02-14-2018, 06:13 AM
The cartel and Ryker were strumming up a deal in the whole. Yun wanted to know what was on that drive. She leaned over to Slav ”Put out an APB. I want what’s on that drive. Get a copy, don’t let him know. Make sure one of our guys gets him.”
Slav nodded, ”Mistaken identity got it.”
He slide out of the both and Yun put a hand on his before he retracted it from the table. He looked down.
She smiled up at her man. ”Extend him an invitation.”
Slav nodded and pulled his hand from under hers. There had been a thing long ago - she was young. He liked them young. Yun wasn’t one to judge. At least they were all of consenting age as had she been.
She watched as Slav passed by the man with the scar on his face. Ryker, Yun wondered what the rest of his story was. There was nothing on him - nothing of interest but yet the cartel came when he said so. Slav spoke to the bar keep and ordered two drinks. One for Yun and one for Ryker. He was extending an invitation after all, one had to play host. And Slav was good at it.
He took the drinks to the table and set them gently on the table. ”My mistress seeks a word with you. Drinks are on us.”
Slav gave the man his best welcoming smile. It could come across as scary when he stared down at you like he was. Slav was a good cop. A nothing cop, but that’s the way they liked it. He could slink around do her bidding and still be a great cop. Pierre was nothing, brother of a lawyer who was on the payroll, but Peirre was good at two things, swaying the ladies with his french accent and playing muscle. Peirre was watching as the Russian families started their little pow wow. It would either go well or end in blood and either way Yun would know. But Ryker had her attention for now while Slav waited for his answer. If he didn’t come to her, she’d go to him, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.
Slav nodded, ”Mistaken identity got it.”
He slide out of the both and Yun put a hand on his before he retracted it from the table. He looked down.
She smiled up at her man. ”Extend him an invitation.”
Slav nodded and pulled his hand from under hers. There had been a thing long ago - she was young. He liked them young. Yun wasn’t one to judge. At least they were all of consenting age as had she been.
She watched as Slav passed by the man with the scar on his face. Ryker, Yun wondered what the rest of his story was. There was nothing on him - nothing of interest but yet the cartel came when he said so. Slav spoke to the bar keep and ordered two drinks. One for Yun and one for Ryker. He was extending an invitation after all, one had to play host. And Slav was good at it.
He took the drinks to the table and set them gently on the table. ”My mistress seeks a word with you. Drinks are on us.”
Slav gave the man his best welcoming smile. It could come across as scary when he stared down at you like he was. Slav was a good cop. A nothing cop, but that’s the way they liked it. He could slink around do her bidding and still be a great cop. Pierre was nothing, brother of a lawyer who was on the payroll, but Peirre was good at two things, swaying the ladies with his french accent and playing muscle. Peirre was watching as the Russian families started their little pow wow. It would either go well or end in blood and either way Yun would know. But Ryker had her attention for now while Slav waited for his answer. If he didn’t come to her, she’d go to him, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.