Lord_Deathstalker
The bleeding nose perv
Salazar pulled the thumb drive out of his computer. As the screen flashed blue then went dark. It took him a while to get accurate log in info. From what he saw on that dark web form it was a network of information. Shipments Guard details and a few names. Leaning back from his dark wood desk he drummed his fingers. He had to make his friend that gave him the login disappear. But then again Salazar had the money to do such a thing. And a few connections that could get the papers. He picked up his cell phone and made a few calls. The man would be gone by midnight. “Amazing what can be done when bags of Spanish gold exchange hands.” Salazar said to himself.
When Salazar heard what was going on, he knew he could not stand idle. He did not know much of the political climate. But he had heard good things from his friends about The Prince. Whistling a tune he put on his leather trenchcoat. Fiddling with his lip ring with his upper lip he thought. He needed to get this to The Prince. He could burn another of his friends to get his number but that would have been a waste. So he would be seen publicly in the Territory. Sooner or later someone would make contact. So picking up his keys he headed to his bike. Kicking it to life he left The Hanged Man.
Soon he was in the Prince’s territory. After spending a few hours just riding he made sure to be seen doing it. Salazar found a spot he parked the bike. Removing his pistol and cutlass he left them on the bike. The gun in a saddle bag the sword in a sheath hanging on the gas tank. Looking around at the park for the first time he got the lay of the land. Open enough that if they were to try and kill him it would mean paying off a few people. Closed off enough that it would not cost much. Walking to a bench Salazar shook out a cigarette and lit it. Sitting on the bench his legs spaced apart out of habit. spending so much time on the rolling deck of a ship. His hands clasped behind the back of his head. He looked up at the night sky the cigarette dangling from his lips. Prepared to wait to close to dawn.
When Salazar heard what was going on, he knew he could not stand idle. He did not know much of the political climate. But he had heard good things from his friends about The Prince. Whistling a tune he put on his leather trenchcoat. Fiddling with his lip ring with his upper lip he thought. He needed to get this to The Prince. He could burn another of his friends to get his number but that would have been a waste. So he would be seen publicly in the Territory. Sooner or later someone would make contact. So picking up his keys he headed to his bike. Kicking it to life he left The Hanged Man.
Soon he was in the Prince’s territory. After spending a few hours just riding he made sure to be seen doing it. Salazar found a spot he parked the bike. Removing his pistol and cutlass he left them on the bike. The gun in a saddle bag the sword in a sheath hanging on the gas tank. Looking around at the park for the first time he got the lay of the land. Open enough that if they were to try and kill him it would mean paying off a few people. Closed off enough that it would not cost much. Walking to a bench Salazar shook out a cigarette and lit it. Sitting on the bench his legs spaced apart out of habit. spending so much time on the rolling deck of a ship. His hands clasped behind the back of his head. He looked up at the night sky the cigarette dangling from his lips. Prepared to wait to close to dawn.
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