direction she had come. "We have those kids out there flinging around the arrow signs like they do for all the vape shops these days." He exhaled the blueish smoke and smacked his left hand against his right palm to the tune of staccato words. "It's all about the marketing." One last quick drag was taken and the Puerto Rican flicked the butt somewhere across the parking lot. It was someone else's problem, now. "After a couple weeks you'll get a key code -- we don't just give them out willie nillie, so you'll have to be buzzed in, but everybody already knows who you are and whether to let you in or not. Your collection hours are between one and three. Doesn't work for you? Tough shit, that's the time you come to collect." He waved for her to follow him, turning and wandering down the straightway to a set of steps to a regular sized door, punching in a keycode, an automated lock buzzed and he popped the door, stepped inside and held it open for her. "Once again, you'll have to be buzzed in. Everybody has to deal with it, so I don't wanna listen to you bitch, so just keep it to yourself." He wasn't necessarily directing that ire AT Sam, but probably because a lot of other dealers had complained about the process.
Spots on a Peach: ~Petal soft tiers tugged wide at their corners into the typical Cheshire grin she normally sported, his little snort was not one of derision, had it been a feeble attempt to at the very least cover a chuckle? You had to take the wins where you could get them, a little crack in the armor...not to mention he thought enough of it to quip back about sign spinners and the like. The grin did wane a bit at the mention of key codes, it was an extra hassle, especially since it seemed like she wasn't going to have her own, at least not at first anyway's, but in the grand scheme of things it was a very small annoyance to worry about, certainly not worth fretting about.~ "I'd probably just get lost in there." ~Places like this were always a fucking labyrinth for some reason. The longboard that she'd been idly scooting forward on her approach to Tomas was finally kicked up and tucked under her arm.~ "Wait, we're talking one to three in the afternoon, right?" ~Fuck if he meant the morning, it meant she was going to have to sacrifice what precious little sleep she was getting. ~"Its fine, whatever time of day." ~Dismissive wave, not aimed at Tomas, just in general to the train of thought before following the man in through the open door.~ "I got a couple of questions though about the shit itself." (D)
paradise and sin: Cryptic as fuck, but he hadn't expected anything less out of Cameron. Rather than respond to that text message, Adam Byrne had shown up at the hacker's house, sending young Silas -- that skinny little rat of a teenage boy who was more ``gopher`` than rat -- to go fetch Edmonds and let him know they were going for a ride. Once Cam joined Silas in the backseat, the Yukon set off towards it's next destination. "Tell me what the fuck the meat was," the driver cast a dark gaze in the rearview at the man, the Irish on his tongue was harsh. Not in the mood for the games, or the run around, especially as he was on his way to the self-storage unit -- having just found out a few hours ago about a particular freezer incident, and how it had come to be. Pleased? Not at all. -d-
Bits N Bombs: Cameron followed as ordered and soon was in the back of that Yukon. Book bag carried and rested in his lap cause well he always had something. If it wasn't his hack pack it was a bag full of spray cans. Tonight? Spray cans. "Not sure what you're looking for Mister Boss. She was a brace faced goody two shoe with no pops , an estranged momma and a brother who OD'd on heroin aka... she not to fond of drugs " Yes Cameron gave running commentary liked or not. Though it got him hit a lot. " Salutatorian .. Boring. Degree in Sociology and Criminal Justice. Got 1 DUI but never arrested no points lost. Boring. No hubby no kids no pets no life. " He said shaking his head as he rambled useless facts proving how boring she was in his head. On paper anyway. " Police Academy 1-4 5 was a bomb.. anywho . Top marks all the way across the board. No marks against her. Perfect. Goody Two shoe. Boring. She did 4 years of flat foot when she got stabbed and got a combat cross medal among other valory things. Aka wants to be a super cop. I mean I've looked at her bank records Nothing but pay checks deposited. Spends her money wisely. Well Except for liquor stores. She loves her liquor stores but that probably has to do with the kid she shot and killed back 2013. Right? But she was acquitted and mandatory therapy. I'm saying she ain't a bribe kinda gal. She's vice now. I may look like a whore but I only play one on tv " He said " She got transferred because of safety issues.. it says but them cops dirty as fuck. She was about to bust em and didn't even know " Giving a little laugh. " If it weren't for the affair texts with her married ex partner this broad would have been a full on bore. Half this I could of found on face book "
in walks death: "That's the point," To get lost in there. Everything looked exactly the same, so if you didn't know which turns to make to get back to where the facility turned from actual storage for the Network into distribution, you'd probably never find your way there. "You'll get used to it." He told her with a shrug. When Sam blinked and was confirming either am or pm, he glanced back at her. "PM, afternoon. The time will change every once and a while, just want it to look like normal traffic, sometimes pickups will be at night, depending on what we're running. Sometimes it'll be twice a day." It was like a pyramid scheme. If Sam sold enough, she could have that pink Cadillac in NO TIME!! The Puerto Rican wasted no time in the hallway. "Make sure you shut the door behind you," He told Sam and started walking. Left turn, right turn, left turn, left turn... where are you going? He stopped in front of one random, small storage container and glanced back. "Shoot." Though, he did toss her a 'one sec' finger before he wrapped his fist on the metal door marked 215. "¿Ha tenido suficiente tiempo para pensar, puto?" He was listening, Sam, despite the sharpness of his words aimed at the door. He unhooked a lock on the side of the door and used his foot to nudge under the handle and kicked it up on the slide track. Oh, hey, Ernesto!
Spots on a Peach: ~Yeah, messing with a Minotaur was pretty low on the list for Sam so the being let in thing worked just fine for her. The scowl flashed briefly as he moved on after confirming the time, seemingly in different to the game of twenty questions Sam wanted to play. Another shift in her focus with the off handed comment whatever we're running and this time her free hand was waving in the direction of the man.~ "Whoa, no no no. What do you mean? I told Adam, I'm not pushing any Meth or Heroin. Those fuckers are unpredictable. If y'all want me to sling a little Molly at the Reefs club, fine...coke I can handle. I'd rather not push dime bags, not enough money. But no Meth...no Heroin." ~It had probably just been taken out of context, but she wanted to make sure they were at least on the same page lest she show up one day to find a bag full of teenths. And then Tomas was on the move again, Sam was quick at his heel, after closing the door of course, only because she didn't want to get lost, and with the erratic turns left and right, she probably would have. And then the sudden pause and babble...fuck she needed to learn Spanish, it was all half the cooks spoke.~ "...Whats your cut. Or is it pure? I need to know if I'm setting some kid up with pure coke, or something cut with baking soda." ~Not that she really cared if someone hit a rail to hard, but dead bodies always spelled trouble, especially if it lead back to her.~(D)
malos mares: It's been a few days, he thinks, since he's been in the dark here though it's impossible to tell. Every once in a while someone would bring him something to eat or drink, nothing substantial though so in addition to being disoriented he was always dealing with hunger pangs just irritating enough to make it hard to think about anything else--save of course for the grave mistake he had made in disobeying Tomas' explicit instructions to stay in front of that damn freezer door. He heard the footsteps approaching a few moments before the panging on the door caused him to start. His stomach wrenched itself into a knot at the sound of the voice on the other side. Though he knew it was Tomas that had him tossed in here, he hadn't been visited by him as yet. That sadistic jerk apparently liked making people writhe in their own worry for a while before administering a suitable punishment. The young man flinched at the light that flooded into the cell, squinting green and brown eyes at it while he lifted a hand to shield them some. When his eyes adjusted to the light he took a step or two into it, dirty and disheveled. Yes, he's had plenty of time to think, but judging by the apprehensive look on his face he figured a time-out was not all that had been in store for him.[d]
paradise and sin: Fuck, Cam could talk. Adam listened, not saying a word -- nor allowing any interest to show on his face if Cameron said anything of interest about the Detective. Which he did. Few things in fact, to be saved for a rainy day. Things to pass along to Tomas to put in his own pocket for when the timing was right. "Boring," he murmured in echo to the sentiment repeated most in Cameron's discovery, but he said nothing else. Some sort of muffled whimpery sounds came from the very back of the SUV, and Adam turned up the music on the dash -- and oh look, they were there. Had we mentioned the gargantuan oil-skinned meathead in the passengers seat beside Byrnie? Soon as Adam parked, Rod spilled out of the Yukon and headed to the back hatch to gather what had made that sound. Decidedly human shape, wrapped up in a pretty pink floral musty smelling comforter. It wriggled like a fish out of water once tossed over the wide of the man's shoulder, and continued to do so -- until smacked sharply on the bottom. "You can come, or wait," Adam let the hacker know, and killed the engine to exit the SUV himself. No need for the girl on the voice box to buzz them in, he knew the code -- and knew what path to take once inside. Silas remained behind to flirt with the voice box girl -- Rod even stayed; passing off the wrapped package to Adam -- where the same fireman's carry had the thing inside making a noise when dropped on his shoulder none too gently. Down the right hall, Cam following or not, and oh look. 215 was already open. A nod to Tomas, and a lilted, "Saman'ta," in greeting to the two. "Had time to think, has he?," Adam asked of Tomas -- a gesture to urge the door wider if it wasn't already, and with little ceremony, he stepped inside and dropped the bundle over his shoulder onto the ground rather hard, yanking on the blanket to unroll the form of Mikaela Holden at Ernesto's feet. -d-
Bits N Bombs: He did his job and time to shut up. Hacker's work was easy and solo. You spent hours in mainframes and surfing the underground interwebs for data. Bits of info. Dropping viruses if need be but mostly code breaking. What these men do was serious. He was child's play in this world but he knew his work to be invaluable all the same. So there was no doubt it should be no surprise that when asked if he was following after a carried body, Cameron would ask " Cake or Death? " He had his own lingo and that made it hard to follow. Worse when he rambled a mile a minute in paranoid mode. He cleared up he asked if all was sweet or was he witness to a murder in a minute and thankfully all was green Cam decided to follow along. Paranoid mode kicked in just a little as he made sure to remembered everything he saw after he noticed how many turns they were taking. Back pack left in the car though -d-
deviI inside me: It seemed their had been a slight miscalculation when receiving his weekly shipment. Somehow Caesar had received more product than he was accustomed to moving in his half of Marathon. Certainly explains why a flat white bread truck came pulling up out front of Tomas' warehouse. The word Wonder still readable along the side of the truck; well, mostly readable. A couple letters were either faded or just scratched off by some delinquent. Leaving only the W-N-E-R intact. Thus labeling it now and forever as the weiner truck. Caesar wasn't behind the wheel, it was another of his crew members. Rather, Caesar was just lounging in the passenger seat toking on a cigar --- or what at least appeared to be a cigar. Still, it filled the trucks cabin with a hazy smoke screen that made it near impossible to see the road in front of them. Somehow his driver, Perez, managed to avoid barreling into the black SUV still parked out by the gate. He swerved at the very last minute and instead jumped the curb. It wasn't the best parking job, but considering their driving conditions, it was a miracle they haven't just crashed through the gate altogether. Jumping the curb naturally jostled Caesar from his relaxation, of course. Quickly grabbing onto the interior, he kept himself from getting thrown around too much. When that beast of a truck and finally came to a complete stop, Caesar climbed from the passenger side. Still rattled from the experience, he managed to make it to the voice box. "Oy, chica. I need to speak with your boss, por favor." /d
in walks death: Caesar was buzzed in by the girl who gave him some pretty little reply, whatever it was. MEANWHILE! IN THE FIRES OF MOUNT DOOM... I mean, a hallway, Tomas kind of glanced at Sam with a quirk of his eyebrow. "Calm your tits, Ellen Degeneres. You'll mostly be dealing coke -- which of course is fucking cut. We're in the business to make money, especially with the situation the way it is right now." Seeing as how shipments were being pinched left and right. Tomas was lucky enough that he was a dealer short before the shipments started going kaput, so his warehouse stash wasn't going out the door as fast as normal. With Sam on payroll, that'll change. "If they want Molly, then we can work that out too, though typically my crew sticks with powder," But if the folks at the casino wanted something else, change his name to Tomas Wonka, he'd figure it out. Ernesto looked.. uncomfortable and nervous. He had right to feel that way, and a glance down the hallway, and the Puerto Rican was quirking a brow at Adam, who almost took up the whole space. "... what now?" He sighed, then glanced at Sam. "Down this hall, make a right, three units down on your left. Talk with Lola, she'll get you set up with all your shit. Sign your HR papers, insurance, paid time off, all that," He was joking, by the by. It was an obvious excuse, because something was going on, and she didn't need to be present for that. "What's --" Was started to be said at Adam with only another glance at Ernesto before Mikaela was unceremoniously dumped on his storage unit floor. "He's had a couple days to think... the fuck is going on now?" There was a hint of confusion across his olive features, but he wasn't questioning the situation yet.
Spots on a Peach: ~Curiosity killed the cat, and while Sam had been itching to get the logistics of dealing settled and out of the way, she now found herself just as curious as to why the guy was locked up in a locker. Of course she only vaguely recognized Ernesto from her few run ins at the Dive with him, but they had been little more than ships passing in the night...still, the guy looked scared shitless, and for some reason that tickled Sam to no end. She'd been on the verge of commenting when Tomas fired back, which promptly dashed any Sass meant for the dock worker, instead Tomas was met with a full eye roll.~ "Christ, first Bieber, now Ellen...you old people need better jokes." ~And then the trio became a part with Adam and company, she still hadn't met the hacker dude, but there was a time and place for everything. Chin jutted slightly in the upturned nod when Adam greeted her, then jerked towards the pink blanket that clearly was covering a body...or so it was assumed.~ "That the blonde from the Casino the other night?" ~Then the shrug of a shoulder that dumped whoever it was to the ground with a fleshy thud...that probably hurt. Eyes darted back inside the storage unit only to discover it was not Tess, but Kae...well, that probably wasn't a good sign.~ "...hey Kae..." ~Was this all cause she'd gotten shift faced last night? Sam took half a step forward into the room, even hunched down a bit~ "So uh, I forgot the key last night..." ~Other things had been on her mind~ "I uh...I guess I'll just get it from Ben? You seem busy." ~And then Tomas was sending her away for Orientation paperwork. The whole lotof them were given a little wave as the longboard that been tucked under her arm was dropped to the ground with a little clatter, a quick step up and then pushed off and she was gone down the hall...two lefts and a right? something like that~(D)
malos mares: He was just about to consider taking a step towards the hall, out of the makeshift jail cell when Adam's brutish form came lumbering into sight with something over his shoulder. Scratch that--someone. The very someone, in fact, that had insisted he do exactly what Tomas told him not to do. He stepped back at first, away from the heap of person-shaped blanket and his olive complexion paled a few tints at the sight of Mikaela there. Despite the fact that he has very little reason to be compassionate towards her at the moment, he is, he can't help but to be, that's just the way he is. He knelt near the young woman, to help her up a little, if she wanted help that is. It would come as no surprise if he got swatted away. "Ya' aarite?" He asked, which was something to the effect of you alright in Kriol. He gave her a once over, Adam didn't rough her up any, did he? Why do you even care so much, Ernesto? He looked up both Adam and Tomas. He'd like to know exactly what the fuck is going on as well. He's got a bad feeling, or rather, a worse one than he had before, when it was just Tomas he had to worry about. [d]
paradise and sin: Any of you know what it's like to be just at work, minding your own business, and then to publicly have a blanket thrown over your head and carried out of your own business by the blackest Arnold Schwarzenegger in the world? Kae now did. Once she'd hit the carpeted floor of the back hatch of the SUV, the blanket had only been removed once, so duct tape could go 'round her wrists, and a strip of it across her mouth, which she'd been informed was to keep her in line, and quiet. Most of the ride to their first stop had been listening to that fucking Irish voice telling her what was about to happen, then Cam's incessant blabbering, and now this. Dumped on the cold hard floor of a storage unit, and Ernesto kneeling down to lift her to her feet. He wasn't swatted at, and Sam's awful timing was completely fucking ignored -- what was she even doing there?! Doe eyes were anything but soft and serene now, but pissed off and fiery -- most of that aiming now at the other Hispanic man in the room. Blonde head bobbed a curt nod to Ernesto's question, turning her face some to look over at him from Tomas. Ack, as for roughing up? There was none -- just the cut on her brow from the night in question, and freezer dudes push. But it was Adam who started speaking. //
"Neither of the two of them should have been in the position they were put in, though I'm no fool enough to believe Mikaela was put in it. Put herself fuckin' in it is what she did. And she'll be apologizin' for the matter, and makin' a promise not to seduce a man away from an explicit order he's been given." A shift of gaze from the femme, to Ernesto. "I don't rightly care if she was already on her knees wit' yer dick in her mouth, Tomas tells you where to be, that's where you'll be." -d-
deviI inside me: Meanwhile, somewhere deep within that labyrinth, Caesar was like a mouse trying to find the goddamn cheese. He did his best to follow the markers at each corridor. Somehow he managed to discover Tomas and Company just by following Adam's Irish lilt. Once he was in earshot of it, of course. Everyone seemed so nicely dressed in clothing that wouldn't raise suspicions. Well, all but Caesar that is. Who, for whatever reason, was seen wearing a red and black plaid kilt around his waist. Its hem managed to reach a few inches passed his knees to leave him moderately decent. Wearing a solid black tee, its graphic depicting the comic book character Sandman in classic fashion across his broad chest. Finishing off his bizarre choice of attire, he wore a pair of black combat boots strapped to his feet. Caesar was just sort of there between Tomas and Adam. "So, uh, who caged the canary?" He asked, staring straight at Kae. Then to the other man she was with. "What did she do now? She didn't puke on your shoes, did she, Adam?" Seriously. He was baffled why she was in what he knew to be a cell. "This is about last night. Ain't it?" /d
in walks death: Tomas studied Adam, ignoring the two in the storage unit for a moment, while Adam went on about Mikaela seducing Ernesto out of the kitchen. That, from what he understood, was not exactly how the evening progressed. Tomas glanced behind at the quiet hacker who I assume is still there or went back outside, and then, oh, hai, Caesar. He tipped the man... why is he wearing a kilt? Whatever. Tomas shook his head. "Give us a minute, kids, would'ya?" So much for how 'nice' he was to you, Mikaela, Tomas reached up to grab the handle on the sliding door and dragged it down like he was spinning the Big Wheel on the Prices is Right. C'MOOON ONE DOLLAR!! Sorry, kids inside, you went over and are now plunged into the darkness that consumes Bob Barker's soul each time someone doesn't spay or neuter their pets. His voice lowered some, glancing at Cez. "This isn't about that, this is about the shitbrick I had stashed in the Dive's freezer last weekend." Tomas didn't go around advertising his kill list, all that often. Black eyes cut back to Adam. "I will concede they're both a couple of morons, but I put him there at the door, and he's the one who gets all googly eye any time she walks in." His arms crossed over his chest. "And she got pretty roughed up about it already, sooo... " He was just trying to see where Adam was going with this. The two of them fucked up where Tomas was concerned, and he had his own brand of dealing with shit, where both Ernesto and Mikaela were concerned.
malos mares: Ernesto knew better than to argue a moot point with Adam, even though apparently he didn't know well enough not to listen to an order as given by Tomas. It's not often that he slips up, but when he does, man are the consequences grave. Such was his life. If he could he would have had nothing to do with the whole situation. He would walk away from all of this if they would but let him. Unfortunately, when you mess up too many times with the Network, you don't get fired, no severance pay, no unemployment--you are simply terminated. Literally, terminated. He'd watched his father take a bullet in the back of his head for having gone against the grain one too many times, and as much as Ernesto was inclined to do the same, he was useless to his family dead. There had been an infinitesimal nod of his head in regard to Adam's reminder of how things worked and he flinched when the door was slammed shut again. The darkness was oppressively thick at first, you couldn't see your own hand if you held it mere inches in front of your face until your eyes had time to adjust. "Sorry mi gotcha in'it. I tol' 'im it weren't cha'fault." Even though it was kind of her fault. Ernesto didn't mind shouldering the brunt of the blame for her, which was probably why he's been in here for something like four days longer than her.[d]
paradise and sin: Ernesto was the only one to witness the temper flare once more in those eyes at how she felt to Adam's words directed at the man, but Caesar's voice whirled her head around and she could feel her cheeks flush with the hot feel of embarrassment. The floor could open right on up now, she'd have no problems sinking through to hell. Lashes squeezed shut, just listening to the roll of the door as it closed them in -- but she wasn't prepared for how dark it was inside when they lifted again, and air hitched in audibly through her nostrils, since her mouth was still taped. Thankfully, when they'd bound her hands with the same sticky silver all-purpose tape, it was in front. So, while Ernesto spoke up, she carefully peeled it from her lips -- doing her best not to cry out when it stuck and tugged on her skin. "Don't add liar to all this," her voice was a whisper. "It was all me, and Adam's right. I owe you an apology. I wasn't thinking." //
Out in the hall, the brute of a man took a lean against the wall, crossing his arms over his barrel wide chest. Looking to de la Cruz, his brow lifted. "T'fuck she do last night? No .. don't answer that. I don't give a shit." Attention swung to Tomas. "And now, we can only hope that neither of them will make the mistake again, can't we? She needs to keep her nose out of where it doesn't belong, or I'll take it straight from her face." -d-
And the poor sad souls were left to their own devices and stew awhile longer in that infinitely dark storage container.
Characters: Tomas Esteban, Sam Thompson, Ernesto Morales, Adam Byrne, Cameron Edmonds, Mikaela Holden, Caesar de la Cruz
Spots on a Peach: ~Last night had gone in quite the different direction than Sam had intended, and while it hadn't been a whiskey fueled haze to take her mind off of slaughtering half a dozen kids (baby goats), loosing herself in a blonde with a nice pair of tits and a great ass was just as good, turned out Adam was right, she just needed to get her dick wet, the world was put back in order and the next day had gone off without a hitch...Sam had been left in such high spirits that it was decided the Dive would be forgone for the evening in lieu of something more beneficial for the body. And while a single session at Titanium probably wouldn't have undone all the booze and greasy food from the last week, it would have at least been a step in the right direction. Sadly it was only an hour or so in to the cardio routine when her phone went off with a text notification...sadly it wasn't either of the Molly's, rather Tomas. The text itself was long overdue, but vague...just an address, no time or anything, which meant it was a safe bet that reading between the lines meant 'come now'. A quick wipe of the treadmil before Sam made a Bee line for the locker room, but there was no time to shower or even change, the bag along with skateboard were snatched from a locker then it was right on out the door. Not twenty minutes later and Sam was rolling to a slow stop just outside the dockside(?) warehouse. Phone was double checked just to make sure she had the right address and soon after slender brow arched...why couldn't it have been a nice public place with lots of witnesses? Fuck it, deep breath taken and slow approach for the gate, complete with a little nudge to see if the damned thing was unlocked. If it was, it was further on into the lions den~(D)
in walks death: It's actually slightly more public than Sam might think... at least, y'know, by the looks of it from the outside. The building itself was -- ironically enough -- located on a street known as Industrial Avenue. Tomas, to some degree, found this amusing, but kind of kept all that to himself. The former Self Storage facility had been bought out by the Network some 10 years ago. For six of those ten years, it operated half as an actual self-storage
facility and half of it processing drugs for the Network. It wasn't long after Tomas Esteban, fresh off the plane from New York worked that little Self Storage into a larger processing place, and now it was about 1/4 'self storage' :wiiiiiiiiink: and the rest used for processing and whatever else might need to be done. The long, metal hallways with smaller 5x10 storage facilities were convenient to toss people in like makeshift cells, and the chainlink fence with buzz gate was pretty common in such facilities, so it didn't seem all together out of place. Most of the processing was dealt with deep inside the concrete block building, despite the bay doors that lined part of the parking lot. Most of those were all reinforced and welded shut, no point in actually ever using them again, only two were still operational, guarded, secured with cameras and heavy-duty locks for shipments in and out. Deep within the facility, several large storage unit walls were all knocked in to make one big, giant room for processing, another connected through a door to a small office where the dealers were permitted to go in and get their smack to go peddle along the streets of Marathon. It worked pretty damn well, kept the building pretty secure and safe, with long narrow choke-point hallways that were like a labyrinth of the same, nondescript metal doors, it worked to their advantage. No sooner than did Sam wander up to the gate did the little box with a keypad and a small speaker/camera crackle to life. "Buzzing you in." It was not Tomas's voice, but a woman's. BBZZT The gate reacted, opening to allow Sam entrance (everybody else just had a key code... y'know, those who were trusted, anyway.) The man himself, to wrap this novel up, was standing outside of one of the tall cargo bay doors taking a drag off of a smoke. He was dressed much like always, jeans, sneakers, and today was a t-shirt with a loose, lightweight overshirt to hide the fact that he was carrying, but that's neither here nor there. "Find the place okay?" Was tossed Sam's way.
malos mares: "Dis whatcha get," He was saying to himself in that unusual Belizean Kriol of his, shaking his head. This is what he gets for letting himself be distracted by a pretty face. He had been hesitant to leave Mikaela at the Dive with the man he himself had helped put into the freezer, but Mikaela's big eyes had made a compelling case to Ernesto, who for the past two years or so may or may not have been harboring an unrequited flame for her. No sooner than Tomas had found out that Ernesto had left his post where there men at the marina who put a pillow case over his head and dragged him off. Suffice it to say he's actually a little surprised he's still alive. Maybe this is purgatory, he thinks, while pacing for the umpteenth time through the dark, empty storage container. Thirteen steps from one wall to the other, that's not a good omen. His pillowcase had been taken off seconds before he was shoved headlong into the space but he'd caught only a glimpse of his prison before the metallic bay door slid shut and threw him into blackness. He can't tell if his eyes have adjusted or his brain is just tricking him. There's a tiny sliver of light at the base of the door, but it barely penetrates the gloom. The waiting it the worst part.. [d]
Spots on a Peach: ~Another slightly incredulous look when the female voice came over the speaker, followed with a little shake of her head...every major distribution hub needed a receptionist! Though it was probably more likely that whoever it was, was just the onsite management, if only to keep up appearances for the operation itself (after all it was still a storage facility.) The gate had since been nudged open, though once inside she wasnt exactly in any sort of a hurry, but only a handful of steps had been managed before the voice called out. Eyes that had been darting this way and that just to take everything in quickly snapped the direction of the source. Tomas was met with a bit of a blank stare before shoulders rose and fell.~ "Yeah...although I did have to ask the guy at the gas station if he knew where Tomas big fucking drug warehouse was...luckily he knew." ~Cause nothing helped break the tension like a joke.~ (d)
in walks death: I wish I could say that Tomas didn't laugh at that joke -- okay, he didn't really laugh, because he doesn't really laugh, but the man snorted something close to a laugh, so, congrats, Sam. "If it's the weekends," He said, his voice that usual dry but humid affect as he pushed off the wall, pulling another drag off of the snub cigarette before continuing, waving his hand in the direction she had come. "We have those kids out there flinging around the arrow signs like they do for all the vape shops these days." He exhaled the blueish smoke and smacked his left hand against his right palm to the tune of staccato words. "It's all about the marketing." One last quick drag was taken and the Puerto Rican flicked the butt somewhere across the parking lot. It was someone else's problem, now. "After a couple weeks you'll get a key code -- we don't just give them out willie nillie, so you'll have to be buzzed in, but everybody already knows who you are and whether to let you in or not. Your collection hours are between one and three. Doesn't work for you? Tough shit, that's the time you come to collect." He waved for her to follow him, turning and wandering down the straightway to a set of steps to a regular sized door, punching in a keycode, an automated lock buzzed and he popped the door, stepped inside and held it open for her. "Once again, you'll have to be buzzed in. Everybody has to deal with it, so I don't wanna listen to you bitch, so just keep it to yourself." He wasn't necessarily directing that ire AT Sam, but probably because a lot of other dealers had complained about the process.
Spots on a Peach: ~Petal soft tiers tugged wide at their corners into the typical Cheshire grin she normally sported, his little snort was not one of derision, had it been a feeble attempt to at the very least cover a chuckle? You had to take the wins where you could get them, a little crack in the armor...not to mention he thought enough of it to quip back about sign spinners and the like. The grin did wane a bit at the mention of key codes, it was an extra hassle, especially since it seemed like she wasn't going to have her own, at least not at first anyway's, but in the grand scheme of things it was a very small annoyance to worry about, certainly not worth fretting about.~ "I'd probably just get lost in there." ~Places like this were always a fucking labyrinth for some reason. The longboard that she'd been idly scooting forward on her approach to Tomas was finally kicked up and tucked under her arm.~ "Wait, we're talking one to three in the afternoon, right?" ~Fuck if he meant the morning, it meant she was going to have to sacrifice what precious little sleep she was getting. ~"Its fine, whatever time of day." ~Dismissive wave, not aimed at Tomas, just in general to the train of thought before following the man in through the open door.~ "I got a couple of questions though about the shit itself." (D)
paradise and sin: Cryptic as fuck, but he hadn't expected anything less out of Cameron. Rather than respond to that text message, Adam Byrne had shown up at the hacker's house, sending young Silas -- that skinny little rat of a teenage boy who was more ``gopher`` than rat -- to go fetch Edmonds and let him know they were going for a ride. Once Cam joined Silas in the backseat, the Yukon set off towards it's next destination. "Tell me what the fuck the meat was," the driver cast a dark gaze in the rearview at the man, the Irish on his tongue was harsh. Not in the mood for the games, or the run around, especially as he was on his way to the self-storage unit -- having just found out a few hours ago about a particular freezer incident, and how it had come to be. Pleased? Not at all. -d-
Bits N Bombs: Cameron followed as ordered and soon was in the back of that Yukon. Book bag carried and rested in his lap cause well he always had something. If it wasn't his hack pack it was a bag full of spray cans. Tonight? Spray cans. "Not sure what you're looking for Mister Boss. She was a brace faced goody two shoe with no pops , an estranged momma and a brother who OD'd on heroin aka... she not to fond of drugs " Yes Cameron gave running commentary liked or not. Though it got him hit a lot. " Salutatorian .. Boring. Degree in Sociology and Criminal Justice. Got 1 DUI but never arrested no points lost. Boring. No hubby no kids no pets no life. " He said shaking his head as he rambled useless facts proving how boring she was in his head. On paper anyway. " Police Academy 1-4 5 was a bomb.. anywho . Top marks all the way across the board. No marks against her. Perfect. Goody Two shoe. Boring. She did 4 years of flat foot when she got stabbed and got a combat cross medal among other valory things. Aka wants to be a super cop. I mean I've looked at her bank records Nothing but pay checks deposited. Spends her money wisely. Well Except for liquor stores. She loves her liquor stores but that probably has to do with the kid she shot and killed back 2013. Right? But she was acquitted and mandatory therapy. I'm saying she ain't a bribe kinda gal. She's vice now. I may look like a whore but I only play one on tv " He said " She got transferred because of safety issues.. it says but them cops dirty as fuck. She was about to bust em and didn't even know " Giving a little laugh. " If it weren't for the affair texts with her married ex partner this broad would have been a full on bore. Half this I could of found on face book "
in walks death: "That's the point," To get lost in there. Everything looked exactly the same, so if you didn't know which turns to make to get back to where the facility turned from actual storage for the Network into distribution, you'd probably never find your way there. "You'll get used to it." He told her with a shrug. When Sam blinked and was confirming either am or pm, he glanced back at her. "PM, afternoon. The time will change every once and a while, just want it to look like normal traffic, sometimes pickups will be at night, depending on what we're running. Sometimes it'll be twice a day." It was like a pyramid scheme. If Sam sold enough, she could have that pink Cadillac in NO TIME!! The Puerto Rican wasted no time in the hallway. "Make sure you shut the door behind you," He told Sam and started walking. Left turn, right turn, left turn, left turn... where are you going? He stopped in front of one random, small storage container and glanced back. "Shoot." Though, he did toss her a 'one sec' finger before he wrapped his fist on the metal door marked 215. "¿Ha tenido suficiente tiempo para pensar, puto?" He was listening, Sam, despite the sharpness of his words aimed at the door. He unhooked a lock on the side of the door and used his foot to nudge under the handle and kicked it up on the slide track. Oh, hey, Ernesto!
Spots on a Peach: ~Yeah, messing with a Minotaur was pretty low on the list for Sam so the being let in thing worked just fine for her. The scowl flashed briefly as he moved on after confirming the time, seemingly in different to the game of twenty questions Sam wanted to play. Another shift in her focus with the off handed comment whatever we're running and this time her free hand was waving in the direction of the man.~ "Whoa, no no no. What do you mean? I told Adam, I'm not pushing any Meth or Heroin. Those fuckers are unpredictable. If y'all want me to sling a little Molly at the Reefs club, fine...coke I can handle. I'd rather not push dime bags, not enough money. But no Meth...no Heroin." ~It had probably just been taken out of context, but she wanted to make sure they were at least on the same page lest she show up one day to find a bag full of teenths. And then Tomas was on the move again, Sam was quick at his heel, after closing the door of course, only because she didn't want to get lost, and with the erratic turns left and right, she probably would have. And then the sudden pause and babble...fuck she needed to learn Spanish, it was all half the cooks spoke.~ "...Whats your cut. Or is it pure? I need to know if I'm setting some kid up with pure coke, or something cut with baking soda." ~Not that she really cared if someone hit a rail to hard, but dead bodies always spelled trouble, especially if it lead back to her.~(D)
malos mares: It's been a few days, he thinks, since he's been in the dark here though it's impossible to tell. Every once in a while someone would bring him something to eat or drink, nothing substantial though so in addition to being disoriented he was always dealing with hunger pangs just irritating enough to make it hard to think about anything else--save of course for the grave mistake he had made in disobeying Tomas' explicit instructions to stay in front of that damn freezer door. He heard the footsteps approaching a few moments before the panging on the door caused him to start. His stomach wrenched itself into a knot at the sound of the voice on the other side. Though he knew it was Tomas that had him tossed in here, he hadn't been visited by him as yet. That sadistic jerk apparently liked making people writhe in their own worry for a while before administering a suitable punishment. The young man flinched at the light that flooded into the cell, squinting green and brown eyes at it while he lifted a hand to shield them some. When his eyes adjusted to the light he took a step or two into it, dirty and disheveled. Yes, he's had plenty of time to think, but judging by the apprehensive look on his face he figured a time-out was not all that had been in store for him.[d]
paradise and sin: Fuck, Cam could talk. Adam listened, not saying a word -- nor allowing any interest to show on his face if Cameron said anything of interest about the Detective. Which he did. Few things in fact, to be saved for a rainy day. Things to pass along to Tomas to put in his own pocket for when the timing was right. "Boring," he murmured in echo to the sentiment repeated most in Cameron's discovery, but he said nothing else. Some sort of muffled whimpery sounds came from the very back of the SUV, and Adam turned up the music on the dash -- and oh look, they were there. Had we mentioned the gargantuan oil-skinned meathead in the passengers seat beside Byrnie? Soon as Adam parked, Rod spilled out of the Yukon and headed to the back hatch to gather what had made that sound. Decidedly human shape, wrapped up in a pretty pink floral musty smelling comforter. It wriggled like a fish out of water once tossed over the wide of the man's shoulder, and continued to do so -- until smacked sharply on the bottom. "You can come, or wait," Adam let the hacker know, and killed the engine to exit the SUV himself. No need for the girl on the voice box to buzz them in, he knew the code -- and knew what path to take once inside. Silas remained behind to flirt with the voice box girl -- Rod even stayed; passing off the wrapped package to Adam -- where the same fireman's carry had the thing inside making a noise when dropped on his shoulder none too gently. Down the right hall, Cam following or not, and oh look. 215 was already open. A nod to Tomas, and a lilted, "Saman'ta," in greeting to the two. "Had time to think, has he?," Adam asked of Tomas -- a gesture to urge the door wider if it wasn't already, and with little ceremony, he stepped inside and dropped the bundle over his shoulder onto the ground rather hard, yanking on the blanket to unroll the form of Mikaela Holden at Ernesto's feet. -d-
Bits N Bombs: He did his job and time to shut up. Hacker's work was easy and solo. You spent hours in mainframes and surfing the underground interwebs for data. Bits of info. Dropping viruses if need be but mostly code breaking. What these men do was serious. He was child's play in this world but he knew his work to be invaluable all the same. So there was no doubt it should be no surprise that when asked if he was following after a carried body, Cameron would ask " Cake or Death? " He had his own lingo and that made it hard to follow. Worse when he rambled a mile a minute in paranoid mode. He cleared up he asked if all was sweet or was he witness to a murder in a minute and thankfully all was green Cam decided to follow along. Paranoid mode kicked in just a little as he made sure to remembered everything he saw after he noticed how many turns they were taking. Back pack left in the car though -d-
deviI inside me: It seemed their had been a slight miscalculation when receiving his weekly shipment. Somehow Caesar had received more product than he was accustomed to moving in his half of Marathon. Certainly explains why a flat white bread truck came pulling up out front of Tomas' warehouse. The word Wonder still readable along the side of the truck; well, mostly readable. A couple letters were either faded or just scratched off by some delinquent. Leaving only the W-N-E-R intact. Thus labeling it now and forever as the weiner truck. Caesar wasn't behind the wheel, it was another of his crew members. Rather, Caesar was just lounging in the passenger seat toking on a cigar --- or what at least appeared to be a cigar. Still, it filled the trucks cabin with a hazy smoke screen that made it near impossible to see the road in front of them. Somehow his driver, Perez, managed to avoid barreling into the black SUV still parked out by the gate. He swerved at the very last minute and instead jumped the curb. It wasn't the best parking job, but considering their driving conditions, it was a miracle they haven't just crashed through the gate altogether. Jumping the curb naturally jostled Caesar from his relaxation, of course. Quickly grabbing onto the interior, he kept himself from getting thrown around too much. When that beast of a truck and finally came to a complete stop, Caesar climbed from the passenger side. Still rattled from the experience, he managed to make it to the voice box. "Oy, chica. I need to speak with your boss, por favor." /d
in walks death: Caesar was buzzed in by the girl who gave him some pretty little reply, whatever it was. MEANWHILE! IN THE FIRES OF MOUNT DOOM... I mean, a hallway, Tomas kind of glanced at Sam with a quirk of his eyebrow. "Calm your tits, Ellen Degeneres. You'll mostly be dealing coke -- which of course is fucking cut. We're in the business to make money, especially with the situation the way it is right now." Seeing as how shipments were being pinched left and right. Tomas was lucky enough that he was a dealer short before the shipments started going kaput, so his warehouse stash wasn't going out the door as fast as normal. With Sam on payroll, that'll change. "If they want Molly, then we can work that out too, though typically my crew sticks with powder," But if the folks at the casino wanted something else, change his name to Tomas Wonka, he'd figure it out. Ernesto looked.. uncomfortable and nervous. He had right to feel that way, and a glance down the hallway, and the Puerto Rican was quirking a brow at Adam, who almost took up the whole space. "... what now?" He sighed, then glanced at Sam. "Down this hall, make a right, three units down on your left. Talk with Lola, she'll get you set up with all your shit. Sign your HR papers, insurance, paid time off, all that," He was joking, by the by. It was an obvious excuse, because something was going on, and she didn't need to be present for that. "What's --" Was started to be said at Adam with only another glance at Ernesto before Mikaela was unceremoniously dumped on his storage unit floor. "He's had a couple days to think... the fuck is going on now?" There was a hint of confusion across his olive features, but he wasn't questioning the situation yet.
Spots on a Peach: ~Curiosity killed the cat, and while Sam had been itching to get the logistics of dealing settled and out of the way, she now found herself just as curious as to why the guy was locked up in a locker. Of course she only vaguely recognized Ernesto from her few run ins at the Dive with him, but they had been little more than ships passing in the night...still, the guy looked scared shitless, and for some reason that tickled Sam to no end. She'd been on the verge of commenting when Tomas fired back, which promptly dashed any Sass meant for the dock worker, instead Tomas was met with a full eye roll.~ "Christ, first Bieber, now Ellen...you old people need better jokes." ~And then the trio became a part with Adam and company, she still hadn't met the hacker dude, but there was a time and place for everything. Chin jutted slightly in the upturned nod when Adam greeted her, then jerked towards the pink blanket that clearly was covering a body...or so it was assumed.~ "That the blonde from the Casino the other night?" ~Then the shrug of a shoulder that dumped whoever it was to the ground with a fleshy thud...that probably hurt. Eyes darted back inside the storage unit only to discover it was not Tess, but Kae...well, that probably wasn't a good sign.~ "...hey Kae..." ~Was this all cause she'd gotten shift faced last night? Sam took half a step forward into the room, even hunched down a bit~ "So uh, I forgot the key last night..." ~Other things had been on her mind~ "I uh...I guess I'll just get it from Ben? You seem busy." ~And then Tomas was sending her away for Orientation paperwork. The whole lotof them were given a little wave as the longboard that been tucked under her arm was dropped to the ground with a little clatter, a quick step up and then pushed off and she was gone down the hall...two lefts and a right? something like that~(D)
malos mares: He was just about to consider taking a step towards the hall, out of the makeshift jail cell when Adam's brutish form came lumbering into sight with something over his shoulder. Scratch that--someone. The very someone, in fact, that had insisted he do exactly what Tomas told him not to do. He stepped back at first, away from the heap of person-shaped blanket and his olive complexion paled a few tints at the sight of Mikaela there. Despite the fact that he has very little reason to be compassionate towards her at the moment, he is, he can't help but to be, that's just the way he is. He knelt near the young woman, to help her up a little, if she wanted help that is. It would come as no surprise if he got swatted away. "Ya' aarite?" He asked, which was something to the effect of you alright in Kriol. He gave her a once over, Adam didn't rough her up any, did he? Why do you even care so much, Ernesto? He looked up both Adam and Tomas. He'd like to know exactly what the fuck is going on as well. He's got a bad feeling, or rather, a worse one than he had before, when it was just Tomas he had to worry about. [d]
paradise and sin: Any of you know what it's like to be just at work, minding your own business, and then to publicly have a blanket thrown over your head and carried out of your own business by the blackest Arnold Schwarzenegger in the world? Kae now did. Once she'd hit the carpeted floor of the back hatch of the SUV, the blanket had only been removed once, so duct tape could go 'round her wrists, and a strip of it across her mouth, which she'd been informed was to keep her in line, and quiet. Most of the ride to their first stop had been listening to that fucking Irish voice telling her what was about to happen, then Cam's incessant blabbering, and now this. Dumped on the cold hard floor of a storage unit, and Ernesto kneeling down to lift her to her feet. He wasn't swatted at, and Sam's awful timing was completely fucking ignored -- what was she even doing there?! Doe eyes were anything but soft and serene now, but pissed off and fiery -- most of that aiming now at the other Hispanic man in the room. Blonde head bobbed a curt nod to Ernesto's question, turning her face some to look over at him from Tomas. Ack, as for roughing up? There was none -- just the cut on her brow from the night in question, and freezer dudes push. But it was Adam who started speaking. //
"Neither of the two of them should have been in the position they were put in, though I'm no fool enough to believe Mikaela was put in it. Put herself fuckin' in it is what she did. And she'll be apologizin' for the matter, and makin' a promise not to seduce a man away from an explicit order he's been given." A shift of gaze from the femme, to Ernesto. "I don't rightly care if she was already on her knees wit' yer dick in her mouth, Tomas tells you where to be, that's where you'll be." -d-
deviI inside me: Meanwhile, somewhere deep within that labyrinth, Caesar was like a mouse trying to find the goddamn cheese. He did his best to follow the markers at each corridor. Somehow he managed to discover Tomas and Company just by following Adam's Irish lilt. Once he was in earshot of it, of course. Everyone seemed so nicely dressed in clothing that wouldn't raise suspicions. Well, all but Caesar that is. Who, for whatever reason, was seen wearing a red and black plaid kilt around his waist. Its hem managed to reach a few inches passed his knees to leave him moderately decent. Wearing a solid black tee, its graphic depicting the comic book character Sandman in classic fashion across his broad chest. Finishing off his bizarre choice of attire, he wore a pair of black combat boots strapped to his feet. Caesar was just sort of there between Tomas and Adam. "So, uh, who caged the canary?" He asked, staring straight at Kae. Then to the other man she was with. "What did she do now? She didn't puke on your shoes, did she, Adam?" Seriously. He was baffled why she was in what he knew to be a cell. "This is about last night. Ain't it?" /d
in walks death: Tomas studied Adam, ignoring the two in the storage unit for a moment, while Adam went on about Mikaela seducing Ernesto out of the kitchen. That, from what he understood, was not exactly how the evening progressed. Tomas glanced behind at the quiet hacker who I assume is still there or went back outside, and then, oh, hai, Caesar. He tipped the man... why is he wearing a kilt? Whatever. Tomas shook his head. "Give us a minute, kids, would'ya?" So much for how 'nice' he was to you, Mikaela, Tomas reached up to grab the handle on the sliding door and dragged it down like he was spinning the Big Wheel on the Prices is Right. C'MOOON ONE DOLLAR!! Sorry, kids inside, you went over and are now plunged into the darkness that consumes Bob Barker's soul each time someone doesn't spay or neuter their pets. His voice lowered some, glancing at Cez. "This isn't about that, this is about the shitbrick I had stashed in the Dive's freezer last weekend." Tomas didn't go around advertising his kill list, all that often. Black eyes cut back to Adam. "I will concede they're both a couple of morons, but I put him there at the door, and he's the one who gets all googly eye any time she walks in." His arms crossed over his chest. "And she got pretty roughed up about it already, sooo... " He was just trying to see where Adam was going with this. The two of them fucked up where Tomas was concerned, and he had his own brand of dealing with shit, where both Ernesto and Mikaela were concerned.
malos mares: Ernesto knew better than to argue a moot point with Adam, even though apparently he didn't know well enough not to listen to an order as given by Tomas. It's not often that he slips up, but when he does, man are the consequences grave. Such was his life. If he could he would have had nothing to do with the whole situation. He would walk away from all of this if they would but let him. Unfortunately, when you mess up too many times with the Network, you don't get fired, no severance pay, no unemployment--you are simply terminated. Literally, terminated. He'd watched his father take a bullet in the back of his head for having gone against the grain one too many times, and as much as Ernesto was inclined to do the same, he was useless to his family dead. There had been an infinitesimal nod of his head in regard to Adam's reminder of how things worked and he flinched when the door was slammed shut again. The darkness was oppressively thick at first, you couldn't see your own hand if you held it mere inches in front of your face until your eyes had time to adjust. "Sorry mi gotcha in'it. I tol' 'im it weren't cha'fault." Even though it was kind of her fault. Ernesto didn't mind shouldering the brunt of the blame for her, which was probably why he's been in here for something like four days longer than her.[d]
paradise and sin: Ernesto was the only one to witness the temper flare once more in those eyes at how she felt to Adam's words directed at the man, but Caesar's voice whirled her head around and she could feel her cheeks flush with the hot feel of embarrassment. The floor could open right on up now, she'd have no problems sinking through to hell. Lashes squeezed shut, just listening to the roll of the door as it closed them in -- but she wasn't prepared for how dark it was inside when they lifted again, and air hitched in audibly through her nostrils, since her mouth was still taped. Thankfully, when they'd bound her hands with the same sticky silver all-purpose tape, it was in front. So, while Ernesto spoke up, she carefully peeled it from her lips -- doing her best not to cry out when it stuck and tugged on her skin. "Don't add liar to all this," her voice was a whisper. "It was all me, and Adam's right. I owe you an apology. I wasn't thinking." //
Out in the hall, the brute of a man took a lean against the wall, crossing his arms over his barrel wide chest. Looking to de la Cruz, his brow lifted. "T'fuck she do last night? No .. don't answer that. I don't give a shit." Attention swung to Tomas. "And now, we can only hope that neither of them will make the mistake again, can't we? She needs to keep her nose out of where it doesn't belong, or I'll take it straight from her face." -d-
And the poor sad souls were left to their own devices and stew awhile longer in that infinitely dark storage container.
