02-13-2018, 08:58 PM
Thiago followed Ryker to the table like a lost puppy. Once there, he discarded the ugly wool coat on the back of a chair and sat, hands twiddling with the bottle of his beer. Ryker recognized the brand, a craft beer from Kiev, branded Favorite Uncle. The label grew in the last ten years, enough to be mainstream in a hole like this place. Ryker hooked an arm on the back of his own chair, meanwhile and studied the kid. He was not filling him with all kinds of confidence about this deal. He hadn't expected the head of Amengual cartel to show himself, but this kid? Were they fucking with him? Maybe.
"Well? You going to give me a name or am I going to just call you Pedro and be done with it."
Ryker's dark sense of humor prickled the kid's sensitivities. Not that he cared. He found the squirming laughable.
"Actually, I'm Thiago,"
he sat up like he was rather proud of that accomplishment.
Ryker nodded with a certain amount of surprise. "I hadn't known I had the pleasure of meeting Zacarías Secada Amengual's youngest offspring."
He tipped the beer at Thiago's direction, but there was no accompanying apology. One would think the cartel Lord's son would be more ballsy. Then again, technically, Zacarías only inherited the cartel after his older brother's murder. Rumor had it that Rigoberto was killed on his own property by American special forces. Someone not unlike Ryker himself put down the lord like a rabid dog. Not that American SF's could compare to Assault Team Vega.
To business then. He leaned forward, dropping his voice. Nothing would be said that could implicate either of them in any sort of illicit dealings, but he was rather aware of powers unknown surrounding them, and Ryker would rather not have to deal with swatting away another annoying interference. "Then tell me young Thiago, I understand it that business ventures have gone south for your group. I have something that might ease the transition into Moscow. An interested party has extended something of an offer. An inquiry, perhaps. What can you offer me in exchange for lending this hand?"
He doubted Thiago wielded any actual authority in the cartel, but Ryker needed to learn what the kid was after himself if he was going to use him to his fullest potential.
Thiago took a drink from the beer, but did a poor job at hiding his disapproval of the flavor. He pushed the mostly full bottle aside and swallowed his building nerves. "I will review your inquiry, and if I like it, I'll arrange a sort of 'finder's fee' with the right people."
Ryker lifted a brow. "I'm not a fucking recruiter, Thiago. Here are my stipulations. You deliver this message to Zacarías and he will handle my compensation personally."
He pulled the datastick from his pocket, pushed it across the table. Thiago gobbled it up. Ryker smiled a cold smile. "Call this a gesture of good faith."
Thiago's eyes were wide with shock that this was so easy. Ryker had no intention of letting this deal slip through his fingers, however. He stood. They were done. "Don't worry, kid. This is going to go well for you."
He watched him flatly. Thiago gathered his wool coat, although he didn't shrug it onto his shoulders, and promptly left. Good thing. Ryker was biting his tongue to keep from telliing the kid to fuck off. Not yet, anyway.
Ryker deposited the mostly full bottle of beer on Kat's tray and returned to his seat. As soon as his own was finished, he had every intention of ditching this hole himself.
Edited by Ryker, Feb 13 2018, 11:21 PM.
"Well? You going to give me a name or am I going to just call you Pedro and be done with it."
Ryker's dark sense of humor prickled the kid's sensitivities. Not that he cared. He found the squirming laughable.
"Actually, I'm Thiago,"
he sat up like he was rather proud of that accomplishment.
Ryker nodded with a certain amount of surprise. "I hadn't known I had the pleasure of meeting Zacarías Secada Amengual's youngest offspring."
He tipped the beer at Thiago's direction, but there was no accompanying apology. One would think the cartel Lord's son would be more ballsy. Then again, technically, Zacarías only inherited the cartel after his older brother's murder. Rumor had it that Rigoberto was killed on his own property by American special forces. Someone not unlike Ryker himself put down the lord like a rabid dog. Not that American SF's could compare to Assault Team Vega.
To business then. He leaned forward, dropping his voice. Nothing would be said that could implicate either of them in any sort of illicit dealings, but he was rather aware of powers unknown surrounding them, and Ryker would rather not have to deal with swatting away another annoying interference. "Then tell me young Thiago, I understand it that business ventures have gone south for your group. I have something that might ease the transition into Moscow. An interested party has extended something of an offer. An inquiry, perhaps. What can you offer me in exchange for lending this hand?"
He doubted Thiago wielded any actual authority in the cartel, but Ryker needed to learn what the kid was after himself if he was going to use him to his fullest potential.
Thiago took a drink from the beer, but did a poor job at hiding his disapproval of the flavor. He pushed the mostly full bottle aside and swallowed his building nerves. "I will review your inquiry, and if I like it, I'll arrange a sort of 'finder's fee' with the right people."
Ryker lifted a brow. "I'm not a fucking recruiter, Thiago. Here are my stipulations. You deliver this message to Zacarías and he will handle my compensation personally."
He pulled the datastick from his pocket, pushed it across the table. Thiago gobbled it up. Ryker smiled a cold smile. "Call this a gesture of good faith."
Thiago's eyes were wide with shock that this was so easy. Ryker had no intention of letting this deal slip through his fingers, however. He stood. They were done. "Don't worry, kid. This is going to go well for you."
He watched him flatly. Thiago gathered his wool coat, although he didn't shrug it onto his shoulders, and promptly left. Good thing. Ryker was biting his tongue to keep from telliing the kid to fuck off. Not yet, anyway.
Ryker deposited the mostly full bottle of beer on Kat's tray and returned to his seat. As soon as his own was finished, he had every intention of ditching this hole himself.
Edited by Ryker, Feb 13 2018, 11:21 PM.